1. |
New Aeon
04:17
|
|||
we walked out towards the sun
tracing lines that lead to our home
relived hansel & gretel
knew not what we were doing at all
proclaiming marriage is murder
wishing we were dead or just not there
hanging judges out by the
churches we deemed unjust or unfair
everybody loves a good
hanging we should do it sometime
find someone to crucify
no need to leave we’ll do it online
crosses turn to ankhs as we
worship saturn on christmas day
place the hooks in our own mouths
now it doesn’t matter what we say
we met somewhere i forget
all i cared to know is it
was the new aeon where we
fought ourselves out in the streets
raiding stores for all they had
harvesting teeth and eating trash
toys and batteries that we
stole until our collections were complete
welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome
now that’s what i call: overstaying your welcome
we’d love to take you places, but only if you would too
now we’re moving, now we’re shaking
yes now we’re anticipating
the one true moral totalitarian state
now we’re riding on the spikes of this modern androgynous horror we have summoned
now we’re flying high, now we’re tripping over ourselves reaching for kether
now we’re finding ourselves in strange hallways
that loop and mangle inwards on themselves
now we’re signing a failed treaty in a house of leaves
fight for me, fight for now, fight for nothing, make no sound, fight for light, fight for whatever is or isn’t right
we are never going to leave
we are never going to leave
we are never going to leave
|
||||
2. |
Moving (Vertical)
03:52
|
|||
let’s stop moving forever
let’s keep to ourselves
let’s fake every fever
let’s throw away our health
the air
is smothering me now, grasping my throat
like a gloved hand reaching for my adam’s apple
my eyes shake
and i get higher, closer to kether
stagnation is death
and so is life
everything stagnates
when you look at it over enough time
when i was a young girl
i walked very far
walked the ocean floor, into new york
in my grandma’s arms
now i’m making up for lost time
wondering how to start my life
deciding whether i should be a natural born
deciding the color of my eyes
(the trees feel alien now
my room feels alien now
my voice feels alien now
and i feel alien too)
|
||||
3. |
Tounge
04:24
|
|||
i talk to the garbage man outside my house
he’s here to collect the garbage from my mouth
in my house
never had my own place
throw him back in jail
let no smirk stick to his face
if you never show your teeth - you vow it, won’t allow it (have some fun)
how’re you gonna show some tongue - now say it, don’t spray it (little one)
if you never show your hands - you fit it, won’t commit it (beach death fun)
how’ll you get the writing done - just start it, don’t depart it (manly one)
walking is hard, so i crawl upon my throne
it sits in snow, for the chimneysweep has taken my home
couldn’t i choose my own death?
he’s been like that since the execution
if you never show your teeth - you vow it, won’t allow it (have some fun)
how’re you gonna show some tongue - now say it, don’t spray it (little one)
if you never show your hands - you fit it, won’t commit it (beach death fun)
how’ll you get the writing done - just start it, don’t depart it (manly one)
|
||||
4. |
Horizontal (Moved)
03:32
|
|||
all i see is messy and formless
masses even with glasses on
all i inhale is ancient and foreign
artifacts of people i never knew
dead hairs and skin cells that keep moving
long after their masters are centuries-gone
the lawyers and senators end up in death row
but the silicon valley ceos still live on
all i touch is evil and prickly
fingers that come too close to my own
they gently break through the first layer of skin
leaving a hole where the vapors let out
the vapors that form when all of my organs
evaporate into many colored gaseous beings
that expand and cross between each other
and fill the empty shell
but i’m no lover, no brother of creation
always stuck between two destinations
i will sound, i’ll stick around
throwing quanta into infertile air
i’ve no patience, but i’ve got to make some
find some room for the alien
couldn’t keep the pace, couldn’t find a place
always stuck between two destinations
|
||||
5. |
Art Language
06:07
|
Trite Ice Records Spring, Texas
An experimental record label owned by experimental musician Jacob Hutto.
Proud partner with Cavern Brew Records.
Now defunct.
(2016 - 2017)
Streaming and Download help
Trite Ice Records recommends:
If you like New Aeon (Modern Androgynous Horror Suite), you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp