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New Aeon (Modern Androgynous Horror Suite)

by Beige Monk

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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.
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.
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

credits

released February 17, 2017

"A brief EP, both personal and abstract, to hold me over while my upcoming concept album awaits completion. Dedicated to Aleister Crowley and Candy Darling."
-Beige Monk

Austere sincerity; a modernistic ruse; odd frustrations, in what almost feels like "self-mutilated" instrumentation. Lyrics that portray the innerworkings of a mind and its monologue, concretely masked and caked in an almost mossy musk of mundane wondering and pleasantries. A naive beauty.

The first four tracks were written and recorded between December 2016 and January 2017, while track five has been repurposed from a track previously recorded in July of 2016.

All Production, Recording: Aidan Haupt (Beige Monk)

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