Folded square and blank, unwanted
Curses spread across my bread
Creeping low like ancient cinnamon
thrashing hard my absent head
An epic course in lo-fi recording. Remember now, there are no different outposts, only a single warring tower dedicated to your soul’s liberation from it’s Earth suit. Just FYI.
Recorded Novermber of 2012
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Every sentiment I try to write
Is not only paused by tongue
But subject to my vain identity
So that even a love song for you
Becomes selfish with time
Will I ever write a verse that could be said by anyone anywhere without worry for its limited perspective? Shortly no.
Looking back on this very page, it’s words are blunt and imperfect, but also incessantly tied to me, a pale conveyance of my wronging eye.
DJ Deep Thought, in conjunction with Cox Populi and many others, will be performing a set of music-esque vignettes, adventures, if you will, in sculptured sound, and this event shall take place upon the 19th of February at The Hidden Hand.
You are invited to rub your mind’s hand along the coarse and sleepy textures, gloomy and resplendent as a particularly foggy night. Stonily shall thy gazy glance’s guiding finger point forth towards an unmarked doorway, wherein a freakish display might just change that taxing disposition. Impervious to passerby, the sweat-glaciers of your winter’s dream will like to melt and strip back the crowded hall now, the raised hands extending their reach higher and higher.
But whatever are such countless and invisible hands reaching for? Savings. Savings, my friend! And the savings shall flow forth like a wall of water in a devastating flood. A flood of savings, washing in debris like discarded thoughts of a long dead civilization. They did not drown in vain, for the savings lie abundant in their ancient corpse. But you must look. You must leave no gizzard unturned, nor waste a minute thinking of what else you could be doing with what precious time you have left. The scarcity of the heart’s contentment propel the hand forward, upward, outward, in certain search for savings. “Gain without cost!” shall be the rallying cry of the diversified mass, amassing en mass to celebrate the most abundant and useless of all commodities: music. “GAIN WITHOUT COST!”
And if the savings are spilt so far and wide that some are in fact wasted upon a deaf ear, unappreciated in spoiled obscurity, or perhaps fought over in impotent fury, SO BE IT. For let not the quality of the saver be the judge of quantity regarding the giver of savings. You are being given a gift of most sacrosanct levity. Let us examine the implications of this saving; the profound graciousness of its singular quality. Would it not be a shame, a blasphemous shame, were we not all of us, the readers of these overly-solemn paragraphs, every last one of us not in attendance of such luscious savings, to work toward a harvest of savings without seed or stalk, a day of work which required not a hand to be lifted. Let us not take for granted this savings, nor decry the credibility of its benefactors, nor let the opportunity go to waste in nourishing our weary upper abdomens.
I can see from the tear in your eye that my diatribe and the bargain therein has moved you deeply. Its ok, don’t thank me. I after all am not the source of excess time, only the prophet of it at this current moment. Waste not a second longer in contemplation, for somewhere out there are savings, and if you haven’t comprehended all this, its ok, just come to the CAVALCADE OF SAVINGS at the HIDDEN HAND on February 19th, and enjoy the endless trickle-down effects of bodacious rhythms and far out tones. Sometimes we’re lucky enough that savings just up and falls in our lap on a tuesday night, and thats basically what’s happening here. The savings are always free, and this Cavalcade of Savings shall be no different. This show will require some suspension of disbelief, but I’m sure you can handle it.
So to summarize:
What-THE CAVALCADE OF SAVINGS
When-February 19th
When exactly though- I’m thinking around 8pm
Where - At The Hidden Hand
Who -Featuring Cox Populi more TBA.
Why- It’ll be fun and even if it’s not it’ll be free so I challenge you to get some organization in your life and mark the calendar to come party with us.
If quantum entanglement is real and there is a line of communication and transference of information between all particles in the universe, why do larger amalgamations of information, i.e. objects, animals, and conscious human intelligences not exhibit similar traits of unity and instantly available omnipotence? We are probably too entrenched in the minutiae of time and space, too obsessed with the differences of matter to notice, I suppose. Too concerned with death to properly live. Does the relative probability of where an atom might end up account for this divisionary characteristic of experience? Or does our experiences exhibit the fact of entanglement among manifold objects in an arbitrary and seemingly separated fashion. In short, why are we not all thinking the same thing? Why can’t you tell me how i feel just by being near me? Why don’t you love me?
CHRISTINA’S VAGINA:
Oh Christina your vagina is as wet as the ocean
Crashing serenely in circular motion
i chug with gusto your serious potion
To wake with a headache of lingering pain
Heaving in haste to deep red destinations
Spilling our sweat on the floor in frustration
Splendid delictum partaking it all
Hearing your pulse falling hard as the rain
Currents collaborate reeling in wreck
Risking what honor we have on the deck
I raise you above me a beautiful death
Our eyes meet in earnest I see your hot breath
Floating majestic a moment in time
Our ears play a trick and the sail is aligned
You gasp and you’re Gorgeous the sunshine is sealed
I stare at your sapphire, know you are real
Christina said softly “the oceans are yours”
And I knew it was true though the storm now still pours
The mast cranes up over the waters below
Its spirit emerges and is something new
Free for a minute in indigo wind
Skyward and rushing corrupt as a sin
Destined to fall back and sink straight down through
To lodge in the bottomless sea’s soft gray-blue
Recorded at DeepThoughtLaboratorirs in Tallahassee, FL
DJ Deep Thought will be performing an hour and a half set of raucous and offensive tunes at The Warehouse, 706 West Gained Street, Tallahassee, FL. On Wednesday August 1st, at 10pm. Come out and support Tallahassee’s most adored artist and musician. One free beer will be given to whoever wears the least amount of clothing!
Compass, Take Me Home
Have you ever wandered north? Felt the air grow anciently crisp and chilled as an ice cube, crystalline? Watched the nights grow shorter or longer depending? Have you been wrapped in fur and fiery dispensation? nostalgic and comfortable are these summer retreats.
Have you ever travelled east? to the big exotic cities and breathed the polluted beauty of red-lit air? Watched their confident well-dressed women stride along to urgent appointments? Sat in bars that locals call a hole in the wall, but which your hometown would proudly claim as its great saloon, waiting for a friend to walk in the door and remark on the probabilities in such chaos? Exuberant and overly-sophisticated are these towering rooms.
Have you ever taken a greyhound bus south? And reveled in the sweet citrus fields of a wealthy relative? Watched the populations dwindle while growing close to care for the strangers that might arrive, good hearted in the humid night. Heard hushed folks reconcile past and present in their back-room conversations? Lurid but gentle are these chivalrous hollows.
Have you ever gone west? Smelt the breeze of an ocean who’s current never sped your trip, but whose foamy waves you love just the same. Been in search of something, and found it playing cards with its questionable friends? Learned the pervasiveness of the immigrant, and seen care-free lovers lose more than they thought they had to begin with? Here, you can still catch the sunset before anyone finds out that it rose. Styled and cheap are these cavalier mansions.
Tell me, oh! From whence did I come?
Another song for you suckers to listen to. ;)
Music by DJ Deep Thought
Yes, I’m late this year… Hope all is well comrade. Listeners, the offbeat snare at the beginning is meant to fuck with your head, and the big finish is meant to blow your mind. :)
