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quentin sellers
03:29
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[sample, vengeance 2022]
let's take a step back. i wanna share an idea with you. there's no argument more profound than how the universe came into existence. are we here because of god or science? i mean it is, by its very nature, the most fundamental question. but there's one thing - but there's one thing that everyone agrees on. and that's whether it was god, declaring "let there be light," or an infinite particle of energy, bursting forth in the big bang. everyone. and i mean everyone. agrees. that the universe... started with a sound.
[vocables]
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i'm tired of half-assing everything i do
when i grow up i wanna be just like you
you're a warm body in a world on fire
you're making it worse
you're making it worse
you're making it worse
it's fucked up how bad this doesn't hurt
and i'd love to belong to you and you alone
but my dance card's full and i wanna go home
yeah, i owe my hand to a half dozen men
there's not enough of me to go around, so,
send me down the river in a slow inferno
when i grow up, i hope i outgrow you
or maybe i don't
maybe this works
whatever "works" means and whatever won't burn
love bomb me
say what you mean
love bomb me
this cut can never be clean
drum machine
remain unseen
all that's left
dark in me
swallow or drown
tape it down
the beast inside
nowhere to hide
drum machine
i should scream
nothing left
you and me
who am i?
who is he?
let it be.
sow the seed.
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confession
07:12
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drive thru the geographical center of north america. high-line too loud to hear the heartbeat but listen anyway. slept wrong on my neck. gave away my glasses. fucked up. fixed it. fucked up again. fixed it again. powerlines criss-cross above stubborn sunflowers along the highway, across stagnant water and flickering flatland. i circle back to the mistakes. the cattle who people these fields. i am cowed. limp spastic, frenetic, kinetic back to horsecapture camp. kneel by my father. tell him of my clumsiness, the way i ruin everything. how i try to change it when i do. he stopped smoking years ago. it’s my turn to cauterize my lungs shut. he hands me a lighter.
“you know,” he says, “there’s remarkably little in this world you can’t make right.”
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exist by myself
04:24
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bogo la$ik Ithaca, New York
fran bogo la$ik is an undisciplined artist & one-time engineer. his music haunts the empty spaces we leave behind. using a combination of the ancient & absurd, fritz maps his human heart across twisted circuits and the curved corpses of trees. her voice is a shotgun loaded with insomniac words and queer temporalities. these are her stories. ... more
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