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demos, discarded ideas and other odds and ends

by space cadet

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Yesterday i read carl sandburg’s chicago I still do not understand the american dream It’s their own kind of God prefab houses and Plastic containers of ice cream I hope that the noble slick backed workers are doing ok now I hope they have reconciled with the great lie That none of this is natural or for any greater good Other than old men wanting to add great to their names Those conquerors of old Looking out the two cardboard cutouts That outline my vision when I’m still Nature is so still and bristling with static All that energy and endeavour The great slick backed workers of an ignorant utopia The great good and almighty Prefab houses and bad ice cream The great good and almighty Prefab houses and bad pipe dreams The great good and almighty Prefab walls are not what they seem None of this is what it seems Built on broken backs and oh god i have to leave
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Give me something pure i can hold onto My monolithic present gifted Seemingly in space and spasmic in special resentment The great sui generis conjuring Genesis in recollect The fifteen pink eye future Spotting vessel impressed By lost love and human pleasure Rising above the mile wide race track Of lockstepping legs and blessed voyages That the meteorite guides anointed Wonderful Give me something pure i can hold onto
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“Then” is a dream from which i am endlessly waking up Impersonal in my own present And i wrote her two poems today That felt like i had already written them And i probably had in another place Each verse here is written in five time And yet my composition fourth But i’ll over analyse into a lens i built Out of my own scrapheap metal There is nothing ever planned I'm trying to step outside The insular self replicating bubble But everything is analysis I can’t leave I can’t fucking leave We can’t think properly without accepting our base desires We can’t think properly while accepting our base desires We can’t think properly without accepting our base desires We can’t think properly while accepting our base desires The great fucking paradox! Ohh but you’re so pretty I can accept the great disguise An inevitable aesthetic obsession A door stop in my irises And you’re so wonderful I can stop my will to analyse The brutality of my ugly transgression These words elucidate so little
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That space is a prison cell A fly on the wall, visage of hell His soft features melting into the walls The brutality of the guards Building his cenotaph It reads “you did what was good for anyone but us” Lagos Let go of me x4 In the mess hall Voices coalesce and all Of them speak to build his perfect Winged cenotaph, wordless now Bricks of neutral tones This is not your home Lagos Let go of me x4 La-a-a-a-agos Le-e-e-e-ts go That space is a prison cell A fly on the wall, visage of hell I melt into the walls Oppressor oppress no more Lagos Let go of me x4
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And the universe said I love you I ran out onto the street from my hotel And heard each frequency of the universal voice And it was sheer silence Three hands came down like clouds out of place Curled fingers that were not And took the bus from its street And the colour drained from sunny’s face Into his wings I’m lost Here and now I’m lost Here and now If you scream resonance into dark place The resonance deafens you I scream out the window And the sheer silence shatters eardrum Broken brain stem like the knowledge of death The knowledge of everything that never was or is He’s lost There and now He’s lost There and now There and before He played the game of justice Purpose is not sought after But found in the absence of buses I cried and I cried and I cried When i heard the news of his arrest His wings had begun to unfurl And soon he would enter my mind And the universe said I love you (I’m lost) I ran out onto the street from my hotel (here and now) And heard each frequency of the universal voice (I’m lost) And it was sheer silence (here and now) [spoken word] When sunny traveled through the streets at night And he could tilt his head and squint his eyes To make the lights invade his fading vision Something clicked in his head That it did not matter his purpose It was decided by the people who shouted obscenities at passersby While drunk and not alone A drunkard says fuck to the universe because all he has is his perception And it is now destroyed Sunny entered my mind next (these were planned lyrics)
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You worked at a struggling school for a while Always willing to help Far too stressed to finish Trial by fire at both ends an ordeal Last week I felt like I was going to vomit I knew you spent your days helping anxious kids But I wasn’t sure you were ready to help your own She was out of her own mind Staring at a ribcage covered by nothing in the mirror Face so azure

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this is just a bunch of unfinished tracks sitting on my hard drive that i wanted to expunge for spring cleaning
nothing here is really any good but you can download and enjoy these songs and instrumentals

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released April 1, 2020

credit to agnes martin for the artwork behind a cover i made in 5 minutes

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