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Songs for Dismemberment: Sei

by Radio Wire Empire

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1.
Begin 03:27
feel my pulse where every breath beats down upon skin eyes never seen forever between planes of reality and real fantasy I wonder if we'll both be crazy by the end of this or if it will ever end and if it does who of us will be left standing? and who will awake to nothing an empty pillow from which the space still breathes on upon the face and freezes from within when and where did the nothingness all begin? would it be so bad if I started over again cut the eye lids open wide and dig (in deep) for diamonds I wonder if we'll both be crazy by the end of this or if it will ever end and if it does who of us has the tools to put that final period on the page and call it quits for good the foresight to see through the past lest it return once more to haunt our unmarked graves still restless after so many years from now feel my pulse my pulse is it is it shaking? feel my pulse my pulse is it is it fading? i'm so glad i've met you why don't you join me for some tea? cut the eye lids open wide and dig and dig in because
2.
Beget 02:24
I don't mind if you bleed or not the pain tastes all the same when cut into a page with a tooth to the millstone a blade in a cold home and a sting in your brain elucidation is tedious make no effort now just lie down with me and listen to your peers singing Min'yō and my whispers in your ear what could there possibly be to fear?
3.
this could go any number of ways gutter philosophical or higher plane there is a collective ego the size of Shibuya to stroke so let's play our part no rampart nor great wall could halt this siege upon the senses a realm of mechanized defense against a side splitting reprieve and haven't we been blessed with such a byzantine mindset with upright legs and opposable thumbs we can fly faster than any wings in the sky but i know i'll never smile wider than some ape crawling in shit this writing before thinking business doesn't work so well for me because there's nothing much worth scrawling out that's plastered in my conscious mind could you then be my walden pond, my shangri-la, my Shisen-dō take me to the water in your blossom knotted song the mouth it moves so tactfully even when it's wrong and judicial are my hands when they are digging through your skirt maybe this will sort us out maybe i'll like it when it hurts looking for the letters to piece together a clearer reality within our own fantasy i could believe anything
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5.
Haste 03:23
wake up there is ink to be bled and clothes to be shed there is no need for pain anymore remove that which does not give life be rid of all spite live like no one is watching because no one will ever hate yourself as much as you can split open my head little people in little towns on a planet filled to the brim with sound drowned out by small ideas about the face of god god has no face and has no norm it is a gathering storm propelling our hearts forward toward the stars toward the stars listen hard: my dear, these are the days built to waste plotting out our escapes in the darkened haste of a dim grey morning "..but the bed is so cozy and your skin is so warm i think i'll rot here instead" i am not myself and you are nothing but me there is no body even with two put together there is but only faith in one vessel and we are everything and no one in eden the only season is elysium in eden the only season is elysium above a field of stars my dear, these are the days built to waste plotting out our escapes in the darkened haste of a dim grey morning "..but the bed is so cozy and your skin is so warm i think i'll stay"
6.
be still but be here it's too hard to think when we're fucking around and your hands can't keep to their own slow it down let it down this is why i'm here now this is why i'm here i can feed the crazy and keep it cool and quell the wreckless thoughts painful and hot with ink in the eyes from your quill to mine our hearts will spill out and out like wine picked from a frozen vine sanctified and sacrosanct rooted in the small of your back on the banks of my favorite place a tree of life in dead soil battered skin in the shape of a thousand buried bodies you're worn out 50 years too fast and with that kind of disposition suspicion becomes a friendly face that lies in bed and wears your clothes and sits on the shoulders of everyone you've ever known and now your hands can't be happy with all they own slow it down let it down this is why i'm here now this is why i'm here i can feed the crazy and keep it cool and quell the wreckless thoughts painful and hot with ink in the eyes from your quill to mine our hearts will spill out and out like time lost fighting for the sake of fighting please stop looking for a reason to push
7.
Folksgloves 03:43
in a world where one lesson learned is another lost the songs sung before could all be for naught and by the time you hear this word will you have forgot just what you have heard? a word's only worth the gold invested in its voice / is my tongue silver or bronze? (if no one sticks around to hear the voice sing has the song been sung?) the spoon is made of wood the feast is on fiber is good for the soul, but a splintered tongue never turned a buck for anyone in a world where one lesson learned is another lost the songs sung before could all be for naught and by the time you hear this word will you have forgot just what you have heard? ..and does it matter enough to remember
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Nana-Go 01:24
9.
in your eyes you're right you write your lies but you're wrong about yourself there is nobody else we can survive death it's just a speedbump for our fast track love and maybe i'm doing the right thing for once in my life i can't see the night but i don't need eyes to sing to the stars i think i might give up speaking heaven says nothing but always brings about the seasons
10.
Asthmatic 05:51
I can throw a random mess of words I can speak until my tongue falls off maybe I'll have said something that somehow changes everything, or changes me I can paint a pretty page with colors bright but don't mean anything I can sing sweet nothings in your ear but I can't bear to look in a mirror anymore because everything about myself has become a chore; an exercise in waking up and I don't wanna do it I don't wanna do it you can speak your pretty words you can shout your pretty words you can speak all over me I can carve a monument I can put your face on it I can set your name in stone and maybe my heart is made of stone but your heart is gone and this weird affair has gone too long but I still love it can't leave it I just can't live it you don't wanna hear it and I don't wanna say it I don't wanna do it it's all bullshit and there's no easy way through it you can do better than this you don't need my ego anymore and you don't need to be a whore to get what you want and I'm not what you want so call off the haunt cause after this, there's nothing left to kill but your own self will and destiny shall become nothing you can speak your pretty words you can shout your pretty words you can speak all over me and you will you will you will you will you will you will you will oh you will talk me into anything I can carve a monument I can put your name on it I can set your name in stone and maybe my heart is made of stone but your heart is gone
11.
am I really blue or is life just grey am I really happy there wasn't any bad news today I want a comet to fall off track and smash right into this town I want to feel the fear prick my skin glee filled bloody rush and there's a girl on her knees divergent screams of pleasure and of pain I'm no optimist or masochist just want one day to be kissed by god and if it takes a train wreck to be scared to death then put the penny on the rail and if it takes a train wreck to be scared to death then I'll be that coin that tips the scale these days come and they go so maybe I'll wake up, and feel again tomorrow even if it's hollow, there's still some on the surface that will show I want the sky to fill my face with so much blood in the brain enlightenment feels so close insane that you aren't, you're only mad with the youth you never had and if this narcissistic liason will cure the ache but for one brief reprieve I don't mind I don't mind your kimono sash is loosened, wrapped & primed white face just above a loose hair unfurls I smile and tell you more pull it tighter pull it tighter pull it tighter and now I'm home and if it takes a train wreck to be scared to death then put the penny on the rail and if it takes a train wreck to be scared to death then I'll be that coin that tips the scale the color springs, now seeing everything I'll pass the exile unto you carry home, carry on keep just but a trophy head phoenix up and don't wince when the blade cuts through the former you is dead
12.
*(HKHRHrhKHuhurhgkkrg)*

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Songs for Dismemberment, Part 1: Sei

this two part album has been a year in the making, and I hope you all enjoy it.

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released June 28, 2013

ink and paper and keyboard clicks

Sada Abe & Kichizo Ishida

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