a great one has said
that poets are midwives
to reality
yet these words
catch me
when i would have them
let me go
from
, Said the Shotgun to the Head
(from fakeneverland)
Tripping over mountains of molecules and metronomes, Dr. Cutright climbs the winding staircase up and away forever toward the morning glory falling through the open window. The doorway reveals: a blinding field of oranges and lemons, an Arizonian kitchen in a daisy grove. a flip of the electric switch and Cutright is retreating into himself, stepping back into his hole, like the brain-warped automata of some ancient sci-fi flick. restless the machine pours whispers upon voices of Vapors that tussle and rise up toward the golden ceiling caressing human skin swirling in the nostrils like the winds that flow through seas of leaves and light. (damnit)
-Bruno DayanI've been eatin' with a good friend, who said
"A genie made me out of the earth's skin."
But in spite of her, she is my birth kin.
She spits me out of her surly blood rivers.- Animal Collective


A little lo-fi from some developing artists, living and creating in central Arkansas.Sporting dancey, spacey, experimental music that has a tinge of tribal and eastern, Brooklyn quartet Gang Gang Dance's fourth full-length effort, St. Dymphna, is one of the most innovative things I've heard all year. It's albums like this that make me think that all those "Best of 2008" list makers should've done their research more.-Bryce
"Black Eye" by Sally MannMother, skew my designs.
I need to escape.
All I have to say is, if my mom caught me listening to this, I think I'd be grounded. This is some of the sexiest music I have ever heard in my life.Side A:
Here's a little mix: A Tribe Called Quest (Midnight Marauders 1993) and Black Moth Super Rainbow (Falling Through a Field 2003, Start a People 2004). Keep it real.State this ache as the final break.Track list:
Tender situation--create a good illusion.
Feel the grip of your salvation.
This is, indeed, a tender situation.
Make a move, man. State your case.
Taste the waste, man. Taste the waste.
What is your place in my glorification.
Yeah, this is really a tender situation.
Get off the pot, man. Shake and Bake.
Taste the waste, man. Taste the waste.
Pump it up or stray from that old station.
Yeah, dude, this is really a tender situation.- Ween
Go to the shore and pray for the sea.
Go towards the mirror and pray that you'll see
someone else.
Downtown. Go downtown.
Go to the waves of grain in the center of the state.
Go away.
Go to a parking lot, sit on the ground and cry.
You'll never know why.
Start over. Start over.
Go to the ocean on a ship.
Wave goodbye to the waves and the frozen shit that was in your heart.
So long.
Time slows when it goes away.
Go away.
Time Slows.
So long.-Deerhunter




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