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me? sorry? me?

by soramimi

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1.
no periphery 02:22
Merchant man Please help me with my vision As I keep my head in the sand Or you can help me help myself Like a god that’s on the lam Live in another’s head and See that that’s what I am I’m the frozen wastelands Turned my habits inside out Took the longest, sweetest breath And then learned to go without I’m the urban theatre No periphery in our lives Artists without borders Always sick from living right So use my eyes So sad that we’re all the same Person, paralyzed Or you can show me to myself Like an orchid trapped in time The end is built into the beginning And the middle’s all a lie So I’m another nothing Born with puppet strings tied up Took a look over my shoulder You were there and they were cut I’m a raging cancer No periphery in our lives Brain is hurt and lungs are dry And heart ain’t ticking right Beyond a metonym Being me, no, not him Docking the neck of sin With no periphery
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This time we’re gonna fucking nail it Home improvement homo sapien Psychotic mathemagic How long’s a piece of string? Too cool for quantum Black hole centrefold In the beginning There was the masterpiece Everything and nothing The singularity So swings the pendulum Coming into being And passing away Coming into being and Just passing by
4.
It is true We’re not all equally imbued With those beautiful eyes, those alone can view Beauty, beauty Takes one to know, seen askew Made up minds and made up faces too But I don’t see why we all must see More than the truth of rotting teeth Incapable of stepping back for a moment from yourself To see your undulating broken breath Grotesque and unspoken Everyone is broken So I ask why Even though I know it’s not defined Face I must include myself in my Self-effacement Oh my fucking god, you’re all broken eyed Shattered mirror glass jaw, so am I Incapable to stand away, take a good look at yourself To see your own corrupted broken breath Universal but token Everyone is… Pot calling a kettle only half full Through bloody lips stuffed with cotton wool A distant look of pain you think I can’t see But derelict facades crumble eventually
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Is this something I can say? That you know someone who has died? But if so far that’s all Ok, Is it just them keeping you alive? Pour your heart out If it’s true That though we’re different I’ll die like you So pour your drink out If it’s true as well We’re still together While others fell Is this something I can say? That you know someone who has died But if so far that’s all Ok, Is it just them keeping you alive? So here’s a toast to being lonely I’d raise a glass, but to whom? But seriously, let’s not let only The dead be alive in this room This is something I have said I made it real just through sheer will So let us drink to our dead But remember that we’re also here still
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found out 02:08
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On the mithridating scene They say prevention is better than cure But they don’t know what they mean Value my health above all else At least until I get to the off licence Vaccination coming up A little venom makes so much sense I’ve got the poison, I’ve got the remedy I’ve got a dog that’s always chasing me Chasing me down To offer me a haircut To offer me canine offcuts To offer me a haircut What’s your poison? Mine’s the cure. Hungover or tee-total It’s like bark versus bite Pharmakon alcoholic You say prevention is better than cure But then I would never drink Value yourself over everything else I had a shine on mate, so no offence So many excuses coming up A little hangover again, makes sense, again
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Oh well done you, another day, you're still here Congratulations for breathless breathing A racing heart, a healthy smile, then disappear Want to grow old with you, you ageless thing Run this gamut, my favourite mirror, hold me near All records sampled, then smashed and sealed with a wink But then I get to think Can this really be enough? Stay on an endless brink Instead of learn how to best jump off? Have we thought this through? I see cracks all though this idea And now they've spread to you We want to make sure life is long A compass direction lottery A childhood rite for a silent swan song But what about a better death for you and me? Something worth holding onto not just grimly holding on Halcyon days halted only hedonically Not a slew of waking comas while you wait for that last gong Because there’s nothing wrong With thinking you want more Than life stretched out so long That you’ve forgotten what it’s for So much talk of dignity When the fountain of youth Will drown us eventually An age of age So unengaged All the world’s a stage But you just face away The age of age You just turn away You tread the boards But dread being bored The show must go on Your time is abroad As we get old We tread a border Well, fuck the distance And make life broader As we get old We tread a border So fuck the length And make life broader
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enemy lines 02:32
Two sides survey the enemy lines Each one waiting for a saviour Each one knows the true direction No moderation in the echo chamber We dictate what constitutes reason Accepting nuance is the road to danger So crazy and so in need of saving Sitting in judgement on their behaviour Pass the buck from left to right Forcing down every other ideology Opposites attract to repel all-comers Everything governed by the same duopoly Our grown up world and you’re all children Bait and switch and bread and circus We set rules that can’t be questioned Indoctrinated so they can’t desert us It blows my mind every time I hear you talking all your squealing and your squawking all you’ve been regurgitating you just spew it out verbatim with no hint of mastication And it breaks my heart how you wallow in your faking you construct of your own making a glass box that echoes breaking all your own communication can’t resist a little shaking So I lose my shit when I think for just a bit about the points that you just hit and how you think you’ve captured it but when in fact you’re full of shit and you really have to quit And my bile starts to rise when I look in your eyes and see the darkness that’s inside and all the things you try to hide behind this stupid pack of lies you’re completely terrified
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A billion hearts, a billion voices screaming all at once Each one wants to make the choices with no compromise There’s no mitigating excuses, extreme prejudice No space for another viewpoint, that’s just how it is Tell me how to change the mind of a world that’s deaf and blind There’s no place that we can be ourselves Sheer monotony, it thrives on mediocrity We must resist this paradigm Here’s a problem with no solution but to start again Send them into cleansing fires, we’re all minutemen Instantly construct a border, lock them all outside All insist that they marauder, they’re dehumanized Tell me how to change the mind of a world that’s deaf and blind There’s no place that we can be ourselves Sheer monotony, it thrives on mediocrity We must resist in what we do and claim our lives anew Here comes the change of order The new guard gives no quarter Resistance cannot fester They’re watching, poised for slaughter Lo has come another order There’ll be no mercy, no looks behind Collared by the crutch of commerce And up on that cross all the time There can be no dissention They’ll tolerate no tension It’s futile to mention Or dare to hint to question Order up, the new world’s fine A wooden posture, rigid hairline A tender form of governance More than bedfellows, state and trade But that’s to say, cash tenderness The future’s bright, the future’s spray-tanned The future’s bright, the future’s spray-tanned

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released September 18, 2017

max + seed + keef = soramimi, who wrote some music and some words and put it all on this record, first at dsi (www.dissidentsoundindustry.com) in december 2016 with the engineering skills of nick howdle-smith and matt jarman, and later some more recording and then mixing was done with matt jarman (www.badprincess.net) in february 2017 (have forgotten the specific days, did you need them?), and yet later seed wrangled together the visuals. phew, breathe.

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soramimi London, UK

what a bunch of divs. maxim is, like, majorly melodrummatic. seed tars every git with the same brush. the low end on keef makes for good grief. occasionally people shout, occasionally they're in the band.

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