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Dimensions and Traps (Anomalies, Demos, 4trk)

by WILD ARROWS

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1.
This is an adaptation from the Sinead O'Connor song Black Boys On Mopeds. Her lyrics have been altered with admiration and in sadness. White talking head on TV, is shocked by the deaths that took place overseas. It seems curious he would be so offended, when it's outside his own door he defends it. We've said this before, you'll call me naive and then you'll say it more. Remember what I told you, "If they hated me, they will hate you". America's laws have color coded enforcement, it's the home of who police kill black boys on street corners. It's the same everywhere and that is why there is grieving. I refuse, to accept, that there is a sane reason. Don't you dare say a word, the Red Record goes on undisturbed. You'll go on like we told you, and if you say please, maybe they will hear you... These are dangerous days, to walk on the street is to walk on your own grave. Remember what I told you, "If you were of the world they would love you". America's laws have color coded enforcement, It's the home of police who kill black boys on street corners. America's justice has color coded enforcement, it's the home of police who kill black men on street corners.
2.
You will be safe with duct tape, hemlock branches burst and kill off all, hopes pace, displaced, flowers flow out pollen paste. The words your rights are written in are in lowercase, then reshaped. Potted plants are ALL need. You are stuck their hurt with wall painted, obscene, unclean, leaves weave up a dead tree with letters the alphabet ruined, and heated up your disease, then repeat: Wake the ghosts. Radio signals reach and teach, the untruth, fortified with calcium and no proof, Misused, fills the air in a frequency that just doesn't "happen to be" tightly around your neck in a noose. Wake the ghosts. Sent out signals to Old Father Christmas' troops, let loose. While mourners march in quiet retreat, nailing fact sheets to their feet. They are missing those who did not leave and are still alive for them to see, we introduce ourselves eternally in a farewell toast? We are the silent living, they're the loud ghosts. La la la la la.
3.
The wind with you on this earth, you'll move within seven storms. One, a midnight of shadows. One, a frightened animal. One, a leaf lost in spiral. One, the breath of denial. One filled a canyon forsaken. One, in gasping elation. then your lungs fill to heaven and you will be all seven. Water to you on this earth, will call to you seven forms. One, lost desert wanderer. One, wave breaks the pelagic. One, a fish afraid to drown. One siren song with no sound. One, the whirlpool sings along. One, as an icecap frozen. You'll be washed clean to heaven and you will be all seven. Soil to your feet on this earth, holds your blood in seven forms. One, as sand under sharp rock. One, as the true north unmarked. One, as the thorn on flower. One, as the earthquake devoured. One, from the lips of your lover. One, wild, raving, no other. Hallowed is earth to heaven and you will be all seven. Brave if flames to touch on earth, you will burn in seven forms. One, fever in night alone. One, the strike, blue white to coal. One, lava of liquid earth. One, an ember in your mouth. One, halo of sparks, now mute. One, smoke of all deception. Fire will burn clean to heaven and you will be all seven. No aether but love on earth, heartbroken in seven forms. One, in youth no reason known. One, at death old and alone. One, both blind in a bright room. One, blue and green with no truth. One, taken another's hand. One, burns air, blood to soil, death. Nothing but love, no heaven so you will be all seven. Nothing but love, no heaven so you will be all seven. Nothing but love, no heaven so you will be all seven. Nothing but love, no heaven so you will be all seven. Nothing but love, no heaven so you will be all seven. So it's sung again, seven nothing but love, no heaven.
4.
In blue green choral daylight, maybe we're dreaming. But no one is singing. Just feel the feeling, I'm coming over and I'm never leaving. Because if it's something sacred, it's something worth saving and I'm going to save it. In the blue and green. Because if it's something sacred, it's something worth saving it's all I believe in. In the blue and green. In blue green choral daylight. I'm not dreaming. We're finally singing.
5.
Moving over the ground, how about now? Or the bloom of the lie, blue flowers they hide, to find. Moving under the ground, Maybe now? Two color eyes, a costume, or disguise? Burning gown of fire, the lion and cobra, conspire.
6.
Cloudbursting We use it up, we use it up. Pretty and vacant now, but always now. We're cloudbursting. You're my favorite liar. I know you're gone deathly heartbeat. We're cloudbursting. Let's destroy ourselves, my sweet dreaming. Blindfold catch, with this revolver. I am you, my favorite liar. Liar.
7.
I walk beside the red. Count to ten, and then ten, and then ten. My mind sings a song lost since. Christmas lights flicker and dim, and then dim, and then dim. You crawl down to the sin, get lost in a thousand ends. Hands clenched, body spins, I stood there forever. Or crawled in? Night time garden of heat, percolating down like a church bell beat. Waves cast out secrets like a field of grass. Dimensions and traps. Dimensions and traps! How about that? Dimensions and traps? You push through to the red, or collapse instead? Your names all add to subtract. I just want to take it all back. Take it all back.. You burst through to the red, and the turquoise archers, on their turquoise horses. Helicopters hit by arrows, the dark sea, and the darker night sparrows. Gas station brutes in prose disguise, lead glazed depression in two tone tiles, petroleum fumes Bakelite cracked toxic for miles, Big static radio fuzz crackles gorgeous forever, the long fade out of the jackhammer. Total nondescript hand held short wave sickness, short wave vultures, short wave victims. Side bet: Junky latex turn around thin slide of slight of hand track laid down. Cyanide weekday avalanche decay. Siamese twins in black and white, and the green of jade. Dimensions and traps. Dimensions and traps! Dimensions and traps? Dimension and trapped.
8.
Lightbulb like the sun in a small room, throws shadows like mountains in a full moon. Iodine trees whose limbs just cough. Them leaves get heavy so they, shake em off, off, off. She drifts asleep to the hum outside. The hum in my head won't subside. I count the guards pace a straight line. I count the guards until the end of time. The crystal ball split a middle line, the fortune teller was a friend of mine. I wrote this cadence across the sky. I wrote this cadence across the sky. Where traitors walk I cut the line. Filled up my pockets let the truth be lies. The victims add up and I'll get mine, I wrote this cadence across the sky. So they wait outside and wait outside. by the bread, and butter, and barley line. They wait outside with sticks and chairs, for the blood they crave, I guess I don't care. They'll crown a king, a trash heap god, from a place where I belong. With bamboo words and kerosene eyes, an old book prayer I memorized. With kamboo words and berosene eyes, an old book prayer I memorized. I wrote this cadence across the sky. It's good to know truth's a friend of lies. I wrote this cadence across the sky.
9.
Long Past The End I know you'll come meet me in the morning. I'll wait up all night to prove I'm right. When the dawn arrives, with tears in my eyes. I'll stand in the daylight and hope I'm right. I'll stand in the light and know I'm right. I can't resist your appearing, but the part I cannot stand is your disappearing. Poseidon's sirens sing to me, so endearing, But by the banks of your river I can't hear them. While your ocean eyes fill the sea I can hear them, when your ocean eyes fill the see I can't hear them. Long past the end it still hurts, and the lingering effects are even worse. When complete desolation dulls the dagger turn, there is nothing anymore except this word, and it's hurt, and it's hurt, and it's hurt, and it's hurt, and it's hurt, and it's hurt, It is hurt, It is hurt, It is her, It is her, It is her, It is her.
10.
I tried so hard when I lied.
11.
In The Sky 03:10
12.
Pale Hits 04:11
Pale Hits I want this feeling gone, I want this simplified. Pale hits are in the air. Crystal corners of my mind. You've got this magic pulse. I want you hypnotized. No thinking in-between. No time to wonder why. I've got this feeling solved. You're sleeping under ice. Pale hits are in-between. Notice it's no disguise. I've got this feeling wrong, no way to synthesize. Pale hits are in the air. No way to wonder why. Anyway I can't recall, you've got this magic pulse. A way to be in love, A way to be in love. I've got this in-between, you've got this standard time. I forget to be here. Your mind is not mine. I've got this feeling wrong, I hope you'll just be quiet. With wings fly in-between, the breeze and all this silence. I've got this meaning here, beside this twilight time. No faster you'll receive, no acting waste this time. I know it's not in pulse, I pray this number lied. Feed it cut in-between, a song and lullaby. I've got this feeling gone. I want this simplified. Pale hits of the night, the dark hits of my mind. I hear the Danube song. Breathing in Danube night. Your hair I walk upon, just lost that touch of light. I want this feeling gone, I want this simplified. No feeling in-between, the crystal corners of my mind.
13.
YRH 03:13
YRH If every word that I say is a lie, then that makes every heartbeat an alibi. If you try to map these veins, you won't get back to the start. You were what I was thinking, there's no need to wonder, what. Now I count on rain for every holiday. I miss you more every minute. I wonder why you let me go away. And the umbrella, it just fell apart. The water came crashing in, enough to drench my heart. There's no way I could love you more, no way I could, love you more. More. So I plead to get back to the start, I wouldn't leave you for a minute, I know I would fall apart. Now I count on rain for every holiday. The forecast was for blue skies, but the drops just pound away. So I plead to get back to the start, for the truth would kill, my young romantic heart.
14.
Bruise colored night wraps the skyline and this 4am was born on the fourth of July. This 4am was born when the needle lifted and the radiator sang the only song it could sing. The heat in your memory said that we were lonely the promise of you was always the worst thing. I know loneliness was our battle cry. While a rope on a pulley pulled the plane through the sky. My tongue forever blue surrenders to the silence, Judas and Delila tricked Pontius Pilot. Spring tells a lie in the bruise colored night and this 4am was born on the fourth of July.
15.
More 02:38
I know you only wanted more, and every day felt so long. You stirred up some war, but had no flag to fly, when all I ever wanted was more. A slingshot could not cut you down. Slicing your heals could not slow you. Blue eyes of war, thrash all over. When all I ever wanted, was more. Heart in your hand like a picture. You said your wounds were all gifts. Hollow sounds, wander around. When all I ever wanted was more. Medicine holds you in place. The promise of never cuts your eyes. You stand up straight, into the fire. Blue eyes of war, conquer and divine. When all I ever wanted was more.

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released September 6, 2016

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