1. |
The Cost
01:44
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Refining my skills
climbing up the hill
taking spills
wine in my gills
I deep throat
the cost Im drowning
Climbing these hills
theres nothing left that thrills
deep wells
chiming the bell
I hear its song
buried in the sorrow
get at me past tomorrow
now I've got no time for that
busy with much shit on borrow
time is flying past
and im not where i meant to be
when you pause
reflect
get real can you still feel the urgency?
i mean
surreal emergency
is there a curse on me?
couldve sworn that ghost thats lurking in my nursery
when i was three
is edging each day closer
tug my leash
keep space holder
my neat keepsakes smolder
im alive right now but getting older
feel the weight keenly on my shoulder
and the brunt is burning
grunts my soul is churning
in position squirming
no returning to a point of origin
the moments stack
one atop the other till you kill the deck
left a wreck
prop yourself up
and let the blood trickle down your neck
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2. |
The Hose
02:08
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once god said to me
"your chance is my hobby
go dance for the body
and crash the jalopy"
thats truly unruly
not giving a fuck
crash course for the abstract
whimsical touch
tiny ships showed up
but its stuck in the mud
and the bottle plugged up
so i struggle to tug on it
spirits spray ghosts foggy
lyrics like a hose soggy
im like "wheres the point?"
you dont go got it
symbolized mold like a growth on the whole body
bent eight folds in my scroll stole the octagolly
rent free loads
i lent peacoats
to the spent schizos
at the park
they in your lobby
i like the idea of a goat in a temple
cant grasp whats not simple
what the idol resembles
casting pearls before swine
sanctified in a thimble
burnt tips sank ships
subtle gods shank dribbles
give me what i wanted then ill let you go
cuz first things first
im alight with the glow
if i dont like the way you talk
ill let you know
get one things straight
i dont posit to know
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3. |
Sink
02:37
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washed ashore
i watched myself
cross the floor
woe betide
my hands tied
but im alive
eyes wide
lips parted
slow glide
nowhere to park my tanned hide
so i slide to the
brink where i mind my own
think dont reach i pluck
deep sound of flowers in my
sink
i cant fix it
with only myself
and cant get help
from anyone else
got no trust
in any of this hell
fuck you
ill die before i get well
A splash of colors
Stained my blood
Its searing,
soaked with paint towels
I cut my other
Fingers off
cuz they don’t Pay
the bank scowls
And everything Ive ever done is wholly useless to this
Human project
Ive reduced it
Don’t include me
Im secluded
I won’t participate
And don’t expect to hear complaint
The message wasn’t vocalized
But that don’t mean I don’t retain it
I sow what’s captivated
motion line desaturated
Source cords lacerated
Now im free to Activate it
im like how rock sound to christian mother 70's
thats bad like Michael jackson nosejob drawn from memory
what fuck you talk about?
"my beats a joke"
i swallow you whole (i follow you home)
the atmosphere here is so sheer
i think you lost the way home (i might just swallow you whole)
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4. |
The Curb
02:24
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I gotta shout
Just to get my fucking voice in this beat
but im alright with that
Cuz I don’t really like to be discrete
And that’s a nice fucking tempo
Too, I don’t have to strain
To keep up,
Mind what im saying
Keep it simple and plain
Yeah
Id like to tell you
What goes on in my head
Cuz what’s the purpose of words
If not in service to purge ?
My thoughts erupt and emerge
Your talk disrupts me, unnerved
When I was fixing to touch it,
That piece of mind which I urge
You find it, itching to plug in
Im right there hitched up in public
My wagon tied to a star
Together we go so far
Outside the
bounds of the car / Chugging - along
blended miser - Roughin - jar jar
Im illegal, im inside the place
Where its a place
Im placed
inside
My face is graced
With proud that scrawls
Cup it in my mouth to talk
Im bound to sprawl
Out and let the sounds fall out
Ive bounced off that
Mounds contact
Found some pounds of raw data
And im processing
My thoughts erupt and emerge
Your talk disrupts me, unnerved
I double back, cut you some slack
Cuz see you tripped on the curb
Where I placed my waste Container
In which is contained my waste
I dragged it out of my place
And placed it out on plain display
The waste collection agency
vehicle Takes it away
And heads directly in direction
Of the waste disposal place
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5. |
Water Bill
02:49
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I had alot stored up
so alot came out
allotment of my cups
not alot its a drought
not one to pack up my trunk
when it starts going south
it perks up in a month
when the sun comes back out
I dare this damn wretch machine to try and hollow me out
My source chords sanctified florid organic spout
Aw shit that’s the jam
I can feel it my man
But no shit
Im reeling off the ceiling ff fan
For real its really some gorillas that be steering my van
Caught stealing the plan from no-one
Im my own man
My own there’s no other people in my wheelhouse
I ran out of room to store my own simple plan
Im getting grown
Rather send my own spaceship up to land
In places no one can stand
And buy demand what I can
And keep enough rope tucked
You know I need extra bands
For when the going gets tough
I just I won’t be damned
To keep my head below water
That’s slaughtering and
I pop out and use my mouth like a watering can
Supposed to reify
But no
Thank you
I tank the offer
Sold
Its blank no coffers
Loaded
Im in separate places
At one time
in every timeline Im defiled
By lines apparently defined
By separate minds
At work
Debating which is mine
So ineffectual, I slide
Down the funnel
Which is fine
Got too much to say
Don’t know what to say
But that’s ok
Strolling down the lane
Clutch my crunchy brain
Heroic doses dull the weight
Of the world
Goes away
Got too much to paint
Gods a lushious saint
Golden plates
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6. |
Due Date
02:32
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i might put lyrics later
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7. |
Patchwork
03:06
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will try to put lyrics later
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ZNM Portland, Oregon
Portland, OR based artist ZNM makes abstract paintings using automatic processes.
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