1. |
spider couch
01:25
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Ghosts roam in my home
When im alone
Can’t tell a soul though
Cuz they tap at my phone
red zones
When the chill at my bone
The bulbs quiver as the ceiling
Breathes deep and low
I try to moan
But my body stock still
So I sit with my toes
Covered up
To protect from the demons I know
Ghosts roam in my home
When im alone
Can’t tell a soul though
Cuz they tap tap tap
I was trying to climb out the spiders house
When I got my leg stuck In the spiders mouth
Then spiders spouse cut me And I bled out
And the two of them ate me On their spider couch
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2. |
pig pen
02:03
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Why you flight that
Empty breeze
Some time sat on the couch
Watching some tv
Or Fill my ears to the brim
With some LPC
Im not a MVP
I just blast my thing
Out of options at this point
I gotta move my brushes
Sank cost is a pinpoint
Surrounded by the buckets
Time dripping my wrist joints
Are angry little fuckers
Cuz Im making em disjoint
Going playful in the colors
My artist statement looks something like a pig pen
Big splash of ink where the hogs barely fenced in
Something that I thought about once and then forgot
Scrawled on the backside of the page next to a dot
Mostly dribble that I scribbled out, words shake and wriggle
The peripherals giggle as the concepts march
Thru the temple where my impulses recline on a arch
The word intuitive approaches, gets closer then farts
Idle hands always end up on my dick
Least I can do to grab a stick with some paint on the tip
Let the spirits guide the way shine a light on the page
Bear my burden as a sage medium a lit flame
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3. |
fish house
01:11
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im not lookin for a better way to be
my breadth encapsulates each of the seven seas
torrents eruptions arent disruptions to my beats
i soak em up until my head becomes the breeze
open my eyelids to absorb the cosmic feed
i made a shelter from the setting suns degrees
kaleidoscopic comets crash into my feet
i like the ones that crackle to dismiss my needs
im in the fuckin fish house where i plant my seeds
i dont attend to nothin that dont tend to me
im in the fuckin fish house where im supposed to be
supposed to be supposed to be supposed to be
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4. |
lion heart
01:36
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made of sterner stuff
so im taking the plunge
my mind races ahead
to turn and face at the gun
dont fall to pieces
slow releases
those villains apologize
sounds like a lullaby
stare into my solemn eyes
fear decreases
still uneasy
while impaired somewhat traumatized
scared stiff i wanna die
told my mama that she cried
guess what?
my butt
broke in stole a hundred pies
deaths door
lord of the flies
pet stores
moronic child
i like you
do you like me?
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5. |
human bean
01:20
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i was asleep
and i seen
a scene that was a dream
and the dream
that i seen
everyone was with me
and i mean
i wish that everyone could see what i seen
cuz the dream
that i seen
wasnt mean
i see your deepest bout the order that your drugs go in
so you could get the best effect before it ends again
wish i could lend a hand but friend im in my own descent
and thats the system that we in we dont know content
i see your deepest bout the order that your drugs go in
wish i could lend a hand but friend im in my own descent
and thats the system that we in we dont know content
we need a better way to be we're all one human family
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6. |
ant hill
01:19
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keep climbing ropes
keep climbing up the ropes
im inclined to find the hope
reclined while driving up the road
this ant hills positioned in a posture set to topple
imminent
let the monster boot caves in
to make this
place is obsolete
desolate concrete
hellscape
scraping shit off the treads all week
just keep climbing ropes
keep climbing up the ropes
lifes a funny thing
i mean
is life something won?
if so i wonder at the value
would it taste on my tongue?
probably sweet and sour
tangy mescaline from my lungs
the world looks smaller at the mount
due to the shape of the guts
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7. |
snail trail
02:01
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Moving slow like a snail
On my effervescence
Enclosed in the mail
Lethal presence
Casket closed
Cuz I was a weapon
And my corpse
In tattered clothes
My skin glows
Im inside the message
Sent to break bones
broken stones chipped
I collect those
For whatever reason
If I had a dollar
For the hours that I climbed
I would be a father
With the means to get by
And if I hadn’t trauma
Tized myself when shit flies
I would still be probably
In the same ship trying
Set a course
For the shore
Put my boots on the floor
Trodden round a little bit
Set roots in the soil
Just picture me living
With a bright background
No cloud or black shroud
There dragging me down
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ZNM Portland, Oregon
Portland, OR based artist ZNM makes abstract paintings using automatic processes.
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