Gah, I have no idea how we missed this. Mowlgi’s Mont.alk Project dropped four months ago, and only now am I discovering this information.…
VERSE 1:
- The space between every word he ever thought he said was sacred
- Gremlin in the cadence
- Trembling in the wake
- He thought to say;
- ‘I can’t be your superhero, spine, knight in shining absence,
- Invisible axis to oscillate under,
- Slippery slope, sliding slalom, or smiling abcess, to copulate under.
- All collapses in.’
- Birth was the death of him, not a person just an essence, nervous suggestion
- To pop spots under, all
- Relegating head to hands he pondered, delegating death to plans, the fractals,
- Pasted capsules crumbled.
- Wonder wanders, penetrating depths of labyrinths, parameters.
- ‘I am that I am he thinks, Pan’ he thinks again.
- The space between every pause and phrase he thought he created a sacred shamanic start passage,
- Gremlin in the cadence
- Trembling at la jetée
- Another pet hate to remember, all the captions dim,
- All Fraters Grimm, hammonds lit, apathetic anacronyms aptly applied.
- Can’t be your gliding grace note, capstone of gold, platinum backbone, packaged and hand rolled in tandem,’
- This time louder, repeat, different pattern, strain tone range,
- Last caught past talking before stating last morning before waking,
- He ought to say, ‘I can’t be your tool to clear smoke, pool to quench thirst,
- Can’t be your guide, giggling glow, gliding glasses, or grinding cancer, to populate under.
- My legs hurt.’
- Instead he said, ‘maybe I can be your,
- Chromatic axiom,
- Pneumatic accident,
- Tragic phallic anecdote to squat on,
- Pole to rot on, or hold the flock from.
- Padded box.com
- To not remain under,
- Blank paste to lace guns with;
- Timely Viagra or measured abuse;
- Likely to anger but ready to use.
- Can’t be your shiny triangle ‘cos however obtuse,
- The compass circumference stumbles through my earthly vertices
- Back round to tether you, wrapped round the tentacle,
- Background to render through,
- Blacked out, atonal, antiseptic, treasured wound, clapped out, vague notion, ambidextrous or weathered tomb,
- Can’t be your tiny bolobon to down,
- Maybe just frightening sides of the polygon that surrounds you;
- Piss down the sides and drown you, if you like the sound of it,
- I’ll be that nose to slice of to spite the countenance,
- Postbox to hide the cowardice,
- But don’t clamber in hand and fist,
- Unplug blow out and leave in a handkerchief.
- I’ll be your erratic balancing maxim,
- Ecstatic analogy,
- Enveloping action
- Or developing fracture.
- Token staple, rhyming couplet,
- Golden ratio, writhing comfort,
- Or welcoming capture
- Can’t be your happy camper, more like angry anthill
- Kadmon Adam’s apple broke come throat chakra,
- Open handcuffs to let the sunshine in and stamp for a whole stanza,
- No aurora bored of Alice without the silent M
- To put a 1 under,
- Making the number unlucky for some on it’s side,
- Heavenly prime, kicking and screaming ready to die.
- Can’t be your birds of a feather to covet and pluck,
- Purposeful error,
- Purple forever to colour with blood,
- Comfy awkward writing clumsy prose
- Muddy water hiding stunted growth
- Crown kether gleaming readily primed.’
- He thinks again.
- The space between frowns are like footsteps made to follow, sacred hollow,
- He said, ‘please believe that, minus leaves and greens,
- Between we and me is seed and tree,
- Gremlin in the cadence, trembling at the knees,
- Metal and the brake,
- Can’t be your withering woe, whining anchor or writing antlers,
- To inoculate under,
- Cascading rain or thunder,
- Buy now, pay to listen,
- Pagan vision, grave image, or paper scissors block to break and belittle,
- Stop gap take a listen,
- Lost captain sails coast and mission,
- Dog breath or crowd pleaser, god head with amnesia,
- Mock acting, upside down smiling, waistcoat wearing gibbon,
- To pet and make sound like something it isn’t.
- But I’ll be your clear of the ground, fear of the clouds,
- One mirror holding us dearer now.’
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He really does get across the inherently different way that people see things with this song. I wonder how many people will be subconsciously affected in the way that is so clearly intended here, as in many other works of art/literature. It gets across the excitement/realization of movement that comes with fully having worked out what humanity is in effect doing to itself as a whole.