Codename: Machine dream
original spoken word poetrya capella preview of
a forthcoming
release
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Hook:
Listen to the blasts as they come through the stereo
Be careful with the rhythm of the ruts that could bury you.
Machine dream gradually tragically coming through,
A tortoise shell ancient greed scheme manically shifts the hues.
Verse I:
Check in at the factory, now you know what to do:
Put the part on the conveyor connect the layers.
Some assembly required by the human vibrational construct,
This is our tribulation in which we're dumbstruck;
Mechanical gestation, it's more than just dumb luck.
We're sumstruck by the overwhelming dark morass.
Entangling fumes from the cemetery city of sewers,
The chill of the poison cellars of the drug brewers.
Sell the poison on the street like the proper stewards
Of the nightmare fallacy hell-symphony,
The endless grind that's effacing our sanity
Not outright but most intricately.
As long as it's complex it destroys us gently.
As long as it shines it strokes us mentally.
As long as we're rich then we'll stay happy
In the false smile of what's called luxury.
A luxurious poverty indeed...
When we're fully isolated crying out in need
Of something more authentic we crave connection:
It's still available to our quaint selection.
So when the next election comes around,
Just elect yourself and rebuild the town.
Hook:
(And don't forget to)
Listen to the blasts as they come through the stereo
Be careful with the rhythm of the ruts that could bury you.
Machine dream gradually tragically coming through,
A tortoise shell ancient greed scheme manically shifts the hues.
Verse II:
All those jagged torn up years—
Synthetic endorphins and alliances that morph into
opposites and friendly faces fade no longer kinship,
But I can remember when our love still felt limitless.
Serendipity our witness, ether our judge:
Solemn & playful expecting to consecrate our holy trudge
Through mountains, flatlands, and oceans of circumstance.
Scenery shifts, notions blip, phantasmagoric luminance.
Ruminating on choices, faded voices, song of sorrows and joy.
Escaping the rope loop trap ploy, made snap to rip,
Blat to trip, noise trick trigger levers, load the anvil to smash us
Unless we pass on rash decisions that could rend us:
It requires the wisdom to defend us. May we stay tuned in &
God willing our success will never end, not a threat but a surety.
Temptation can knock my door but it won't lure me.
Call me weird, call me quirky, but surely I'll be here
I'm just working, softly lurking, a ninja, & words are my shuriken.
Notes & acknowledgements
This piece is actually a rap written to
This track will be released in the upcoming days, so stay tuned! In the meantime, I figured I would record this more laid back, stripped down version to share with all of you. I want to reiterate how appreciative I am of all of your audienceship. Your constant encouragement and generous gifts help fuel me in my daily practice of creating pieces that expound upon different aspects of the mind-blowing reality which we inhabit. I could never list everyone who has supported me over the past seven months, but let me give some special thanks to a few of you. I apologize in advance for everyone I neglect to list: know that I still value you highly! I read every comment that comes through, even if I get distracted and fail to reply, and they mean a lot. Thank you, thank you, thank you!
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You are all awesome!!
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Written & spoken
by 
2/11/18
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with the art of
MacFixed
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2 — "Industrial"
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