Pachinko 2

CAROUSEL FROM HELL

LOTHARIO

EXES

Irreverent, never could be solemn.
Anger wasn't T. Turns out it was a me problem.
Was an A, tried to put me in the B column.
See the writing on my head? I'm a she-golem.

A single letter makes the Emet, Meth.
The jagged ink lines between truth and death.
If the word's impure, you won't heed the lesson.
Watch your body seek acceptance as a permanent weapon.

I bore witness to infernos raging out on the plain.
And I focused them down to a little blue flame.
And I use the little flame to assign what I feel
To a little blue blade that can cut through steel.

And abominations fall beneath my even temper.
Will you seek redemption or redeem the center
Of esteemed assenters? Will you seek the answer?
Let the little blue blade cut out the cancer.

Sovereignty, commonly assigned to big drama.
Devilish ghosts designed to eat up.
Think the motherfucker metaphysics pause inside the big comma.
Servile silence must be corrupt.

Wanna take em by the jugular, lay em flat
In the six positions on the ugly mat.
Take a baseball bat and with six collisions,
Smug precision, take your vision back.

And I saw the little Gods that reside in the earth.
And I suddenly knew what the focus was worth.
And sympathy's sweat from divine directors
Rendered little ol me these Gods' protector.

And abominations fall beneath my even temper.
Will you seek redemption or redeem the center
Of esteemed assenters? Will you seek the answer?
Let the little blue blade cut out the cancer.

Samples:
1. Glass Onion, The Beatles 
2. Vitamin C, Can
3. 74-75, Sonny Sharrock
4. Enter the Dragon, Bruce Lee
5. Verklärte Nacht, Arnold Schoenberg

Little Blue Blade

Had a jacket hadn't put on in a long time.
Seam stuck out and headed down the wrong line
To a pocket where I knew that I had got mine
Once the sun's eye blotted out the thoughtcrime.

I found a lighter in the depts of the jacket pocket.
A soul delivered in the mask of a plastic object.
Had to bask in the terror of the drastic project
Of forgetting all the brass I saw within your logic.

But I remember this lighter and the cigarette
When you tried to quit.
You're always trying to quit. 
But this final dart, would be the end of it.

Next day I saw you hack a few on Queen Street.
Walked up with my stupid little mean streak.
You looked sheepish and you asked "Do you hate me?"
I laughed a trace and I said "not lately."

I asked you if you want your lighter for your pleasure burden.
You said "it's a gift. you need it bitch. I know you're hurtin"
We stood in silence in the frigid cold death weather.
Then I bummed another dart and we smoked together.

I think that must have been three four years ago,
The time I knew you for a microcosmic miracle.
Echoic seering my mind of the serial
Tapestry scraps scrolling past as your burial.

Saw your body embalmed in a small space.
Saw your mug made up like a doll's face.
It made me nauseous and nostalgic in the wrong ways.
I had to con myself calm into a false grace.

Your parents asked if I thought that you had really suffered.
I said "I didn't know enough about your lovely daughter."
And I don't know if there's an afterlife or kindly God or
Sign that e can point to that - and then I stuttered.

I saw the answer I was giving them was devastating.
So I said 'No," but this answer wasn't placating.
Three seconds felt eons as I kept them waiting.
For reassurance they succeeded in their child-raising.

And in a panic, blurted out that she would always get
A bit erratic but emphatically get over it.
This just made your crying mother more upset.
She said "guess she didn't love us more than she loved death."

Three millisecond trek into something cosmic.
Had a beautiful life, but then I went and lost it.
Memory bank starved for fresh deposits.
Put the old jacket back in the death closet.

Samples:
1. Angels and Demons at Play, Sun Ra, Angels and Demons at Play (1965)
2. The Big Sleep, (1946)
3. That's How I Feel, Sun Ra, Lanquidity (1978)
4. Klankbeeld, Medium local traffic 02 161003_1004.wav, Freesound (2016)
5. Frank Sinatra, It Was a Very Good Year, September of my Years (1965)
6. Hedonfire, River, birds, distant loon, Freesound (2022)

I Don't Hate You

Lyrics

Thought the rage would subside as my soul grew older.
Thought my age would surprise me with a little closure.
Like a sage, I was paid in fire, solar exposure.
At this stage, they're conspiring to make me a soldier.

Thought the fighting had all but ceased. The calm disease,
Ill-gotten peace. You're on your knees. The domineering colonies
Have not decreased. Your enemies are commandeering
All the beasts. You're deceased.

You can sense it now. Your defence is down.
It's offensive how how what the rest allows
Is the festering present in midwestern towns.
Is the severing endeavour of resentful crowns.

Private equity wanna mess with me
So incessantly cause I'm peasantry.
Tired of pardoning the liars so pleasantly.
Agony in the Garden of Gethsemane.

Mother, if you can let this cup pass me by.
Nevertheless let it be as you would have it, not I.
If the cup cannot pass and the water were to think it,
Thy will be done, now the daughter has to drink it.

I beg you Holy Spirit, won't you give me reassurance?
My nervousness must hear it, the eternal reoccurrence. 
Please cure me of the fear. It won't inure me to the world's burdens.
Let the girl be clear of her role as an infernal servant. Earn it!

Who's the governing authority? Is the policy official?
Is the mother of the allegory truly sacrificial?
Her othering sorority discovers interstitials.
Like All Witches, L.A.W. are my initials. Missiles!

Will you earn respect if you resurrect? 
Are you concerned your death cannot secure the debt?
Are the benefits of murdering you indirect?
Enough time spent in penitence to second guess.

And you complacency replaced with agency.
No more of Wait-and-See, of warming Satan's seat.
You accelerate the pace. No more latency.
Thank fuckin' God you have forsaken me.

Mother, if you can let this cup pass me by.
Nevertheless let it be as you would have it, not I.
If the cup cannot pass and the water were to think it,
Thy will be done, now the daughter has to drink it.

Samples:
1. "Be Water, My Friend," Bruce Lee, Pierre Berton Interview (1971)
2. (In My) Solitude, Billie Holiday, Billie Holiday Sings (1952)
3. 1,000 Deaths, D'Angelo and the Vanguard, Black Messiah (2014)
4. Freddie's Dead, Curtis Mayfield, Superfly (1972)
5. Ethel Beatty, I Know You Care, 7" Single (1981)
6. Alto Glide, Hawkshaw, Brian Bennett, Woolley & Feltham, kpm Music Recorded Library (1974)

Let This Cup Pass Me By

Lyrics

Summon a sentience from an abundance of emptiness.
No connectivity. Honestly common for solemn proclivities.
Had an epiphany - visions of enemies burning in effigy.
Feel like Persephone, taken away to a place that's not meant for me.
Or like a Kennedy, not 'cause I'm powerful,
'Cause I'll die violently. Make a devouring mother
A towering figure and silently practice your cowering
In a calamity. How are you sleeping?
Are you not grieving for a lost innocence, one you exchanged for a feeling of eminence?

I hate your money, your glamour, your opulence,
Moron's Extravagance, garbage aesthetic of wealth.
Mediocrity hides in the spectacle. Substanceless posturing. 
Can't wait to see you in Hell.

Steely austerity hiding the scavenger of moral clarity.
I hate your charity. I wouldn't need it if not for disparities
You manufactured for parody's pleasure-bound measures to hound and embarrass me.
No aristocracy goes without saying "please pity me.
Please, it's not enough that I covet it. Please, I need to be so beloved that
Seas part for my infernal covenant. Suffering's something that I can relieve.
Look at my teeth. Weep for the predator given the task of humanity's editor,
Senator's son, generous creditor. Why can't you love me for morsels I leave?

Samples

1. Man from Tanganyika, McCoy Tyner, Tender Moments (1968)
2. Solo Voice and Electronics, Pamela Z, Live Performance (November 19, 2017)
3. Heliocentric, Sun Ra, The Heliocentric Worlds of Sun Ra, Volume One (1965)



Can't Wait to See You in Hell

Lyrics

They wanna be an old stone building in the middle of a city that's failing.
They wanna have a lasting feeling, eternity, all-maintaining.
Abstaining from my sustenance, us and them discussing what's the otherness.
Explaining what's enough of this blood you stoke into the stone of nothingness.

The comedy's hand receives you, takes the land you need beneath you.
See the man? He will deceive you. Get into his limousine's evil preview.
It's a vision of death where you're him or you're out. 
Bloody stone building with a leech's mouth.
To each his doubt, but you'll see the devil's evidence
In the catacomb home of his edifice.

Gotta hit 'em with the E.D.E. Said Everybody Dies Eventually
Gotta hit 'em with the E.D.E. Said Everybody Dies Eventually

Abomination's common empathy takes the prominent, marks their entropy.
Make another combination for your enemy, helping their cause for wealth and sovereignty.
Cancerous bone growing into girders. Cadillac cracked catalytic converters.
Glass upon glass, carcinogen intimate. Condominium class gets acquitted of murder.

Hey man, look at how I'm changing. Your little investment aging.
Flesh spectacle rearranging. Doubt I'm the only house you're staging.
I got time in the wall and I'm swimming the gap
In the cavernous call of the chemical cap.
It's a criminal act when you think you're the back of the guy.
Twin peak when you seek another Gemini.

Gotta hit 'em with the E.D.E. Said Everybody Dies Eventually
Gotta hit 'em with the E.D.E. Said Everybody Dies Eventually

Mutational sprouting mechanical veins. Animal brain pays multinational
Syndicate statutes to vindicate ashes, to barter the actual, ration the rational.
Where is the passion? That which is fashionable
Gets you some swag that is actionable. 
Stashing the whole bag that you grabbed now you're holding the cash that they stole.

Bashing the ball with a bat and a chain standing out in the rain an your hear causes steam
To erupt from your body with red incandescence. You're closing your eyelids,
The violent machine.

Blood that's a mixture of carbon and silicon. Harbinger's dilettante Dillinger debutante,
She's coming out with her skeletal vagabond. Can't you tell that the man is just Abaddon?

He appears as a swarm of locusts. Takes your form and takes your focus.
He's a joker that's kinda jokeless, Fakes some smoke and leaves you hopeless.
All the little vermin feed. They're dividing the host and they're guiding her ghost
To a terminal post up inside of a corpse with the carrion flies.
Take an inch in the side of the Prince of Lies.

With the modular insects customize. All the chemicals converting into silica.
You pain will come to pass as stained glass in St. Peter's Basilica.
You stop your shrieking. Your organs lurch.
They make the church. You're Notre Dame.
Make a life as a bourgeois housewife.
Tu deviens la femme maison.

Samples:
1. Taipei Construction Hammer, ilmari_freesound, Freesound (2022)
2. Conform, Siege, Drop Dead (1984)
3. Ole Man Trouble, Otis Redding, Otis Blue (1965)
4. Everyday, Buddy Holly, Single (1957)
5. Leon Theremin Playing his own Instrument (sourced from Youtube)

E.D.E. (Everybody Dies Eventually)

Ghost On The Wind

decided to remove (most of) the ear splitting sound effects from this neat lil track then make a loop for ur listening pleasure

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if desired i will happily remove this at pilotredsun's request

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Can't Wait to See You in Hell

Anechka The Rabbit