the song it's really good, this doesn't have anything to do, but my native lang is not english, so i thought abattoir was a fancy song, then i look up the meaning

I'm never me at any second but my fate is ordained \\ the recognition of the admission that it's not mine to explain \\ the power of love is not here nor there but without faith to retain \\ it's all on the floor to take where I am but only to remain

I see you now, falling from the sky..
You grasp at stars, hopeless as you cry.

Is it really worth it, though? to wipe away the tears?
broken and frayed, seams appear.

Light fills the air. Hold on tight if you care to breathe.
You cast your heart down the stream. Fading fast when you part your dreams.

I know it's real.
At least for the moment, it's clear: I am here.

The sun cuts through.
My hindsight is tragic it seems, first sunbeam.

Pebblmatics

a lizard ballad abt passion at all costs!!! 🪂💥
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art by vessel3

push me over
fallin out ur airplane
fallin w noooo parachute!!!
clouds whip past me
losing all my oxygen
feel the crash
it's coming soon...

soon!!!!!!!

im finding my peace now
40000 ft to gooo
kinda love to feel the breeze!!!
🦎🦎🦎 ( lalaalaaalaaa~ )
so PUSH me over 
fallin outCHA airplaAAane
feel the crash
it's coming soon....

soon!!!!
(waiting till i hit the ground one day...)

there's something in the air...
something in the air...
it's not fair

it's all up in the air...
all up in the air
it's not fair
🦎🦎🦎 ( bah-babaaa-bahbaaaa )

SEE!!!!!
i know u got a lot of shit goin on in ur life
BUT!!!!
thought i could be one of the good things!
a shoulder to cry on orrr
something to do when ur bored LIKEEEE

... never was 
🦎🦎🦎 ( awoo awoo... )

NO PARACHUTE

THE SPORES HAVE MADE IT TO MARS
THE SPORES HAVE MADE IT TO MARS

previous versions:
V51: https://on.soundcloud.com/HkuHAZEpsRtPvoQ47
V36: https://on.soundcloud.com/g1ee7JdcMdGYYiv98
V27: https://on.soundcloud.com/VTWWzcsCTMydAz6QA
V15: https://on.soundcloud.com/ivXo6oR11crzraiVA
V12: https://on.soundcloud.com/UY2PyDycc8cmTgRi7
V8: https://on.soundcloud.com/LxvieDXtbdWMkWE76
V4: https://on.soundcloud.com/CGitzuUXd8fnWncP9
V2: https://on.soundcloud.com/8QG8L9xoV5kGgsom8

somnigraph

How deep does it go? Make a kind incision.
Draw a sigil with my index finger in division
Of your wings in a gentle attack
From the nape of your neck to the small of your back.
Electricity. The spark inside your spinal column
Make you quiet as the atmosphere has sanctified and sound is solemn.
And I recall em from the time of regret.
You can call me your servant. You can call me your pet.

And you can savour the truest way to love they neighbour.
Succumb Divinity, insinuate you love they labour.
I saw a vision of conspiring fates
In the shapes that make up your beautiful face.
There's no percentage or residential benefits
Or real way to quantify the overwhelming evidence
That the severance from entropy leads to the station
Of pleasant forms of sensory deprivation.

No more relief. Relief's not needed.
Satisfied with the sway of the space.
When you're stroking my hair with your hand on my waist. Love it.
All thoughts and movements are correct.
Many times when I felt misaligned.
I was waiting for you. I was outta my mind.

Little black camisole. Ankle socks. Petticoat.
Medical manacles, cannibal pentacles, honeycomb.
Money gone stockings. Chemical sentinel walking.
No need to talk but a mental will to stop watching.
In the comical, experience the serious.
I want it dominant. I want imperious.
I want authority's hand. I want your governance.
I am the coveted. You're the covetous.

Limited hours. Devour your stimulants now for intimate powers.
Allow your sentiment down. No cynical flowers. 
No cowering. Elegant.
Trace the lines of the dour to the roots of your skeleton.
And now we're dead again. What's the etiquette?
Are we mannequins? Are we feminine?
Doesn't matter 'cause I feel no need for penitence.
Another renaissance. Another specimen
______________
Samples 
1. Dvořák, Symphony No. 9, Conducted by Georg Solti for the Chicago Symphony Orchestra. London Records.

Sigil

Had a hard time knowing who to trust.
I starved myself of human touch.
Thought my soul was high above this.
I've had enough of being loveless.

I feel the lust. I feel the hum.
Of a thousand imaginary voices pleading me to cum.
I gotta be polite. Gotta do my best.
Spend a lifetime getting all their notes, fulfilling their requests.

Letting all the ghosts in. 
Playing host to a universal motion.
Hears the waves of the ecto-ocean 
Water lapping up your soul's devotion.
"Never gonna hurt her."
Whisper ghosts to reassure her.
"We're not gonna murder,
Our favourite public pervert."

Feeling like Scheherazade.
Another tale for a punitive demigod.
Living Necronomicon.
Staving off death by making up phenomena.
For the entertainment 
Of a brainless, hateful audience of satans. SATANS!
Make another statement.
You don't wanna end up in their basement.

Long time flipping for the freedom I seek.
We inherit the meek as the earth rejects.
Long time thinking your demeanour was weak
But submissive mystique is one that protects.
It's a feeling you get when you never regret
When they burn your neck with a cigarette.
It's a ziggurat. Where the temples at.
Now shut your fucking mouth and grab my ass.

Give me your possession. Obliterate my body as a true confession.
I am but a vessel for the machinations of your devils.

I'm never me at any second but my fate is ordained.
How can the voice of death beckon when no ego remains?
When you're everybody else I thought that I could be not I.
I'm not alive so I thought I could never really die.

Chemical dependence. 
I'm an animal serving her sentence.
Never think about descendants. 
It exacerbates existing tensions.
You can still eliminate
Egoless entities, making them assimilate. 
And the chemical will levitate.
It separates, forms a precipitate. 

Causality's hand is vicious.
Couldn't escape the incidental wishes.
Acidic hiss from caustic kisses
Of a cosmic stalker who reminisces
Of a back and forth, of a gentle business,
in the mental physics of an avatar.
It's an abattoir. Not your decisions
But the odd incisions of the butcher's art.

It's the butcher's heart. It's the comedy.
When they're taking it apart for economies. 
It's an honour common on the daughter's coffin.
Often primadonna's offer freedom on this. Thoughtless.

On and off in your subconscious.
Haunted housewife, softened convict.
On the outside, doubt you're dauntless
But in the interior, fear the process.

SAMPLES
1. You Boy, Carol Anderson, 7" Single (1972)
2. Eastside Verse Drums, Garageband Loop
3. He Was a Big Freak, Betty Davis, They Say I'm Different (1974)
4. Scheherazade, Rimsky-Korsakov, Detroit Symphony (2024)
5. Sweat Loaf, Butthole Surfers, Locust Abortion Technician (1987)
6. Something, The Beatles, Abbey Road (1969)
7. Halber Mensch, Einstürzende Neubauten, Halber Mensch (1985)

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

Special artwork created for my "Cyber ​​Rush 95" track, 
which I composed for the multi-artist compilation album "Ravology" by JakeStarGames
https://jakestar.bandcamp.com/album/ravology

Thank you so much for this opportunity. It was pure fun!!!😊✨
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M08QsofXKVk

Cyber Rush 95

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

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