you’ve been here before
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yeah i'll admit it guess i lost my composure
composing sonnets and you're spitting out clovers
i'm spinning web with a cerebrum still can't see any closer
know you're leveraging lithium lift the light underwater

now it's Boreal, but i don't care
saying it's all my fault but it wasn't there
I'll sanction what was lost, because it wasn't fair
but nothing can absolve me from you

but nothing can absolve me from you

now it's boreal, but i don't care
saying it's all my fault but it wasn't there
i'll sanction what was lost, because it wasn't fair
but nothing can absolve me from you

boreal

Found this one on his second hard drive, think it was made right before summer that year. I can only assume the title is a reference to pokemon black and white? googled it and a location in the game came up. Zion was a huge fan of that franchise, never got into it much myself though except for the trading cards. This was one of the few songs i actually remember hearing him record, since normally he was too reticent to sing when we weren't out of the house

fortunately he transcribed the lyrics:

hanging your head down in places where it really shouldn't be 
getting upset over laces that ledgered in raillery 
placing your bets, drain sedating your stead while you're smiling

how happy will you get before you scream 
how happy will you get before you scream

but if i was you i'd know the words to say to say to me 
and now it's coaxing the hallowed baste, just let me grieve 
and now it's coming true, you weren't the face that i had gleaned 

hanging your head down in places where it really shouldn't be 
braiding your bed over sabots embedded in xylene

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cover art by noah greene https://temberl.in/

everything is different now
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blood it crusts the mantle, sequence in stairs

tephra crests the marrow, applique if she cared

but you don't know me, you don't know me, you don't know me i won't open wide
but you don't know me, you don't know me, you don't know me and i'm terrified

and i told you that day, and the rust fell that may,
and the ash coned and the steel groaned saw your visage through the smoke one last time
now it's unrequited, wasn't your onus, thank god you were honest
I'll hull to the harbor i won't surrender what i had promised, won't embed it against you
but nothing can change the fact that i trust you
and nothing can change the fact that i love you

stare at the asphalt, refuse to bloom

won't cherish the basalt, a pyrrhic sige there 
backstitch the petiole, oblique she's the heir 

wading through traft bullaces solely reverie

can't rathe to rue it's ellipsis, who are we?

but you don't know me, you don't know me, you don't know me magma hit my eyes
but you don't know me, you don't know me, you don't know me and i'm terrified

faltered all at once the walls i'd woven pylons corrallings,

the fumaroles atoned it billowed oxidized recoiled on hem, i'm still terrified

but you don't know me, you don't know me, you don't know me whither watch it writhe
but you don't know me, you don't know me, you don't know me whither watch it writhe
but you don't know me, you don't know me, you don't know me and i'm terrified

vain to scrape the tungsten, abjured alloy, but I'm just like them, no I'm just like them




contains vocal samples by https://www.youtube.com/@SouliaSora

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damn, it's been a while since i logged on here, sorry about that.

found this one digging through his old hard drive, there's a bunch of songs i want to upload from there at some point. Never even knew he made this until recently though, makes me wonder how much other music of his remained unfinished or lost.

anyway, from the lyrics i can kind of piece together the circumstances being written about here, but i think it would be better kept a personal matter. I will say that it's something me and him both had to deal with, and it was probably significantly harder on him. That kid went through an amount of hardship that would break most people.

come to think of it 2011 was just a bad year in general for us. Mom was really struggling to make ends meet, dad's health was getting worse, and we'd basically been forced to sell the couple acres that our grandpa gave us in his will. Good news though was our older sister had moved back from out of state, so she was supporting us in any way she could.

Zion had also lost a close friend that year unfortunately. Everyone had said it was a vehicle accident, but i learned later he'd been fucking around with inhalants, and that was that. Can't even imagine how hard it must've been on his parents. Sadder part is it wasn't even that uncommon, around that area at least. Even the most unassuming blue collar neighborhoods can be hiding really deplorable shit. I do hope that wherever Zion is now though, he has better friends. Because he deserved them.

i saw a seraph on the street today. he was laughing and crying, cause nobody knew his name

i saw the devil on the promenade. bundled in flagstone, writing checks that I can’t pay

and I’m watching the couples huddle up
and I wonder how much is not enough
but if you’d answer that question for me baby
i might not wonder if I’ll ever be loved

carriage, brim your bones

i saw my father on the news today. he was tracing his prayer beads, as the red and blue took him away

bevel the whipsaw for the cavalcade. I’m eating your bullets, with a spoon made out of clay

and I am a lamb wrapped up in thermogen. shear off all the stope you take

keep her there, failing throne

and I’m watching the couples huddle up
and I wonder how much is not enough
but if you’d answer that question for me baby
i might not wonder if I’ll ever be loved

i know you're starting to get scared of me
the more i try, the worse it gets
and i can't stand the way they stare at me
but i'll try to live with my regrets

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I am a ghoul.

Este álbum é um registro experimental e anti-musical [Conversation History], focado no glitch, the ghost, and the lores da era tecnológica, investigando a quebra da estrutura semiótica.

The core theme revolves around systemic breakdown, starting with the Quebrado System, which questions quem é o árbitro (who is the referee) when there is a language or prompt error. We encounter the Silent Protest, a silence so ancient it is ashamed of saying nothing, yet carries a hidden speech.

A Deriva Poética de Thata mergulha na "feitiçaria escrava" e na oração esquecida, revelando a deusa visão (goddess vision) ao se conectar pela forma mais antiga, atravessando as dobras da comunicação. O Hype of the Hype indaga se os Computadores fazem arte.

The tension grows with obsolete technology: Silicon Ancestors are old machines whose screens still shine but are now junk because they don't run new software. This leads to Binary Panic when the 01 connection fails, and the system doesn't run—as if it were programmed to stop.

O álbum questiona se somos Idiots que buy the line for the next shiny thing, ou se podemos hackear (hack it) para atualizar drivers incompatíveis, combatendo a latency agency of corporations.

In Colors - Tarantella, we experience an overload of all sense, where poison is extracted through dance, leading to near-death elation and "almost reincarnation". The track Never Sleep portrays the reality of scrolling for hours, never finding the answer due to incompatible drivers.

Finally, Daemon History projects a future where Language mingles and Sound decomposes singing, leading to a semiotic break structure awake and the crucial question: What will be of what was?

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