Look upon all the barbarous men
They cannot know and they cannot be.
Ignorant sentiments from the bottomless pens
Of restraint and tradition and boundaries
Abounding in circles of decomposition.
They make themselves protozoa
Looking back I finally see,
Everyone else was wrong but me
Let’s start a movement, let’s all agree
The first real shift must start with me

Let’s start a rising
Let’s make a shift
Let’s be the first real people to live.

Look upon all these blundering libertines
They reject the founding of human existence
They foster a luster of dissatisfaction
And make themselves hunger for newer-than-this and they
Stomp on the ground just to feel the Earth shake
Their sadism curdles our being and life
Looking now I finally see,
Everyone else was wrong but me
Let’s start a movement, let’s all agree
The first real shift must start with me

Let’s start a rising
Let’s make a shift
Let’s be the first real people to live.

DOES THE MADNESS ESCAPE YOU?
CIRCULAR AND TORTUROUS.
SHIFT UPON SHIFT UPON SHIFT UPON SHIFT


Day 6- Shift (full)

Can I can your canticles, cat?

This is how I imagine cats conversing apparently: with out of tune me voices :)

Day 7- From One Cat to Another

headphones or good speakers required for maximum undulation!

Day 8-Brown on Green (or that feeling you get when everything stops and the wind is IN)

so I haven't posted in a while due to finals and general stress-inducing life things. However, I plan on making up the lost time, so here are the tracks from Days 9, 10, 11 (protest, lullaby, and non-specific), presented in one three-part song. Look out for days 12 and 13 asap!

Oscillaton Suite
I.
I can’t stand it
I can’t bear your incessant penchant
For speaking certainly of things uncertain
With such panache and misappropriated passion,
And even such humanity!
You sicken me, you false proclaimant.
How can you be content to drill yourself and others
Down into nothing
By propping yourself up
And naturalizing you own, pathetic experiences.

By the way, I am completely, and horrifically aware of the hypocrisy in which I am indulging by making a certain case against certainty. However, there’s something unfathomably dark going on here, and I find myself

Unfuckingable to reconcile why
You can be so sure of the truth with no lie
Undeniably, your falsity has been exposed before,
So how come this is different?
What changed and what for?

STOP 
You’re tearing me apart
Your forcing singularity into a multifaceted heart.
STOP
Thou stifling I
And everytime it happens, you can see
The reason why we die.

Just because something has happened to you
Doesn’t make up any reason why your thoughts are now true
Have you read a fucking novel?
Can’t you see there’s no ending
Of the multivoicEd parables in which we’re descending,
How can you possibly enslave yourself
To the bottomless and cyclical homogenous shelf-end
Of our reasonings and cryings out into the abyss,
With unknowning eyes you turn life-blood to piss.

STOP 
You’re tearing me apart
Your forcing singularity into a multifaceted heart.
STOP
Thou stifling I
And everytime it happens, you can see
The reason why we die.

You have to know that there’s something else
In the very cry of your bones,
You have to know
You have to know what you don’t know.

II.
Relax,
Let the knowledge flow out of your tendons
Let the tension flow out of your knowledge
“Shantih, Shantih, Shantih.”

III. 
Vocables of Joy






Days 9, 10, 11- Oscillation Suite

Day 12- Unto

Ode to Romantic-era piano and sexy jazz :) Matt discovered a reverse parallel between the melodies and we decided to juxtapose them! (p.s. don't think I forgot about days 13 and 14!)

Day 15-Eusebius Takes Five (featuring Matt Needles on Alto Saxophone)

14 and 16 are still coming :)

Your fear drowns your potential.

Day 13- Lost Cause (featuring Allyse Corbin)

This song has lyrics borrowed from a Serj Tankian poem ("The Incandescent Pause") that really moved me. This song is also derived from a quote that I read in Guitar Center once that said "Innovate, don't emulate." My perplexity toward this attitude has solidified into a single phrase that I've used a bunch of time in poems and possible songs, but it finally comes out here.

You could say that this song has the rumblings of Musical Universalism,
or you could not.

"I want to hear with the ears of a minstrel,
Identifying noises and sounds as colors on
The canvas of the moment.
Unresolved notes could be pretty in retrospect
When looked upon from the incandescent pause!"

Innovation and emulation are coexistent writing styles.

Beardgyle

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