cloudshouter general

how are you?

candy land cd-rom

wouldn't

fine

fuckin up

sometimes i don't wanna live
sometimes i forget how to talk
sometimes i don't know anything at all

but sometimes i talk to you
and sometimes you talk to me
and sometimes i know everything

i don't know how to try
but i will try for you
i don't know how to live
but i would die for you

sometimes (song for a first dance)

are you a statue?

(samples "nieces pieces" by xiu xiu)

statue

"up and down through what you thought would be your future
came a dark reminder of
what a rash and inconsistent fate you've had
loving your true self and your true love

clowne towne
no shelter
clowne towne
no anything
clowne towne
a single angel
clowne towne
no exit

your true father smashed his hands through the glass
and fell out of the privileged life of his dreams
your true love has drunk herself into not being able to pay rent
or keeping her own word to her own self

your true brother has betrayed you over and over
and looked you in the eye
your true self has become weak and alone and annoying
and a true ridiculous dumbass

clowne towne
revealing nothing
clowne towne 
a flock of coots
clowne towne 
a single angel
clowne towne
a big dumb kid

clowne towne
no shelter
clowne towne
no anything
clowne towne 
a single beauty
clowne towne
no exit"

written by jamie stewart/xiu xiu

clowne towne (xiu xiu)

another day is dead
while sweating through the bed
i tell you in my dream
"i miss what i don't see"

crucified and dumb
so when the day is done
i tell you in a dream
"i miss the way it was"

i'll never have enough
can't have it

repeating
this day can only frame my face in doubt
repeating
counting on my god to let me down

grandma plays the lottery but never wins and never will

i'll never have enough
can't have it

enough (grandma plays the lottery)

people are a plague and this change is such a chore
that i do not feel the need to be a body anymore
or feed on the remains of a dead and distant place
where a haircut can fit my face

mommy made me awake
in a place that can only hate me
mommy made beautiful babies
but first mommy made me

haircut (for mom)

the bluest of the sky 
is blurry, blurry, blurrier 
than all the blackest black of earth 
could be 

the ugly angels sing, "let me be, 
you know that i'm not like that" 

"i'm not like that," the ugly angels sing, 
"let me be"

let me be

i carved the clouds into my mouth 
into my never-ending 
nice clean pipe dream big talk big plan 
great wishlist centerpiece 

i think i can i think i can 
i think i'm bad at thinking 
i'll never die, no afterlife, 
just mediocrity 

no execution 
no deal is sealed 
no ending 

a plan is what i am

centerpiece

vocals/lyrics - IKWYAAYAN
production - RLg

IKWYAAYAN + RLg = ikwyRLg

end of sem

it's such a beautiful day 
the flowers are wilted 
along the walls 
to give me purpose 

it's such a beautiful day 
but you didn't notice 
and if you cry 
i wont feel sorry, just embarrassed on the surface 

it's a beautiful day 
and i'm not sorry 

a clown in the painting 
twenty years in the making 
it's a beautiful day 

it's such a beautiful day 
and i feel better 
staring at the ceiling 
than something living weighed down with feelings 

it's a beautiful day 
and i don't care

it's such a beautiful day

in a land where i speak
without me as an object
distracting from the concept
the burden of relief

in a land where i sleep
with no one in the contest
to ride the rising rocket
the burden of release

in a land where i see the green

green

i will always know you
you are where i came to be
and i will always hold you
close to me
i will always hear you
when you have nothing left to say
and i will always be near you
when it all seems so far away
i will always help you
when you're worn down and weak
and i will always tell you
we're not what we deserve to be
i will always need you
but you beg me to go
and i will always love you
more than you know

i will always know you
you are where i came to be

and i will always hold you
close to me

i will

i'm spitting at the sky
a paradigm that won't reply
a hollow human paradise
that holds me

i'm ditching the disguise
no heaven left to satisfy
no picture painted by the blind
and holy

i'm living in a line
to buy what wasn't advertised
the pulling of the parasite
that sold me

i'm spitting at the sky
a paradigm of my design
a box i built but can't defy
that holds me

(there was no gravity
i was floating
they stood me in front of a machine
i don't know what it was doing
all i remember is the weight of everything coming back to me
and then there's just a blur)

i'm ready to resign
perspective is a compromise
the little space between my eyes
is lonely

perspective - ikwyRLg

so long
seeds inside the stomach
sprouting towards the summit
they were sent from

so long
pit inside the pocket
rotting for the rocket
it abandoned

so long
flame beneath the furnace
that isn't even burning
at all

so long
time under the carpet
this rock that's ripe for harvest
so long

harvest - ikwyRLg

take one for the road

it's plentiful and perfect
and you didn't even earn it
to star in the show
take one for the road

it spirals through the center
but i'm not allowed to enter
this hell is my home
take one for the road

impure in its intention
unholy intervention
that only erodes
take one for the road

do you see me in the distance?

(i'm seeing so clearly in spite of the valley)

distance - ikwyRLg

investing 
in insect dreams
is overrated
expecting 
and introspecting
is so inflated
my backbone 
is so deflated
and all my cortisone 
is so belated

let me underground
let me under

cortisone - ikwyRLg

basking in silence
facing the music
every beginning
embracing its ending

ending - ikwyRLg

peach beam
glowing empty
gathering strength for the confrontation
extending an invitation
across every kingom

until i reach
the castle keep that holds you
beneath my feet, the opposition
channeling you position
it's me

peach beam

emaciated brain
what a tangle to be tamed
and what a dream
to be set wild
left spinning
left spinning
left spinning
left spinning

emaciated mind
stapled to the horrible marble in the sky
and what a dream
to be set wild
left spinning
left spinning
left spinning
left spinning

emaciated brain
what a tangle to be tamed

tangle

seperation 
from external expectations
and suggestions 
to direct me
now they don't even tempt me 
for a moment
i don't know me
to be open
thinking empty
i don't know me
to be open
to be open

opening theme

a sudden strike of unstoppable force
as anything other than an immovable object
these feeble feet flee often
my feeble feet flee so often

said the movable object

all i am: 20,000 years in wait
this time the drifting of the plate feels a little too insane
i can't help being who i am
but i can't help hating who i am all the same
20,000 years in wait
this time the drifting of the plate feels a little too insane
i can't help being who i am this time
i can't help being who i am

20,000 years in wait

predetermined rising action
what will happen when it falls?

i would like a word or two or three
with the watchers of the ones that watch me
why should i throw a fit like this
for the millionth fucking time?

a word or two or three with the watchers of the ones that watch me

disconnection

you're only meat like me
don't you feel silly when you speak?
i feel so silly
are you unwilling
to see what you won't greet
don't you feel silly in retreat?
don't you feel silly?
don't you feel silly?

you're only meat like me
don't you feel silly when you speak?
i feel so silly
are you unwilling
to see what you won't greet
don't you feel silly in retreat?
don't you feel silly?
don't you feel silly?

disconnection

meat like me, don't you feel silly?

talking to me like i am stupid
talking to me across the ever-present information 
pool

only in seconds
suddenly present

talking to me through new linguistics 
talking to me about your marble notebook dripping incomplete 

diseased and dented
your foul invention

pool

new linguistics

do you hate my bubblegum sculpture?
do you hate these abrasive tendencies?
do you hate that i hate the whole earth?
do you hate what you see, do you hate what you see?

do you hate my naive dedication?
do you hate all my cartoon fantasies?
do you hate this separation?
do you hate what you see, do you hate what you see?

do you hate this mess i've presented?
do you hate that i feel resentment too?
do you hate that my tongue is erected and
sharp enough to cut through you right now?

do you hate my bubblegum sculpture?

ikwyaayan

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