Every Day Is Hell by Citizen Scientist
citisci.bandcamp.com/album/day
Little Sisyphus | CS319

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Every Day Is Hell

https://towersdistant.bandcamp.com/album/total-zone

This is a remix of "II" by Total Zones, electroacoustic music primarily made with a no-input mixing board.

Every sound in this remix started with that track, including all of the percussion, synths, etc. The main synth chords were made by isolating, tuning, layering and resampling the feedback in the original recording.

Thanks to Total Zones for the inspiration!

Nora Nygard: Production / Remix / Mastering / Graphic Design

Produced 1-3 July 2022.

Little Sisyphus | NN034

Read production notes here: https://rateyourmusic.com/list/NoraNygard/remixes-i-gone-and-done/

Total Zones — “II” (Nora Nygard Remix)

I Never Wanna Leave

After the Show

I can't stand on the edge and lie
I can't handle the way you shotgun the sky

when I drive back to the cities
it feels like a suicide
I can see my failures
in the skyscraper’s shine

driving naked through the summer
burning sweat all over me
I walk down to the ocean
I wash myself clean, I wash myself clean

I felt every word in the water
sleeping in the strawberries
if you look close enough
I am a factory
the shark can smell your lips
like weaving pikas upon Titus
shake me by my shoulders
love me as the morning cuts

I wanna harness the power of the sun
I wanna apologize for everything I’ve done
I wasted my life
I hurt you
I’ve been really dumb

I can't believe this year
was anything more than an anomaly
a dick is just an object
haunted daydreams and memories
safety pins in socks
lavender my cummy clothes
little in the laundry basket
underwear on the road

shadow people stroke my veins
magic stacked like dirty plates
smokes and suffocates
I’ve seen things in the sky I can’t explain

when I drive back to the cities
it feels like a suicide
gasoline kills me
gasoline keeps me alive

I can't stand on the stage and lie
I can't handle the way you shotgun the sky
I can't stand on the stage and lie and lie and lie

I don’t remember your face
I put my hand through glass and
scream up on the mountain
I miss what I've forgotten

I tried to talk. I tried to be friendly. Contacts and networking. It’s Saturday. I’m stalling for time eating a blueberry muffin. There’s no reason for me to hurry home. I’m nervous, I can feel disaster. The moon is up. It’s as hot as those summer nights at the lake as a kid: humid, sticky, you’d lay in your tent wishing you could fall asleep but all you could do was sweat. I wash behind my ears. Floating geese and clouds. Weeping children, pain in my legs. There needs to be a better way for us to keep ourselves healthy. The meadows stolen, the fireworks in the church bells. Most of the street lamps are burned out, including the one we’re parked under. There’s barely any light pollution. We can look up and see the stars. We trade watch duties. One of us keeps an eye on the car while the other turns their head and stardreams. I imagine the usual things: Are there aliens out there? How big is infinity? Is the universe meaningless? Are UFOs from another planet or are they all CIA? How many relationships have I fucked up during my lifetime? My high-definition television showed up at my house yesterday and I opened it and instead there was a high-powered rifle. I watch the car. He worked in the steel industry. It was good steel, affordable steel. The company was partially responsible for the Flood. But back to making friends, it’s necessary for business. I know that you try to find numbers and patterns in the universe, that you find solace when you think you've found order, that it soothes you. It will let you down in the end. You will slip into the abyss, a crisis of allergies and mesh surgery. To ensure that you get paid, please kill the man slowly and in an avant-garde fashion. Include the invoices. Email is not an option. Feel free to call.

fate
wide-eyed and late
I miss you
forever and soon

it's beautiful out here
dark in the dawn
I did wrong once
I'll do it again

get in the ocean 
goodbye kiss
I don’t know why
but I wake up in panic

you’re the light of my life
why would you do this?
I can’t stand on the road
in your breath and secrets

the wilderness
is a funeral on your body
to be ready for everything
you must be happy

I don’t want to watch
your final moments
I want to pretend
you’ve awakened from your coma

baby I told you
I'll fall right through
the sky you shoot
I told you, I told you

it's dark in the dawn
and reality is near
that universe is gone
and this one is here

—

Produced in the Vampire Castle by Nora Nygard.

Little Sisyphus | NN040

Shotgun the Sky

The Ghosts Beneath Our Feet

I'm Gay

Every Other Note

https://noranygard.bandcamp.com/album/the-ghosts-beneath-our-feet

you spent your first year gone inside electricity
flying through Mom, knocking her off her feet
what did you do to my throat?
whispering my name in my ear like a ghost

boys I can smell the salt
we must be so close
the fog in Port Orford
like a veil of smoke

age of action in a big red van
we couldn’t go any further west if we tried
I know I seem like I’m somewhere else
but you’re the only reason I’m left alive

the blood borders the flame 
gasoline your hands soak and wring and shake
a desperate head with eyes erased
turned in you speak yourself goodbye reverberate

when I look into water I see God
if we’re made in your image then why not

small rewards for staying alive
faders & peace. Flint in their teeth
I’ve spent thousands of hours of this life of mine
in dresses in my sleep

it’s been ten years since I've seen you
now you’re younger than me, you couldn't understand why
why I had taken so long to come visit
you didn’t know you’d died

the sky wisps underneath itself
small voices out the window
pizza and beer on the lawn
I wanna be a mom

I always dreamed of dying by the ocean
in the grass by the edge of a cliff
sit with the clear blue sky
take my dose and sink

when you are alone
when you are in pain
you can hear me in the wind
you can feel me in the rain

Dad slept right by your crib
little lungs wheezing out and in
she walked on water that Wednesday
I held her foot until we flooded the stage

this is where we sat and watched
as the thunderstorm rolled in
but you were alone
yeah I was alone
and maybe that’s the only way I could ever be happy

I’m not here. Everything is a dream. The present doesn’t exist. I don’t recognize my hands, legs, face, or voice as my own. My vision is blurry. I don’t hear or see things normally. Everything is hazy. I blank out. I’m not here. I blank out. I’m not here.

serving size fireball in the dirt outside the church.
when you kill the rabbit you become the curse.
I wanna leave but I can’t god dammit.
he takes off my clothes and tells me it’s magic.

at thirteen years, I could tell that you knew
is this the last time I’ll be seeing you?
I could feel the love in your eyes
I know it hurts. I want you to be alright

sweet angel, do you remember how you had to leave
the basement where you sank below my feet
the vomit and the pain and the shit on the bed
wherever you are now, I hope you can forget

my hands are dripping with empty answers
the summer after fell like a ransom
we’re all so lonesome in your kingdom
I can’t feel anything

when you are alone
when you are in pain
I can hear you in the wind
I can feel you in the rain

washed in golden light, I watch you
disappear down the storm drain
burn you away in the middle of your lake
damned to dream of your face

—

Produced in the Vampire Castle by Nora Nygard.

Little Sisyphus | NN039

Rain

http://mbmbam.libsyn.com/mbmbam-475-edchup

https://digitalcollections.nypl.org/items/1f9becb0-0b11-0134-a010-00505686a51c

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