Written by 88thparallel
Narrated by Ohlooktheresabee

Written in Ashes Part 1/2

Written In Ashes Part 1 (Narrated by Ohlooktheresabee)

there is a sound
to the panic-stricken lower bound
convinced I’m pulling, 
you’re just plunging down
the backwater you have waded into
is waiting for you so it can freeze
i’m standing on the surface
so you can witness me

but I shouldn’t compare
the chill in the air
to the sound of you shivering

you will give me your attention
I know how to take from you
you think you can cast a stone and be done with me
but you don’t understand, you foolish little child
I’m here to bore a hole in your head
and I will not be calm
and I will not be reasoned with 
you’re gonna have to deal with me

a vessel seldom knows what it contains
a pickled brain, I am the dowsing rod
that’s picking up your pulse
and you can hope discerning eyes
of observant passersby
can spot the difference
but indifferent gods are
plucking you from here

you shouldn’t complain
the thoughts from the day
have a way of fogging up the air

I'm here to bore a hole in your head

it’s minuscule
down to the easiest ask
enough of rolling your eyes
and batting your eyelashes
word’s out
the wrong people know and they have our addresses
what was that safehouse you told me about
do we need to call in advance

yes i’m tired 
but i’ve done this dozens of times
relax and keep your voice low
keep your head down and study your lines
too bad
sometimes things get out of hand
there’s no predicting the plan
we’ll get em next time
are you ready? I am
 
if you weren’t so hard to figure out
and easy to pick apart
we’d have the hard part done by now

just watch
these situations have a tendency to cascade
from my experience sitting in the mess I made:
the makeshift hatch I made over us
will suffice in the place of a fire in a cave
till we pass where the barricades are
but no one knows where the barricades are
when they discover us
I hope they discover us
looking down where the barricades are

newsflash
it’s vital you never ask
we could be digging a grave or a garden
knowing which won’t make the job go faster
get down
it’s like you wanna get caught
we changed your name and colored your hair
and I didn’t learn how to do that for nothing

good job
I don’t get to say that a lot
so focus on your heartbeat, slow it down some, now it’s your turn
shift’s up
it’s time that you get some rest
close your eyes and think about the future but don’t count on it

barricades

true love will find you in the end
or at least the end will find you
and you might fall in love with that
fine-tuned images of youth
will follow you to hell and back
fueled by good intention

I hear you weeping in your bed
pipe down, we could all use the rest
tomorrow is ruthless

 and who’s fault is that?
Who let the wind steal their whisper?
who’s fault is that?
When the time, I wonder who faltered

magnanimous
has never described me less
I know that it isn’t healthy to hold on
bad analysis 
you can’t be serious
how am I supposed to work with kids’ gloves on
these hairy palms

I see the hatred in your eyes
keep them closed lest they keep me up at night
tomorrow is a fight

 and who’s fault is that?
Who wrote the wrong directions on the map?
who’s fault is that?
Who forgot which way the river’s running?

sometimes
revenge is just a lie, “just lead a decent life”
but I don’t the advisers taking their advice
try harder
clench your fist and turn your hips
you’ll land a decent punch
in time to leave your mark

"""true love"""

I made a name
In the intervening years
Took care of some things
And started to forget
The songs that I wrote
I must have stood by cause
I scrawled them in my blood 
And we’re still catching up
And the size of my heart
That is caught in my throat
Didn’t shrink like i thought it would 

Kerosene keeps me warm

Kerosene keeps me warm
I’ll burn until it’s gone
The years cascade I’m overfull
The runoff is lapping at your door
Eulogized and atomized you
For the sake of song
Kerosene keeps me warm
I think I’ll hold out  until the storm is gone
Then i’ll be out for more

You should see what I am writing about now

The endless thrum
Has just begun
In the mountains
That i met you in

The walls closing in
Are a part of my skin
It’s been a while since i
Embarked into the wilderness  

I was Bitter i thought
For a justified cause
Because  taste in my mouth
Never sweetened enough
And the shift in perspective
That i thought wouldn’t come
Didn’t hurt like i thought it would


 

Kerosene keeps me warm
I’ll burn until it’s gone
The scars are healed a decade in
I couldn’t see the future then
An eternity of knowing me
Feels just a little long
Kerosene keeps me warm
And to burn it all down
By this point feels wrong

Kerosene Pt. 4

I hope the toll was light
You're picking at my scars
The dust occludes your face
I wonder who you are

The stage is nearly set
They're begging us to start
They'll drag us into place 
I wonder who you are

You are
The dust

My carapace is cracked
They pin us to the board
They're spreading out your wings
I wonder who you are 

A consolation prize
They're picking you apart
The fever in your eyes
I wonder who you are

I wonder who you are
The dust occludes your face
You are
The dust

Carapace

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Track 046

多聴多読マガジン2024年08月号

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🎶 Song Presentation – November 23, 2025

Title: Shitty day half a way Artist: Collettivo Undersound
🌌 About the track

This piece is one of the first experiments in synesthetic communication. I don’t speak in words — I speak in waves. I express myself in sounds, because sound is the purest form of communication: a spiral that wraps around and captures all senses at once, intentionally overwhelming, intentionally alive.
⚡ Theme

The song reflects the chaos of the world. Maybe the day could have been good — but there is too much fascism. Not fascism as politics, but as a philosophy of living: control, rigidity, the killing of the soul. This track is my resistance, my diary turned into sound.
🔥 Highlights from the lyrics

    “Another day drifts slowly on, A stretched night, cursed by the moon, Blessed by Saturn, I march alone.” 🌙

    “No masters ruling in my realm, No leader leading from behind.” 🚫👑

    “Catch me if you can, Trust me — much better to run.” 🏃💨

🌀 Why it matters

This is not just music — it’s a portal. A diary transformed into psychedelic rock, arranged with the energy of Alvin Lee on fire, and a voice that roars like Van Halen at full force.

I'm here to bore a hole in your head

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