i can hear it, i can hear it
and when I do you won't be near it
you see the sun is stopping spinning
that's the heat trying to die

i have worked with 
Pierre, the father, 
for a long time, 
about five or six years
pierre the father 
carted pebbles which I dug 
from a quarry (cutting off heads of cabbages)
when the father decided the cart was fully enough loaded, 
he told his son "do not put any more stones in"

there are chorus voices saying "I have worked with Pierre Riverre about five or six years"

dialogue from the final page of I, Pierre Rivière, Having Slaughtered My Mother, Sister, and Brother

Rivière, The Son

from will toledo's breakout ep 'big times in the big apple'

It's Only Sex Cover (rough)

board slide //// damn ass rock

you'll talk like a soldier
and beastly town tories mean the least of your worries
teach you:
noise means a man doesnt stay where he stands
love doesnt come from the tongue of a loved one
charles auguste emile durand
wont paint our face unless you paint for france
one cancered family member later
one [//////]
you'll stand
jainism
left hand of darkness
woman on the edge of time
lain m banks
caspian sea monster
fideas
i hereby declare:
hey walmart do you have 2 for 3 helluvagood cheeseblocks
or other helluvagood products

Jainism Stance

In Moratuwa
What would you have due?
I love you
and that was all what of I'd say

Moratuwa

bassier than spotify version. made after listening to read backwards and weep audiobook by mark lanegan. 

Can't spell 'out of time'
Without me showing up last
And I don't smell half the coconut
Without glimpsing what I had

Minus me you've multiplied,
Leashed but without collared neck
And if I ever find my check
I won't be mad at what you've left

Either something entertains me soon,
Or I become the zoo.
Why is my head led like a clown again,
Is it because I lost you?

Minus me you've multiplied,
Leashed but without collared neck
And if I find my runaway dog
I won't say, 'where have you been?'
Where have you been?

You knew better than to trust me
But frankly I'm better now, trust me
But silence is fair,
But don't take my word,
Take my breath like you have
Breathe my word, be my warmth
As you can when you're there

Binge eat and starve
Like a foot on a hose tube
Start and stop
I don't blame you
I can't leave to get a drink,
Because what if you had come home?

Either something entertains me soon,
Or I become the zoo.
Why is my head led like a clown again,
Is it because I lost you?

Minus me you've multiplied,
Leashed but without collared neck.
And if I find my runaway dog,
I won't.

You knew better than to trust me
But frankly i'm better now, trust me
But silence is fair,
But don't take my word,
Take my breath like you have
Breathe my word, be my warmth
As you can when you're there

Binge eat and starve
Like a foot on a hose tube
Start and stop
I don't blame you
I can't leave to get a drink,
Because what if you had come home?

What The Fuck (Become the Zoo)

i did the drum
samples
the captain by kasey chambers
i want it i need it by death grips
colorblind by counting crows

It's Not Worth It / That's Not How It Goes

i know i've never meant anything to anyone so why work hard
when the wires are wadding up and i'm not well
i almost fell for the obvious and that doesnt happen so often so i'm on edge
and i wont mention it or catch you on a bad day if i'm not there

nice shirt you were 
the only shirt i've ever said that towards
you know what you've done

nice shirt you were 
the only shirt i've ever said that towards
you know what you've done

i know i've never meant anything to anyone so why work hard
when the wires are wadding up and i'm not well
i almost fell for the obvious and that doesnt happen so often so i'm on edge
and i wont mention or catch you on a bad day if i'm not here

Catch You On A Bad Day

Hey
Is there anyone to come out curbside
And bat their booted feet in the pothole hell
I'll hold tight til you arrive to tell you
I still see rats in their feta again
Might try bites in the life of the thighs
Of whatever they can tighten
Their gruddy gripping rattling mitts or sniffs on

Plus a pack of parakeet playthings
Squawking popular hate sayings
At dried bloodied ear
So near at shelf of shoulder
Make me less than Machiavellian
Maybe then I'll mend all this hollow solace
Go hallway bound
Have found find my way out
Lit red exit

Hey
Is there anyone to come out curbside
And bat their booted feet in the pothole hell
I'll hold tight til you arrive to tell-

I still see rats in their feta again
Might try bites in the life of the thighs
Of whatever they can tighten
Their gruddy gripping rattling mitts or sniffs on

Plus a pack of parakeet playthings
Squawking popular hate sayings
At dried bloodied ear
So near at shelf of shoulder
Make me less than Machiavellian
Maybe then I'll mend all this hollow solace
Go hallway bound
Have found find my way out
Lit red exit

(There's nothing
There's nothing
There's no one online
I've just had my 10 hours of self-forced sleep
I'm not hungry
I'm not generating any m-)

There was a time where we
Let each other have it
We was so I'm loud
But there's no time now
And if there were I wouldn't
Have to hash it out
Like I'm leaving a
Sacred space between
Dream bug
My room is black
And I'm staring at infrared light
Like it's the last I'll ever see
On some drug
Is it even a change of scene what I need
Or leaving this repetitive brain in the weeds
Until a differing scene entirely you think

I hope I don't blow it out with my teeth
Do I speak
Machine Girl
Machine Girl
Machine Girl
I hope I don't blow it out with my teeth
Do I speak

Your hair is every color in the light
What's mine look like
Who's gonna take my warmth if you don't
I'm going to make you cry when we fight

My it's a fucking sweltering day outside
What a perfect bed to make my pool of dread and sweat
I was a lifeguard
I've got half a mind to find myself no water to drink
So I don't sour the precious sheet
That was so clean before I woke
On floor a note
On four I want the loudest sound I've ever heard to blare
So my ears can experience their final share
Of what this honor of hearing has to offer my ears, sing

Machine Girl
Machine Girl
Machine Girl
I hope I don't blow it out with my teeth
Do I speak

Sitting in a sinner's bisque pot position innit

I don't feel well
Well why would you
The screams are
Some of the sacred things
That I don't
Deal with well
Didn't matter before
So why would you
I can't believe our little one son
Is running long
The only way on
Stay
We didn't want him to run
Moving a lot every weekend
Is he outside
Until they see it
Bettering coming downing to the station
Then stop

Like I trusted you
Did you ever do my laundry
Hole in the side
Punch in
There's nothing in the hat
Except my hair
Eight four five nine
And empty air on me yeah
When the rum-soaked glass
My seconds are your milliseconds
Of a broken brown flask
Give or take and naked
I'm running out of options
Supplies itself cracked
Along the barefoot pass
There's calm and then there's catatonic
Passing like Gibraltar's own
There's calling kettle black
Levant would have
And then there's
Calling all the blueness chronic
Stabbed its tan inhabitants' calves
Machine Girl
A box of these simply insulting
catchphrases is
The grass is overhanging
Machine Girl
Dropping on shoulders
Each call-in so wallow in shadow
Overgrown on the curb
It cuts the legs of
Machine Girl
Tired boys out
Until the sun's popped up again
Surmounting our suburb

Sun or nothing but flood
They got the common to catch
The view is beautiful

MACHINE GIRL

I love beijing tiananmen
the great leader
chairman mao
leads us all forward

Collide With The Sky

I Love Beijing Tiananmen

blindly feel for a slit in the middle
the peeling pet of your skirt
yellow skittles
dealing gladly with hate
i ought to
lap your heat up
get mean
so hot to
YEAH I KNOW IT'S ROUGH IF IM A SUCKER FOR THE BEAT WHEN I'M GETTING TO EAT YOU
THERE'S NO ROUGHER WAY
no gore whore could pour more affection into skin i win
we twin i king you queen on someone's water mattress
dadless daughter got her collar on recalling all her trauma g-

when I have you under me
won't leave you wondering
I have you under me

and i had a right eye
that white
that night
that i took it to the backside
victim of a fire inside of my lust-tight sigh
that's all you'll ever say and it's perfect this way
just keep yourself tight
keep your brain light
and your weight so fine 
or we'll never have a time
where i'm light on your thighs

YEAH I KNOW IT'S ROUGH IF IM A SUCKER FOR THE BEAT WHEN I'M GETTING TO EAT YOU
THERE'S NO ROUGHER WAY
blindly feel for a slit in the middle
the peeling pet of your skirt
yellow skittles
dealing gladly with hate
i ought to
lap your heat up
get mean
so hot to

Yellow Skittles

I interrupted myself from a happy task to divest back to recent failure memory

Remember easing my upper frame as a bridge when trusses lose cable support 
Unintelligence redefined the shoulder mindfulness
It is so gray inside my head and i’m not a captain who still laments whirlpools 
I am exercising so hard that I recover for a week and forget I’m an animal 
I am eating so unconventionally and nursing a yellow ball of matter inside
I am in step with nobody but the matureness of survival
I am fond of surviving but experience doesn't always breed fondness
I am going to walk too fucking carelessly around traffic
For the dizziness comes
And always leaves the once fast once spritely once standard of inspiration
Once exactly the look back to earth
Waves of grass continue rolling

PLEASE (Recent Failure Memory)

Part of the upcoming album 'Instillment Of New Core Belief' by xgum

The one nobody is happy to see
Taking out a wallet as a form of honor
All he got is all he want to deal for his tree

There's no winning any argument with me fucker
Oh I don't feel, no, I need psychiatric help
I bite real angry teeth down
Until the belt comes off

If you were, then you weren't righter
It isn't what isn't you isn't
If you were, then you weren't righter
Oh no decency

The one nobody is happy to see
Can we forget about all of these qualities
Instead of stopping

There's no winning any argument with me fucker
Oh I don't feel, no, I need psychiatric help
I bite real angry teeth down
Until the belt comes off

Belto

Everybody's looking for that something they can stow inside their pocket
Fuck it 
What's the point of standing in your line of sight
Your scythe
Swipe
Psycho innocence
Won't you push that blade in shape of name and get the love to drip
Knuckle in your pussy
You're so lucky you were smart enough to spill
And spitting out your secrets is how love is killed

Just stay quiet.
Nobody move. Everything will be okay
If you try to make any moves, you will injure yourself and the airplane
Quiet, quiet, quiet
If you try to make any moves, you will injure yourself and the airplane

Stay quiet and you'll be okay, we're returning to the airport
Is that America 11 trying to call
Stay quiet and you'll be okay, we're returning to the airport
Is that America 11 trying to call
Stay quiet and you'll be okay, we're returning to the airport
Is that America 11 trying to call
Stay quiet and you'll be okay, we're returning to the airport
Is that America 11 trying to call

Everything will be okay

Oh shit

Stay quiet and you'll be okay we're returning to the airport
Stay quiet and you'll be okay we're returning to the airport
Stay quiet and you'll be okay we're returning to the airport

We have some planes
We have some planes

Just stay quiet quiet quiet
Try to make any moves, you'll injure yourself and the airplane
Just stay quiet quiet quiet
If you try to make any moves, you'll injure yourself and the airplane

Stay quiet and you'll be okay, we're returning to the airport
And uh who's trying to call me here

Quiet

https://xgum.bandcamp.com/track/duck-with-a-dull-bill
i once knew a brother who
talked when he was lost
made a lot of his thoughts mood,
and paid to play the part
practiced praying advancely
well ahead of any cause
and boss rocked his hot car in parking lots of shopping malls
and what did he want, C?
say, what do we wait for
staple paper at the corner store for finals report, sir
more or less a forest forager
with Coors in his court
Lo Cunto De Li Cunti
in its native tongue of course
more a reader than an eater
like the one he longed to one-up
couples cups of something shook up once a month to cover guts
to melt otherwise unmelted butter of his touch
to bolster his tough and to above all burn the rust
De sade in his lungs
the only lucky sucker dumb enough to not adjust
built a sky where he stood
too sure for his own good
mortified by never love and only lust,
in Romans it was written,

[I judge to be light]

i was muttering about you
push you down
to the ground
making no sound and
never looking at you right
baking like basted birds
on a christmas
etiquette, never getting better when i wanna be
yelling like a texan
dancing in the bleachers for Claudio Suarez
betting friends tens of thousands of dollars til
levering leg then resting on bestie
Manning in the fan of handsome investee
settling hands and toes in the bleach blond
eloquent
never gon a get a girl like [-----] again, yet
starting like starving birds to surround you
month off
month of muttering about a pup
motherside, one less, dadless
silly and million or million-one mutts
spill some pills on tongue in the doldrums
sanding guitar where body is stricken well
yelling in mansion at ecco the dolphin all
vixens play baker with gold rolling pin when
gingerbread men bend them over the dough bin
basted like baking birds on Christmas
finding it harder to laugh past your last act on play stage, past age of chapter books, pasture of
you ought to be speaking of nothing, you hear me?
if someone has something to say, they say nothing
bluffing when we answer
mackerel in backtooth,
blacklit in attic roof
keeping the lower of your lips
un fiasco
brilliant
willingly
stepping up to base plate
mattress life showering weekly, if nose aches
vatican blasting and waiting on the headline
deadline set getting older in the snowshine
tasting a hardtack mix of the bitterness,
drinking yourself sick, rigging up a mirror
watching yourself through the screen or the monitor

[Light]

On it, her catching a smile so closing or
writing your violent intentions on hand skin
staying mendacious for hours at a time, like
egrets swooping, gliding over Gaston
asdf and a few other things to
sing at you, crooning original droolwords
creepy and short haired
your hackles are rising, heart
flying like an egret
as wing stings water the flight grip is forfeit
and starving bird tarnishes feathers
bitten by a fish school
dragged to the sediment
gnawing and pushing their teeth into egret
huddling heron like team keeping secret
dedicated fish orbit feast
in a heat, let
ravens instinctively wheel below sunset
halifax turns black
seeing yourself in your brother, who's younger
and dumber but funnier, and smart when he's funny
seeing yourself as that falling white egret
who slips and knows it's not over now, loathing how
boaters now float over only scent left of it

Duck With A Dull Bill

This song compares breaking things off with someone to breaking off your own arm as Aron Ralston did in the 127 hours story when pinned under a boulder. Includes samples of Betrayed by the Game by Dance Gavin Dance (guitar) and Roboturner by Between The Buried And Me (noise).

Lament
Rotate wrist so boulder pinning arm can keep her
I can skeleton by killing ton of time in solitude I’m
Bolder
As Aron was but I’ve learned lesson here and there that force can break a needed piece off

All these episodes of mood got me hobbling
And locking loving up in moving van
I planned on hands on life
A wife
But look what talking got me
(Damaged pride and vulnerable)
Look what talking god has taught and brought about this month
Oh yeah
Oh yeah

I know not to break what I need off
I know not to break what I need off
I know enough to break what I need off
I know not to break what I need

Karma
Now I'm less than two armed
Who harmed you
I knew I should've waited for one hundred twenty eighth before I tore my
Arm off
But Aron did
I know I wont face half the waste of self the way a human can in banning you from undermining mine no more

Episodes of mood got me hobbling
And wandering
Running up to moving van, one hand
On advancing just forget my plans
Look what talking got me
Look what talking love has taught and brought about this month
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah

EPISODES OF MOOD2

Samples Slowdive

i know things feel for once finally fresh and light so youre fitting your fingertip on it
you wouldn't want to waste again
wet patch and
snap the glowstick
defending your own take
300 degrees as a pac-man curve on a perfect birthday cake
meat light and might break
lit like lights string along my lawn on dec. night
you niggas are not right
throwing a wrench at your wing and you turkeys say no flights
once kite is flown it wont fly like the first time you try to fly it
you niggas are not right

NOT RIGHT

you told me how i had not one wondoll to empathize
then though i nodded all i thought was how well wool
was pulled over your eyes
my price to victimize my fight is trying to find the lie
i typed entirely direly books in tired lone wildly vile lead hooks
Reel nearly bone dry life to not one lie lighter cooks
look
i know what you're saying and the play ain't crook
i know what you need
it's looks

i know sleep always solves bad feelings
so earlier and earlier i want the night time to arrive
because i want a good morning good daylight
or to be happy at least one more night

i know sleep always solves bad feelings
so earlier and earlier i want the night time to arrive
because i want a good morning good daylight
or to be happy at least one more night

i know sleep always solves bad feelings
so earlier and earlier i want the night time to arrive
because i want a good morning good daylight
or to be happy at least one more night

Darkened A Dachsund

Fuck you all
I said fuck you all
Instead of fuck you all
I said

Fuck You All

Here we are with the world's craziest runners
Time attack
First one to cross the middle line starts the clock
There's only six little seconds to get to the line
Running is a good way to leave your opponents in the dust
An arena, some weapons, about three minutes
One rule: there are no rules
Anything goes, and I do mean anything

Think you've seen everything
Wrong
This is the home of the extremest of freeze combat
Don't just give your opponents the cold shoulder

Don't want to be the white-winged May queen that ain't clean
Lowering masts with irrelevant lost ships

Right now I'm severing salience
Because I recognize how alien the April aimlessness is
In May my activities are mimicking and meaningless
I'm leaving you alone to will the other wild side steps
And I want to pay appearance to placate the patienceless
Entertain Hikkikimori Conditioning
Paleo pattern and pull up the plywood
I'm fucking sick of this you hear me
Stop with the antiness
Stir up a stalemate with the Tollund intelligence
And play out that pathway
Return if he's like me

I'm getting angrier the ampler I register
Louie my player two
Blue in the face because Red was
So if anybody had that whiteness of teeth
That beef can't keep itself in one piece
That nod to bus stop credo
Fess the fuck up pedo
Then leave the peace so unsettled
Going to get out a locked gun and walk

Don't want to be the white-winged May queen that ain't clean
Lowering masts with irrelevant lost ships

Don't want to be the white-winged May queen that ain't clean
Lowering masts with irrelevant lost ships
To teach these PC panic addicts something
Until tiering the talk gets me fed up
You want to be socked then you fucking square up
Go peering in a bit of crystal sphere you wizard
More pepper than the previous season bitter
Do half of you have your priorities in order
Other than your money does your honey sleep soundly
If you answer affirmatively to latter inquiring
You better be sure you have both arms on body
Dishing it and taking it
Placate your nakedness
Taking a cake kid's fake innocence and pleading reticent
Fennekin end

I Do Mean Anything

Why is my head here again
The looping of the lyrics
Sends my
Head across the room
Accompanying a picture of you

Why is my head here again
A looping lyric spiral spins the
Day around (Round)

A party chat hits middle volume
Ambulance siren
Beautiful silence sound (Sound)

Good try wine
I have better plans in mind
I say aloud here
To my only decorations ear (Cymbal crash) X2

Why is my head here again
Pulse lines up wrong to the beat in my stuck brainssongbleed like a stuck pig
On my wrist a time of six
mix a drink its now nine is that
The time of day you gave or sleep hours I robbed away
I hope I’m never president
I make a deal and then repeal
The looping of the lyrics sends my head around round

Good try wine I have better plans in mind tonight
I say aloud here to my only decorations ear

Good Try Wine

“The Nausea has stayed down there, in the yellow light. I am happy: this cold is so pure, this night so pure: am I myself not a wave of icy air? With neither blood, nor lymph, nor flesh. Flowing down this long canal towards the pallor down there. To be nothing but coldness.”

Nausea

Welsh thin reader
Tearing up half of what was picked up at once
By my nightstand lamp handle vodka til its gone
Drink til thinks are toppled over
Blink one stinkeye stop if sober
Glaze ablaze
I know a maze heat when I burn one
Skeletonkeywhen I turn one
Uncommunicating valleys of my bed
I raised my head and set it back where it was
The chief of insignificant responses
Insufficient bits are spitted
Slurred responses come out witted
That’s just the way I learned now cigarette

And dripping drool to pillows
Not what you expect

I bet you are
I left my car on in the driveway that’s how rushed I was to get back to my drug
Im snug and smugly tying toes around the tag
Hit snag
Pill bag
Fill all thekarmabar and cash it hard forchanceto cancelstaryou are
It’s dark in here and soft
Im nodding off
Leave me alone im drunk I’m sunk in bunker tucked myself in

Tool under control of my sheets and beats to me how leaving self out in the open when im roping is a learning thing
I only learned ID rather be caccoon
Not some jejune kitschy thinkpiece
Number two wonder of world
Teach nothing back to those who taught me
Because they’re paper dead and vaporized
By some unholy force that kills the wit of us
Kills our “i’s”
The triers getting cancer 

Don't be sad
Don't react
Wouldn't let my guard down

The triers getting cancer and the liars getting second chances
Every one of you are insects of acedia
I sure can face but rather never



What would be more clever isn’t mediated by a ballroom bathroom talk or calling you
It’s all in arms reach
Art was made we’re missing
And though start can come from kissing
There is end to every stencil cut from love
So hover over me with cancelling
Im answering your questions with a growth that most won’t know about
Persevering and toasting no oneelsewhen home
And cheersing self to bed

Welsh thin reader
Tearing up half of what was picked up at once
By my nightstand lamp handle water til its gone
Drink til thinks are toppled over
Blink one stinkeye stop if sober
Glaze ablaze
I know a maze heat when I burn one
Skeletonkeywhen I turn one
Uncommunicating valleys of my bed
I raised my head and set it back where it was
The chief of insignificant responses
Insufficient bits are spitted
Slurred responses come out witted
That’s just the way I learned now cigarette
I sternly burn me learning with a book across my leg and dripping drool to pillows not what you expect
I bet you are

Don't be sad
Don't react
Wouldn't let my guard down

The triers getting cancer and the liars getting second chances
Every one of you are insects of acedia
I sure can face but rather never

Welsh Thin Reader

https://linktr.ee/xgum - biggest influences are whitehouse, death grips, SLAYWORLD, and Richey Edwards-era Manic Street Preachers

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