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Bells1
01:15
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Seared in molten sand,
My voice has been cast and my skin-shed sent
Absentee from idle lands,
I March through tides on the parched lips of waving hands
Votive figure drawing of proportions specific
To pacific oceans, processions of pensive currents
The revenant life loom spun bridal dresses;
The Sun-stitched sinews of unbridled reflections
A Sea-Union bleached bone-dry on beaches of
Disjoined wooden promises, drift-wood divorced and
wed to the sinuous currents, Divers who vow to resurface
In wet-suits soaked in Sun,
Hear a rippled chorus ring from angels with tide-ripped wings
Sung cackling, Sprung from leaking caulking, Sunken Lakes of Sun-Kin laughing at
The Atlantic metamorphosis of Atlantis; the Sin-king of the Sun
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I am spilling with poison
Miss-spelling my name
What infection has stricken
My half-eaten defeat, there is no reason
Or remorse feasting on every morsel
Of my torn open torso
There is no shutting down my brain
And it still fires signals
Not inside, but outside into the world
And they are received but only teethed upon
Like an infant that craves attention
But the span between us is immense
And I lack the proper defense
To stave off a mutiny of internal sensations
Which I, am not immune
Tuned to a chorus inflating in volume
My aching sides, eroded cliffs bide
A murky water of blood and bubbles
I floss the time between sleeps
Always behind closed eyes
Blank from loss of light, I toss and capsize
A drop of water forms an unrelenting tide
that pulls me on all sides and rips me wide open
Unleashing a repentant storm that
Drowns the chorus in its volume
And mutes blues to gray
No more drops fall, no more rainbows
I can’t see my reflection, I can’t see colors
They are angels without halos
The corrupted faces of deserting mothers
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Myth
02:21
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I believe in other people. They aren’t so foreign to me. As familiar as I am with my life, I am aware of the lives of others. I sometimes wonder whether these other people are actually aware of each other and if anyone is aware of me. It seems unlikely that anyone can constantly extend their consciousness, reaching for another while confined in body. The instinct to protect body and feed its desires sustains a perpetual cycle of self-serving thoughts. I doubt people’s ability to be fully conscious of others because I see the vast limitations of this trait in myself. There exists an imperceptible, divisive wall. The moment you stop entertaining thoughts of another person, their timeline continues without pause. We have lost ourselves in the past many times before. Who was that awestruck child before he began having these thoughts? Looking in both directions probing for an answer. The future seems like a distant memory.
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Bells4
00:25
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Feedback,
A ping, a resonance
Anything that bounces back
A cause, an effect
To know I’m still intact
I won’t disintegrate
If I could integrate, embed myself
In a web that will catch me
I would prefer not to be released
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Bells3
01:02
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The Sky Slides
The sky opens wide, birds peck at the eye
The tides lie drown and life dies
The warmth of the earth crusts over the eye until it lacks light
and the roots demand sight
A mom can smell her cubs and know if they’re alright
And when your child dies, you’ll know it’s ripe
Vein-streaked dirt flowers new birth
Severed roots flow and slither~ ~ ~
Constricting splintered realities
Of all that which continues to grow when I leave
It alone, while I’m all alone
Stretching my toes through the sand
And parting my sun-kissed hands
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Bells5
00:59
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Days pass like years
Years wane within stasis
The moon traverses phases
Epochs spell disaster
For stars that melt and close the day
And laugh aghast amongst present plague
I fear not my death
I'm terrified of living life
I try to flee the livid light
But Infinity spells discontinuity
You can't escape eternal light
A glimpse of energy retrofit
Embodying doomed delight
It's decadency is its potency
And it shines bright, saved for future nights
But the sky has its limits
Before cloud cover takes flight
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