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Sympathia Malevolens

by Marlena

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Matthew Bird Sounds like a dufflebag filled with sex meats. Favorite track: Cheap Perfume.
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1. Sympathia Malevolens I’ve always desired a wholeness that we pretend. To move past and beyond a flickering attention span. But Schelling’s System is a strong cup of tea. You’ll forget who you were like the dregs from the leaves, but you’ll take back your dreams from the memes on the switchboard who dictate your will and the space between the poles of right and wrong and how things should be: Quixotic, brutal, and free. Have you ever seen the wind cut through your body Possessed and shorn of our warmth in ourselves? The mimic becomes your nerves and your conscience, blown from the word, the switchboard, the poles. But can I take your hand? I’ve listened to the way you answer the void long enough. Use the tools but don’t nail down your hands. Don’t leave me here with all these clonic vultures with only half the answers. I’ll turn my insides out. I spent my childhood being afraid of a monster without a face or hands but who touched me just the same. And now I see him clear for the first time, and sympathia malevolens is written down his spine. And now I don’t mind being afraid.
2.
The Real 05:19
2. The Real Don’t worry, we’re in control. The real won’t harm you. Just cover your head, and wear your mask. Well, I’m going to the water’s edge, and I’m going to the reactor’s core. Our babies are coming out with eyes that see the real. Don’t fret. We’re here to serve you. Your needs are ours. Just choose your martyr and man this drone. Well, I’m going to those children’s graves. Let their blood wash over me. Our babies are coming out with eyes that see the Real. I won’t let you burn them out. Nothing left to be concealed.
3.
Underwater 06:22
3. Underwater And I’ll keep this voice alive underwater. Far away from cellphone hiss and cannon fodder. And all you fuckers won’t be missed, nor your martyrs in uniform. Not even Christ will forgive what you did, and I’ll be glad when your number is called. And it’s a strange thing that it may never be called. It was the easel that painted the throne. And I swear I won’t look away when you stare at me. A hundred to one I’ve seen the end to your means; You’ve nothing to teach me. Except how to feign a sense of control On a burning blind carousel. At least you look good poised on that pole while the waterline is rising up. And it’s a strange thing that you’re so ready to drown. It was the easel that painted the crown.
4.
The Garden 03:35
4. The Garden Don’t look down. My dear lady, you’re falling. Don’t look up. My dear man, it’s nothing but the blood and desire of your sisters. But didn’t you expect anyone to hit the bottom? If I could cease to fall, I’d trade my martyr’s blood for a child’s. Don’t look down. My holy father I’m crawling though the dirt and gravel of your garden where I found, underneath a tree in a shadow, a child’s toy that fit together like a puzzle. But didn’t you expect anyone to hit the bottom? If I could cease to fall, I’d trade my martyr’s blood for a child’s.
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6. Cheap Perfume In a cold office room, I learned my soul was cheap perfume, and my smile a salesman’s line, and my love a childish crime for which I’d be sued and used. And I feel like I’m living in some bad cartoon where the words kill the people and the symbols rule.
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7. Traffic Lights I’m getting tired, and you’re asleep. The computer is on, and the traffic lights blink. Out in the woods, there’s a place where the robots gather so they can find their peace. They walk to the mall where there’s no air, and they try to buy some flowers to put on top their hair. But they’re getting tired, and you’re asleep. The computer is on, and the traffic lights blink. Out in the cold, on a wooden playground, the tire swing hands idle, and the robots gather round. And one asks the other: "What does this mean?" The computer is on; would you please go back to sleep and watch the traffic lights blink. I’m still waiting for you to cut it off. But I’m getting tired.
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The Shallows 08:04
8. The Shallows You frame our love. Your field of vision is not as wide as you think. Your control is an illusion. After all, you could have been born in the country. Wouldn’t that strip away the shallows? Your frame is you. Your life is a collection of superficial judgment. Your culture is yourself.
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The Fox 02:38
9. The Fox Go to sleep my chosen one. I’ll sing you a song about a fox whose tooth had gone dry for the taste of blood. He slid under the fence and stood with his white friends and rubbed up against their product skin. He said, “I’ll help you bury your heart. I’ll help you bury your head. I’ll help you bury your own death.”
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10. From a Conscience White I’m caught in a landslide of agreeable ash pouring out of your mouths. We’re all talented dancers avoiding the cracks Of what’s revealed in our thoughts. But not a day too soon, I’ll retreat from this room. My feet rise off the ground: Release in honest sound. But when you close your eyes, I’ll be inside.

credits

released December 6, 2014

Joshua Harvey - Guitars, Vocals
Matt Brim - Drums
Jon Califf - Bass, Vocals

Recorded by Marlena at Portland Cement Building
Mastered by Nicholas T. Petersen at Track and Field

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Melancholic rock/metal from Portland, OR, 2009-2020.

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