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earthly conduct

by Single Soul

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i'm walking to a place i don't know i am moving forward towards a smell of cow shit without my book when you're gone i like to open it and scan the pages with my eyes and let my whole body feel the same no will to move so soon there will be nothing or we can only pray you're not in such a bad place you get goosebumps when you hear coltrane we're in love with a sad green paradise living uncontrollable it's all so comfortable you claim that your life needs a purpose well now, who taught you to be so selfish? black out, turn pale, my name is not jordan i lost all my strength in the garden i couldn't feel your spirit there instead stared so straight into the eyes of dogs i felt the ultraviolet pull my arm let us make love to noise we can bathe while our dinner cools but i think i've heard this one before, love there is no love here at all just neck and thighs you put on the mustache hat backwards and draped my great-grandfather's coat over your shoulders the coat was lost and something more you lost your warmth but you've never left your body and i wouldn't leave a body like that
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two 03:20
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i didn't go to prom i just went to my job i didn't have no fun i didn't have no one except for the cashier scanning groceries next to me was a nice girl named jasey but now i think she's married and that's a wonderful thing ripped faux fishnet k-mart tights big red boots you can't tell if they're wearing any shorts because their t-shirt is so big messy bob straight fringe smelling of munt and cigarettes very thin in big black jacket very pale little to no features ipod screen very cracked backpack is too small to hold any signifcant amount of textbooks i didn't go to class more fun to lay in the grass i had it all planned out i was gonna be famous but i won't ever be you maybe i never had room maybe i should've stayed in jazz band and learned how to play something impressive ripped faux fishnet k-mart tights big red boots you can't tell if they're wearing any shorts because their t-shirt is so big messy bob straight fringe smelling of munt and cigarettes very thin in big black jacket very pale little to no features ipod screen very cracked backpack is too small to hold any signifcant amount of textbooks
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insects scale her bare skin dragged like smoke into tissue vodka breath and impossibility of yogurt grace these lips oh my memorize these blissful scents you can't describe bloodied hands and another mended pair of shoes march came in with nothing new the sound of candied tender melody you recognize from the living room but you cannot exit your bed hence the term, "metamorphosis" now young thighs are maroon twigs i pretend like i'm fed up with it the flesh of the dead is tasty savor the taste on your tongue i am nude covered in blood
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claws i 08:28
your claws are so sharp now, dear your claws are so sharp now just like kafka who waits in the bushes for me drawn to the blood of the first creature she sees my claws are getting long, dear my claws are getting long longer than all the time wasted i couldn't save you from whatever this is or the stomach virus that was left in blue sheets it's no one's fault we stayed out in that cold palms laid out of reach but people around here can drain teenagers like you they just rip out your tongue and take what they want and there's nothing you can do you love to do it too so how could i ever protect you? it won't matter how much i want to unlike some you are not weak it will flood again and you will sleep and unlike some you're not in love with anyone but yourself satan is an old friend and he told me last night "take your claws and sharpen them you need to hate to survive" or can an ounce of compassion go a long way towards the life you always see but your skinny fists can't quite reach and now you see that all you dream becomes atrophied the colour green, our faces in the tree, and everything else still won't leave me won't leave me be shiva in a white woman proceeds i am all black pinned to square H8 lost control of the center i have fallen this is where i stay i would forgive that face 10,000 times but not once more
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still floating on a rock there is a space inside of me i wanna take this gaping void and shove something in it squirrel woman we have a future i've seen it, there are swift and salty endings the bassist of the flaming lips george coleman plays some sweet licks i could love a blonde that's never tried to kill me it's not so easy if women thrill me, just rest assured never condemn what you don't understand don't be like your friend that's not my friend loving and primitive rodent, have you seen the end? show me how to beat the drum, then off to the woods i'm just so sure there will be peace in death
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amber and chicken, lush sweetness speaks purple and green, my love is supreme it's just what it seems the earth is indifferent to these little things
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claws ii 36:20
the grass was damp when i laid my head to the back of the chair there is no more light but the breeze feels alright when the black hits my eyes inside your mouth things become unfolded there is a lot of doubt borrowed bodies still feel this hand stroking your hair only seems real the ground splits open i am swallowed into ultraviolet stuck in between worlds i return to this burdened frame there is no escape from this place there are no forests deep enough there is no rest no peace in death
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eden 05:10
i am the ant slayer all my actions are overlooked all my glances are second there is tyrannical waste in the palm of my hands i am yolk death, daily homicide i am josef, sato, soren, tetsu, i am donald my name is not important when these words emerge you look up, inadvertently lock in all that time spent becoming yourself and you keep changing it all at once fell swoops of blackened death metal riffs that repeat several times tenacity and fire that your life once carried your age toils but never quite augments at the bus stop your eyes are moons with depth unfathomable this living we're doing is corruption my love is pollution my dogs are barking but i don't want to stop dancing yet just boots and cats and move my hips when i sit back down my stomach will ache all feeling will escape my body it takes you a second to recall my face walk up the hill but you don't live there anymore last visit i left my self defense while you were away it was pouring, shielding deathwish with my sweater but now i'm staring down this sunrise it's nice and it hurts my eyes then i wonder where you stay i'll try to keep these things locked away when you hear scotland i hope it moves you sometimes there is no will to move stop chasing happiness and it smacks me in the head stop inhaling and i can breathe so much easier i think it's okay to feel this much pain sometimes alameda, you ask why be sorry but you know there is no resolution, no solution there is no semen in your sketches and there are no more words for you there is a stomach and an indention in its center there is all my affinity, and all your pity, all your sympathy fondness of the body with perpetual attraction to intoxication a small hit to forget after the fact but there is no forget there is no let go bovine boy can only withdraw so thoroughly he can only retire so much passion before all his insides get left on the inside giant panda, i see your blood, your sanity, your avocado bare i see you dig into the skin i get a tiny bit frightened again bear claws are lodged in your arm, with no one to suck the cut blood comes to the forefront of your neck now i hold you as close as i can i watch you die again and again and wonder why are you like that? i will clear my head and i will follow suit all my evil locked away in a coffer of memories no one will ever see i am reborn again, anew there is sand between my toes there is dirt between my fingers

about

an amiable attempt to justify infinite dualities that run in circles, coming to terms with existence and solid shifts in reality

mescaline claws + slate grey improvisations: songs of grocery and hope (single soul plays the standards)

thank you so very much to everyone who plays on this or contributed to it in any way at all, this would absolutely not be possible without you

credits

released September 7, 2016

album art by catarina miranda

jacob - composition, guitar, vocals, bass, keys, reeds, little drum, field recordings, plundering, etc.
ollie - violin (on tracks 2, 8), additional composition and tenor saxophone (on track 9), percussion (on track 7)
brendan - percussion (on tracks 1, 5, 7, 9)
michael - alto saxophone (on tracks 1, 3, 7), percussion (on track 10)
erik - viola (on tracks 1, 10), bass (on track 10)
garrett - bass (on track 1)
brandon - guitar (on track 7)

dedicated to a few friends, a few artists, and you! xoxo

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