EVOLVE - BREAKING DOWN
THE BARRIERS
LP / CD + zine,
produced 2009 in
release date: 23 October 2009 (CIDE#60)
cM: production, words, voice, Yamaha AN-200, Korg
ES-1, Fruity Loops 3.5, tapes, sampling, edits, effects, street art, live
skits, artwork and art direction, [email protected]
Jim Swill: words, voice, tapes,
sampling, drawings and collages, [email protected]
Freak-One: words, voice, live skit
actor, for contact look up Chemical Committee AKA “CemCom”
Mavis Concave: beat production,
mastering of all LP and CD tracks, [email protected]
Robert Inhuman: drawings, live
recordings, art direction and layouts for record artwork and zine, [email protected]
Bunk News: live video projections.
Guest contributors 2009: additional
voice on “Recreate” by Larva Lou, keyboard on “Counter Curse” by Jonathan
Williamson, “Martha” poem and report by Jon Reubusch,
Jon Caldwell in the scary clown live skit, live skit acting by Johnny Rucker,
artwork and live skit acting by Jonathan Murray, live violin and effects by
Eddie of Honest Abe, additional photography of Evolve Project performances by
Nebula Girl and Ava Roberts, and miscellaneous live
tapes 2005-06 featuring DJ Yes!
For booking Evolve tour dates, write to
Colin at [email protected]
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LP cide A:
01. COUNTER CURSE 3:04
02. BREAKING DOWN THE BARRIERS 2:14
03. NEW MOON 2:48
04. MODERN MAN (LONG SUNSET) 3:54
05. OUTSIDE THE COLISEUM WALLS 3:03
LP cide B:
06. NEGATIVE BIOLOGY 1:11
07. MY BODY IS A GRAVEYARD 2:45
08. RECREATE 2:02
09. BECOMING SOMETHING ELSE AS WE SPEAK
9:02
additional CD tracks:
10. SHIPS WITHIN SHIPS 6:23
11. CLEARANCE SALE AT THE MALL 0:55
12. OVER AND OUT 0:11
13. RECONSTITUTE DIVISIONS 0:40
14. BIGGER THAN THE CITY 0:05
15. DESTROYED ECOSYSTEMS 0:16
16. OATMEAL NEWSPAPER 0:21
17. MOLESTED CHURCH
18. BIG CITY HOPE AND INVOICE DREAMS
0:22
19. PUNCTURED LUNG 0:29
20. CASUAL RAPE AS LUNCHROOM GOSSIP 0:06
21. LEATHERBOUND ROMANCE NOVEL 2:43
22. CUT ME UP WITH RAZORS 0:22
23. PRIMETIME TELEVISION 2:33
24. TRAPPED VOICES GRINDING IN THE GEARS
OF TIME 0:45
25. METHADONE SPELLING BEE CONTESTANT
0:05
26. GRAVEYARD SHIFT 2:02
27. THE NUMBER OF DEAD MEN IN A WAR 0:23
28. TICKLE-ME-ELMO GASMASK 0:09
29. NEVER SAY NEVER 0:41
30. COMPOST HEAP 3:39
31. DEFAULT-PROGRAM-FILE-DELETE 2:24
32. BUDGET CUTS 0:40
33. NEW ORBIT 1:03
34. STARING AT A STONE REFLECTION 1:27
35. DOUBLE-EDGED SWORD 0:32
36. LITTLE MERMAID IS MY WIFE 0:13
37. LAUGH TRACK FOR THE END OF TIME 2:46
38. DIVINE MADNESS IS A GROUP HUG 1:01
39. HOPE FOR A NEW BRITISH CENTURY 0:22
40. CLEAR CHANNEL = 1:02
41. PARTIALLY HYDROGENATED DEATH MARCH
0:21
42. KU KLUX KLAN'S NIGHTLY NEWS PROGRAM
0:20
43. HOLLYWOOD HOLLOWCAUST SUMMER
44. CELEBRATION DEATH RITUAL (LOVE) 1:51
45. POTATO FAMINE 0:32
46. I AM EXCITED ABOUT MY LIFE 3:28
NEW AGE: (proposition for a world wide
cut-up)
A continuous shift in consciousness can produce enlightenment. There is
a broader focus available beyond the marriage of routine and falsehood. Military
grandfathers are merely looking for another gun. Fossilized slaves succumb to
past indoctrination. Commercial symbols follow us around like ghosts. They
become viruses inside the mind that infect potential. We annihilate our human potential focus
achieving blind adherence to a regimented structure of routines and rulers. All
routines unless independently ritualized are transferred reality focus from
conglomerate corporate control forces seeking to dominate thru default
programming. These forces represent an encoded virus program that by default
seeks to expand and dominate. The consciousness of control exists separate from
the force of it. For example: control is enforced via the police, the FBI, and
countless other bureaucratic extensions, but control is truly achieved thru a
consensus belief in its elusive power. This is the dominance of superstition.
Mental slavery is the only kind of slavery that really exists. Therefore mass
media plays a much more functional role in sustaining control than the
I propose that although protesting the Vietnam War was important, the
next level of protest (one that was briefly realized in the 1960's via LSD but
then not sustained) would be massive rituals designed to expel control forces
in total form. Rather than bargaining on bureaucratic terms we should form a
new reality, a different constant, so a broader available focus can be
achieved. For example, we would form an audio cut-up that would literally reach
around the world. Hundreds of thousands, if not millions of demonstrators would
gather together in some agreed upon location of sizable elevation. Every participant
would bring in audio format a small snippet of a single second or less. A
second is like a cell in our time-body as our disintegrating minds are burned
away with radiance. The audio clip should represent a device of media
manipulation that is instigated as a system of control within the populist
mind. People bring politicians’ speeches, fast food commercials, Pepsi ads,
Brittany Spears, talk radio machines, Fox News degenerates, reports on
burglaries and arson, prescription drug commercials with encrypted planet
death, hypnotizing jingles of every variety and time period, talk shows zombies
too, it all gets mixed together: ONE. Voltage from the
throbbing heart of god burial. We assemble the audio sources digitally
in random order. The audio cut-up is then played on enormous speakers in an
outdoor setting where the crowds of collage artists gather. As the sun sets and
the moon is total, we are ready for the emerging
change. Everyone focuses into a totally blank receptive state. The intention of
this ritual is total exorcism of the lingering ghost control. The cut-up would
be played over and over again until the original source work had no validity or
tangible recognition and only a solitary band of united frequency remained. We
would use this new frequency as a vehicle to expand our reality into its true
and universal form. This would massively reject control and a new reality would
be apparent the moment the frequency was achieved. Subsequent generations would
inherit this frequency and elevate the general consciousness of Earth.
New ideas are the constructs of any valid future. We are not achieving
anything by means of diplomatic order. Chaos is a sacred realm. Nature is
divine. We are not here to passively watch the Earth being destroyed; we are
all engaged participants. The sum total of this experience of life is more than
the established routine. If one does not invent one's routine, control in the
form of personal focus is never achieved, and although reality is stable, it is
never of one's own formation. It exists then thru, and only thru, a process of
manipulation, instigated by control forces on a massive scale, involving both
predicted reaction and dominions of orchestrated fate.
Corporations dominate by hijacking and updating a language of magickal symbols that are both archaic and sacred in
origin. Corporations pervert this sacred language of symbolism making it a
device of control and manipulation rather than an expression of the universe's
wisdom or a sign of internal wealth and focus. Corporate branding is in most
cases exactly that: a permanent impression left on the subconscious mind in the
form of a symbol or initials. We need to cleanse the mind and form it new in
order to once again acknowledge our true potential form: the human platform.
This is why ritual exorcism is my proposed strategy.
The symbols that we recognize and conjure up are the archetypes of our
reality, and create the foundation of our realized focus: truth. Generations
must be raised outside of the corporate mindwash
agenda in order to fully realize potential future forms. It is said that Native
Americans considered the consequences / benefits of their actions seven
generations next. This is a very advanced cultural focus dealing with future
reality projection. The western mind which seeks to contain an ever-evolving
reality within a model of past thoughts can barely function, and of course
never sustains its process. As the Europeans and their predecessors struggle to
maintain predominant social and economic control, they are simultaneously
destroying the very planet that sustains us all. This is the classic scenario
of painting one's self into a corner. A bad sign when even the most basic
wisdoms like, "don't paint yourself into a corner", cannot be applied
to the rationality of modern political thought and action. In fact, there is no
rational at all. The machine is now a self-sustaining consequence factory;
constantly reproducing, manifesting, feeding, destroying, and so on.
All of us together are entering into a new age that we will either
accept or reject. It is important to be ultimately receptive at this time. It
is important to fully evaluate the true meaning of words and symbols. For
example: the information provided by the local news is actually disinformation
that seeks to constrict information exchange and develop symbols of focus used
then to systematically control the will. By restricting yourself to such
information you can actually expand awareness of all knowledge; cosmic, universal,
and otherwise. So in this instance, "restrict" actually means
"expand", and it is in this backwards manner that the process of
manipulation works its magick. However one can
counteract this process with the same techniques. By "restricting"
such disinformation one can "expand" one's reality. This is the
nature of the reality we live in. The words and symbols that we use are
dependent on our belief to sustain their meanings.
Language creates our world and the symbols that we assign to language
are indeed important. I believe the new age will become a clarity of meanings
in our symbolized and indeed synthesized world. The meanings of our words often
change. For example: the "radical" approach is now the
"rational" approach as the forces of controlled chaos have reversed
their meanings. Organic farming is not "special" or
"unique", it is in fact "normal", as past generations have
relied on these techniques to maintain the biodiversity that sustains all life.
The "news" is in fact "old" in the sense of routine
boredom and is responsible for maintaining the stereotypical time-loops of the
status quo. We must become conscious in a world of symbols in order to negate,
focus, or individually define their meanings. The refined methods of the
control medium instigate the illusion of material reality permanence in order
to construct a docile public mind that relies on the security of routines
(home, job, etc.) as an identity-focus. Free will then becomes a streamlined,
symbolic "individual", resulting in the human experience minus the
aspect of discovery.
Capitalist control has instituted patterns of destruction here on Earth.
We must reject this control as a necessary strategy for our Earth's survival,
so that human consciousness may EVOLVE, and reunite with the potential of its
universal form. A rare order of magick is needed
outside of the prescribed routine. The cut-up is an acceptable method to
deprogram and reprogram the mind. Creating new symbols will be necessary to
define our future potential forms. As our known society approaches its
inevitable and probably unsavory collapse, the acceptance of the non-routine
will become necessary for our survival, and vital in terms of spiritual and
cultural evolution. The mind is an intricate data-assembly-bank. The
approaching critical-time-junction is the reboot button, where certain memory
is erased but new things happen: NOW…
* Evolve 2009
1. COUNTER CURSE
cM: words, voice, Yamaha AN-200, tapes,
sampling/edits.
Jonathan Williamson: keyboard.
Freak-One: intro trance voice and words.
Mavis Concave: Korg ES-1.
Freak-One: When I enter into the ocean to die I'm gonna breathe like a fish, cuz
man is not an exist, it's an exit. I got the motherfuckin
flesh wound to everything you found beautiful... Disney...
in no known gravity assembled charge
the Earth in crisis, they call it living large
McDonalds, freeway, Taco Bell
when we don't pay attention we just go to hell
hypnotized by a corporate spell
in no known gravity the freeway fell
how mellow are you fellas? - passive
existence
with mundane masturbatory persistence?
disillusion forms
we out where the puppet politicians perform
police sirens wail daily
but it ain't no match for the stalemate
of the youth lately
we all bleed the same blood
and when we realize this we transform hatred to love
our fear now a positive frequency that travels out
of the boundaries of doubt
the boundaries they seek as they divide and conquer
but one and the same is the mantra
and they can't divide this one
and they can't separate the universal father from the son
I am one I I I
I I I
I I AM ONE
take charge
of uniform corporations that are all livin
so large
and outside of the laws
but everything is effect and then cause
cause and effect - I must speak direct
times of horrible imbalance
malice kings offer a drink outta they
golden chalice
ignoring the cries of mother Earth that's so plain
echo at sundown without no refrain
"opening up"
"To pass the poison chalice is to put it to our own lips as
well…"
"amen" "opening up" "opening up"
ARE WE LIVIN IN REALITY?
"Who owns the big media; the mainstream media that reaches
millions of people?"
(sigh / cha-ching)
all of us are livin in a critical time
when mass media straight up take control of the mind
they manipulate and they generate
and it's unreality that they demonstrate
it’s mind control - it's your time they stole
they consider the body but never the soul
it's incomplete but it's a package deal
fool the mind so that they business can steal
the light from outta the children’s eyes
political smiles are just a disguise
we get beyond those walls
and everybody know it but don't nobody call
the corporations out on all they bullshit
sanitize the pulpits now
McDonalds, Wendy’s, Taco Bell
all of us livin in a luxurious hell
can't go on like this cuz it's gotta change
one way or another yo it's gotta change
can't go on like this cuz it's gotta change
one way or another yo it's gotta change
"To alter the environmental conditions for
humanity..."
counter curse *
(we must familiarize ourselves with evil in order to send it back)
* a note on Evolve performances:
The Evolve performances
are very much influenced by mass media and most specifically television. Most
performances last one half hour. There are segments or scenes known as songs.
Between segments, tape collages with various sounds are played. These are
similar to laugh tracks on sitcoms except that a laugh track is really only
intended to achieve one no-variable affect. This is part of the seducing ritual
hypnotism of the medium. The cut-ups we broadcast are intended to achieve a
hypnotizing effect, yet produce a much wider variety of reactions thru random
juxtapositions of sound, and by incorporating much larger portions of time and
space than one particular group of people laughing at one particular time. We
are explorers and we explore realms of electronic hypnotism in order to
synthesize a consciousness and reality outside that standard. We are children
of the future and we embrace electronic music in this modern and electronic
age. We also negate that focus within an ancient celebration; speaking over
beats with dance movements accompanying them.
The endings of the live performances generally culminate in some
type of public performance piece, incorporating sound collage and occasionally
drum loops, sometimes scripted dialogues, etc. The climax of many a show this
year reeked of overdramatic Hollywood-esque
self-parody. COUNTER CURSE: We are steering our own voyage and we do not forget
this. Even if we're addressing critical social issues we figure we can still
have a sense of humor. A lot of what we're moving towards with the recent
Evolve work would be the union of opposites. The union of opposites is intended
to Break Down our perceived Barriers. The union of opposites is a technique
used to deflect control. The symbols of control play a functional role in what
is essentially a ritual exercise of personal freedom, individual focus, and self-empowerment.
We do not seek to dominate with these tools but instead realign with the unity of powers inherent
in the universe's mind. The union of opposites is in and of itself a magickal formula resulting in a greater acceptance of
cosmic consciousness or the true self, which is neither male nor female, black
nor white, and so on. A clarification of the will precedes this union as
concepts like good and evil no longer dominate one's focus. We are not here to
create spectacles. We are not fanatics, dadaists, or situationists. We are not dealing with misanthropy or
semantics in any way. We present intricately designed rituals with specific
intentions and focus. We are activists. We are here to activate the mind.
* Evolve 2009
2. BREAKING DOWN THE BARRIERS
cM: words, voice, tapes, sampling/edits.
Mavis Concave: programming.
and poppa said
a tragic Noah’s ark; a cosmic lost and found
the residual holocaust not settled so sound
native birth flavored worse
the native people slaughtered here - stolen curse
that's the memory of my very own dead ancestors
the Irish people slaughtered by the English Manchesters
imperialism is the enemy of man
suitcases fulla money gotta disband
corporation reprimand pyramid sand
breakin down these barriers, breakin
down these barriers
break break break
break breakin down
breakin down theses barriers
upstate
real people gotta eat too
and you don't even eat man you just kinda
waste food
capitalism got some hidden agendas
hidden kings behind hidden curtains
that want us all to surrender
but we break that threshold down
listen to freedom get lost in the sound
and that's a permanent departure man
beyond the threshold we just go farther and farther
until the galaxy and space forms around us
Earth, our mother, cries out
the leader don't hear here don't care care
they golf get fat got gout
seeing they downfalls what I’m about
but not in a petty vengeful bout
they just compost renewing the planet heaps
rebirth the Earth just keeps on
spinning on its axis in space or so we are told
breakin down these barriers, breakin
down these barriers
break break break
break breakin down
breakin down theses barriers, must erase
"Evolution right now might be the difference between survival
of the species and extinction."
Freak-One:
The world that has been
forced upon us by birth is a delusion. The only real things on this planet are
the elements of the natural organic world which have been evolving and adapting
yet maintaining homeostasis since before human record. These elements were
present in the first human beings. They were seen in the traits of pure divine
innocence and love. These elements were present in the first human beings on
the planet because the universe and these humans were one, as if everything was
one giant embryo in which all parts of the universe and everything in it were
all made of the same matter. People realized this truth and were one with the
natural forces that created and transformed life (through death). They did not
seek to control these natural forces; rather they wished to aid them by
maintaining a perfect harmony. Somehow this simple connectivity that allowed death
and predator instinct to be equal and just parts of existence was lost. Now
death, violence, and lust are used to control the human race and all other
forms of life on Earth, but some are beyond control. When one starts believing
in the power of modern manmade devices, institutions, economies, religions,
medicine, technology, and all other forms of control, one gives their power up
to those who have taken these creations for their own avarice and lust. All of
these modern inventions are not inherently evil; that is superstition. The use
of modern inventions should have nothing to do with how we wish to live our
lives. If we use these devices, in order to aid the human species or any other
species, it still requires some type of destruction or inflictive tradeoff
between one human and another or between humans and another species. To think
that these tradeoffs can result in eventual equality and health for all is the
most toxic idea ignorant imperial founders of control and their followers
implant amongst the masses. The idea that technologies and institutions within
modern economies, thru philanthropic techniques, can aid the planet and its
inhabitants is far more dangerous than the satanic idea that one should live
only to serve oneself because the former idea allows tyranny to continue under
the guise of progress, hope, and change. This is the technique of coercion few
seem to understand. It is because we are so afraid of death and pain that we
continue to integrate into the imperial and neocolonial societies, economies,
“health care systems” and institutions of the modern manmade world. All of this
modern existence is a maze. Even if one is starving in prison and being beaten
one can see past the maze and be free forever. The only real barrier is the control
of the mind. Let go of thought and its conditionings. Let go of attachment,
doubt, fear, loneliness, guilt, sorrow, and pain as they are nonexistent. Break
beyond the barrier; let go. Pacifism is the only solution. Absolutely!
Walk with the light; become the light and embrace the dark; for
YOU ARE LORD. Whole Mother of all, you have illuminated a path for us and we
are forever humble servants; servants to our higher selves. We are all blessed.
Mother let me let go of attachment, doubt, fear, loneliness,
guilt, sorrow, and pain. Mother allow me to let go of thought and its
conditionings. Mother I am not guilty. Mother I forgive everyone, for I am not
the judge.
3. NEW MOON
cM: words, voice, Yamaha AN-200, keyboard, tapes,
sampling/edits.
Freak-One: words, voice.
whatta we gonna do do do whatta
we gonna do
we broke and we battered, we torn and we scattered
the ravages of love and war, the savages they want some more
lovely speaking slave of the week, I am off on the weekend
time
nature and us inseparable
although stifled evolution's been technological
this is re-injecting the logical
hypodermic rationalisms in ya infant's
fontanels
to oppose the media bullet shells
banana clips peel taking L's and lacin em
in the project hall on halls
kids with candy sticks piff X’d out
bodies drop bloody when the CIA droughts the crack route I'm out
"…Living with radiation so our bodies crawl with hell. We
will live in the good lands. Our son will grow where there isn't death in the
very waters we drink; the air we breathe..."
"wise men"
"The corporate managerial system has intensified its invasion
and occupation of universities and colleges bringing them more and more under
the dominion of corporate imperative."
"The rich are the kind of people who own things and they tend
to be republican..."
"Neanderthals" "wise men"
"All of us, the millions of us who were out in the streets,
getting beaten up by the police, getting arrested, and all other things,
including me. The millions of us that said that there shouldn't be a
war..."
"wise men"
"...whether you can win it or lose it. And the horror of it
was that you might even win it, that war was immoral, it was homicidal, it was
killing hundreds of thousands of people. We now see two million Vietnamese died
in that war. The
"time" "time space sure"
"…and the struggle goes on and continues and that's what
really bothers the powers that be; that they have to deal with the human beings
who have thoughts and interests of their own."
"opening up" "each one in their own native
tongue"
"opening up" "crisis"
"The media's role as cheerleader of the national security
state and free market capitalism is without restraint. Virtually no positive
exposure has ever been given to an indigenous third world revolutionary or
reformist struggle, or to the protests at home and abroad against
"People were chanting not knowing that they would be beaten
and teargassed…"
"beaten" "demonstrators"
"To show the corrupt condition and decadent state of affairs
in democracy."
"Time. All time. Of all time. Of all time, time, time."
"28 morons working for him." "Ha ha -
you have no idea."
"True to anyone who kept him off the ballot.”
"20th century" "opening up"
"society"
"Then they got a small beam of light against a mirror."
"Earth's population" "human society"
"Look in the mirror; never an easy task; always a necessary
one."
"astronaut" "more than extreme volcanic
disturbances"
"opening up" "opening up" "opening
up" "opening up" "opening up"
* (notes on youth trapped in stages of pubescent rebellion)
What happens to a generation of youth who awaken from the dream
society has perpetuated upon them?
The immediate reaction is one of hopelessness and fear. These
feelings can often manifest themselves into misguided, angry, and even violent
actions. The youth are so immersed in the society that they hate that they end
up battling with themselves, trapped within various cycles of
"civilized", yet none the less deprecating, behaviors. This is why
people feel reckless, drink themselves dry, eat fast food, watch television,
etc. This is why people break down and kill their classmates and co-workers.
This is why people kill themselves.
In the pubescent stages of one's rebellion these angry feelings
are both natural and necessary. We are being reborn into a conscious reality
and this can be a very difficult process. You need "piss and vinegar"
sometimes to "break on thru to the other side". However many people
never discover this natural rebellion or if they do it is never developed into
its fully progressive form. They feel angry and reckless as teenagers, get
"wasted", settle then into mindless boring jobs, get someone
pregnant, buy a house in the suburbs, television, budweiser,
etc.
I hope the youth of my generation will take things a step farther.
I want us to develop the skills and knowledge needed while we are young; to
remain conscious and active throughout our entire evolving lives. We need to
build the resistance now and prepare for the revolution that follows.
The people have the power to change everything. They always have
and they always will. The government may have money and technology, but the
people have the numbers and ideas. The people are strong. The people hold this
country together. Who works in the factories that produce our food? Who grows
the vegetables and picks the fruit? Who ships, unloads, and packages it? The
people. Your people, my people, their people, our people. All of us people
together: ONE.
* Evolve 2009
4. MODERN MAN (LONG SUNSET)
Mavis Concave: programming.
cM: words, voice, sampling/edits.
Jim Swill: intro words and voice (exert from Intrusive Elements)
"this time the west"
"in a return to barbarism in the modern age"
"security of state"
calendar of the ancient world
in the forsaken badlands
concept of the human past
restoration of body and blood banks
fragmentary remains of Neanderthals
cycling changing without starting over
skeleton white light show
animal art will not be seen again
years ago...
"Years ago…"
"Basically I'm looking at the devolution of the human
species."
"The fossil evidence indicates that modern human skulls are
decided ape-like small brain Neanderthal."
"Evolution has always involved people like us getting
together as we are tonight, figuring out where
we came from, and who's slowing us down to change."
meditate till I replace receive
the modern world is just cruel it deceives
I am the only one; I am the only son
the only living entity; the only living one
this be it the false speech of man
when we deny our unity, when we deny our one
we as a species we could be done
acknowledge the masquerade; corporations paid
while the infrastructures that they made dissolve
infinite problem solve - it's no solution?
the food that we eat it is mind pollution
we get beyond; we travel to further futures
beyond beyond the galaxies that's made
flooded gates of
ancient
we get beyond their message; history repetitive
all the same - we all remain
buried in graveyards with the same pain
I am the only one; I am the only son
the only living entity; the only living one
we all erase - we all replace
become a mask of cosmic grace
television hypnotize your inner space
randomize static; rebirth classic
not boiling it down
not making the elastic snap of the sound
when the mind bends
when it warps and congregates within
discount on city binge; discount on city streets
makin me cringe - discount human life - finally give
in
we see the light and we follow it out
we follow follow follow
follow it out
a modern Shakespearian tragedy of sorts
your flattery in no match for the battery of political retorts
we all live in a prison of sorts - don't gotta
give in
just acknowledge the shape that we in
I am modern man - and I am I am modern man
symphony of tragedy this blood illusion
this modern medical transfusion
infusing crops with DNA molecules
from other biological life forms gotta
stop
perverting nature; various fruits; disturbing flavor
I wanna bite the apple
and the real apple, not the one that man made
irresponsible; destructive as a hand grenade
when the universal consciousness displays
break on thru to the other side
outside of this pre-programmed reality
where all of these corporations hide
swindler filth merchants of the Earth
irresponsible; clandestine since birth
good riddance just like a curse
bottling anger; distributing thirst
I know the games that they play
I know their sense of power
is what a pitiful coward displays
conjuring up public doubt
imprisonment blacked out gotta gotta get out
we gotta get out - we scream or we shout
bottle our anger and do not reroute
in a pre-programmed existence
where the mind is left forever lingering in doubt
"This is all pre-programming." "This time the
west…"
Martha: Pioneering Urban Gardening For The Masses (fulfillment of
a better life)
by Jon Reubusch
a deer in early spring
left her fawn
at the edge of our new garden
our hope and chance
in this concrete and metal dance
its eyes so big and round
all spotted sleeping and extra cute
overwhelming desire to touch
the light brown fur so soft
yet somehow we resisted
let the baby rest
and from that day forth
the deer have left our
garden alone
some people say, ”There is no magick."
and they cut another forest
but if you listen and believe in
your vision-of-the-world
you will see that
the world
is indeed
a wondrous
curious
amazing
adventure
MARTHA…
In the spring of 2009 the City of
She is about a quarter of an acre. We dug beds, took rocks out of
the soil, and mounded the beds up with finished compost from a community
garden. We carried and trucked water into the site and planted all the stuff we
could gather.
We covered about one third of the land in gardens and made a fire
pit for relaxing. We brought in quail, building them a small hut from salvaged
materials and bought some fencing quarter inch hardware cloth. We intend to eat
some eggs; maybe raise some babies and let them go.
We just added a small hoop house that was easy to build. We are
planning on extending our harvest and starting new seed in the spring. We are
composting scraps from local Northside restaurants
and coffee shops. We have been getting more food than we can eat and taking
some to the Northside Farmers Market providing people
with a local option. Really local hyper-organic, filled with love, so.
The Village Green is a nonprofit garden community also in Northside. They hired me as green house manger and my task
was to maintain the glass house and grow some vegetables for the spring. This
allowed us to have plants at no cost for Martha. Some of us poor street-artist
garden-minded folk even got paid like ten dollars a day in the hot hot sun. So thanks to them who bought the plants. Our
timings were right because we followed the Earth and listened to the rain on
our skin.
We are pretty happy with the project and hope we can help start
other gardens, to help to remediate with compost, and mulch more of the City of
- work for others less.
- start moving out of the program.
Martha Street Garden AKA Martha
Located: Urban-borders 9-acre park and new housing development.
Originally a valley-engineered drainage ditch. Poor soil, compact, and much
gravel, glass, and trash. Cars make noise, pollution aggravates our sinuses and
our breathing. Quail are happy, we must clean and change water. Deer are
befriended, left their spotted baby with us. We didn't touch it or disturb it
and from then on the deer respected our garden, only occasionally eating bean
tops and dino kale.
We just built a hoop house with PVC pipe, scrap wood, plumber's
tape, and $30. Fires, talking, resting, beers and herbs. Jules, Heather,
Jonathan, Alan, Chris, Gary, Krystal, Susan, The
Murray Brothers, Duke, Peter from the CGC, Diantha,
Robby, Zak, Izak, Hannah,
anybody who dug a bed, hope you all got fed. I needed this garden so thanks,
blessings, much love, clarity, and hope.
In a single fruit lies enough seed for a future free of chains.
5. OUTSIDE THE COLISEUM WALLS
cM: words, voice, Fruity Loops, keyboard.
Jim Swill: corporate robot voices…
walk the rest of them nine miles up them dream steps
to the Parthenon where the military schemes are kept up tradition
malnutrition been listening to the same old repetitive language
another soldier exits the womb and enters his anguish
trumped up to savage completion
ravaged by time as it eats him, bones and all
dusty thoughts and stones that small
we gotta skip this part cuz death death be feedin the weak of heart
blood clot be about it - with they televised matter they shout it
oblivious space - imperialism infectious mistake
driven down down deep into the dirt -
Earth body it’s hurt
collective conscious - emergency vanquish the commons
topple all of the tallest buildings first until we're totally
immersed
havoc seeking temples in the ruins of an ancient
possibly becoming a stone; possibly fossilized bone
possibly together and possibly alone
becoming that tone of the universal Ohm
complete rerouted regrown - the human
mind in a cyclone blown
when actual feedback from reality is shown…
* exert from the Evolve novel “Reports From The Coliseum”…
"Right after you take a shit you can acknowledge that god is
dead. First however, report to the boardroom for further face-fucking. We'll
fuck your face up, you indiscriminate maggot fuck. Ten, fifteen dollars an
hour, how much should we pay you? Shut the fuck up maggot, don't answer that,
I'm the one who's talking here. Lesson learned old chum, so go ahead and clean
the urinals with your tongue. If you want you can wear this french
maid's costume, but if it doesn't fit, just cut a hole in the rear end of your
trousers. That will make our job a lot easier, believe me. No one wants to work
more than they have to; you know what I mean old chum, old buddy, old
pal?"
The boardroom plays an integral role in the Coliseum’s yearly
holiday. They are like refreshment phantoms serving up a bake sale from hell.
"How many squishy worms in your cupcake sir? Frosted maggots perhaps?
Landfill cookies?" The stretched out horizon bleached in stony white.
Crumbling stones that make the path unwalkable.
Dissolving footsteps as we step across the threshold of imagined time.
The board is cleverly devised in strategy. They wage a silent war
and politely cover up the Coliseum’s dead. Let the games begin. Nine echoed
gunshots so the numbered runners start up moving. The last one to cross the
finish line is slaughtered by phantom henchmen. The running blood becomes
Kool-Aid for the youth.
The concession stands throughout the Coliseum are serving bone
broth. The human causalities of war brewing in a cauldron with heavy ketchup,
bullet shells, and gun powder. A bayonet is what they use to stir this brew. It
is served to you inside a human skull. I realize at times this pamphlet seems
extraneous and harsh, but I figure if you're entering the gates in permanence,
you might as well know what's on the menu. Know that you might end up becoming
a boardroom sex slave, a degenerate tramp paraded for amusement of the crowds.
They'll hurl rotten fruit at your dignity. They'll spit on your compassion
while they look you in the eyes. The boardroom has a focused death pattern and
if they hone in on you there's really no escaping.
Nine cut-up war movies play on big screens above the crowds. The
soundtracks to the films replaced with big band music. Crooning love songs over
atom bombs and all scenes of death imaginable. Powerful magick
inside the Coliseum, I kid you not. The Coliseum’s wide open gates become wider
as the crowds increase in both size and number. If all the seats are taken they
can put you in front of the firing squad instead. "You'll be part of the
show," they tell you. Don't be fooled by the words they use like ‘game’ or
‘strategy’, to these men there's really only war; do not forget this. Losers
are the same dead men as winners; the reversed cycle flips us in the mirror.
The revolving doors are really just a one way exit. The ticket holders secretly
devised to capture death and cling to its formation as a practiced form of magick to increase our pain. The Coliseum is a spectacle of
suffering. Without its walls we could, all of us, be free…
6. NEGATIVE BIOLOGY
Jim Swill: words, voice, tapes.
cM: tapes, sampling/edits.
"The destruction of a culture before
our very eyes…"
remember the instance your existence
became cancer
LA from the plane window was a dish of
expansive bacteria
blinded in the flash of biological lust
to breed, infect, inoculate, and
exterminate
to reach skyward defying negative space
armed with a “life is beautiful”
in my visions of the afterlife,
reflective of the present life
my dreams are the only escape where my
mania is free to expand
and I transcend virus nature
our search for the nipple eternal and the
womb of infinite security
perverts to skeleton envy and turns the
shadow of violence inward
psychic violence to shroud our power - vampire Idol
automated distrust - blessings become
brains that turn to bacteria
to bloat with narcotic toxin - aortas
flutter and bust
educated oxen - gold and coal grow old
with mold
and bones and teeth bleach white to dust
sands for the polar oceans…
Jim Swill:
The concept for the poem “Negative Biology” was accumulated in the
summer of 2007 while on tour with Realicide. During the night drive across
desert on our way to LA, 8 July 2007, we tuned into “Coast To Coast AM with
George Noory”. That particular night was a “near
death experience” discussion with the author Mellen-Thomas
Benedict about his near death experience in 1982. Recalling memories now in
September 2009, I still remember the impact of his words and the story of his
experience.
He had apparently developed a cancer and
had decided he’d rather take his final resting place in a hospice as opposed to
the foreign and invasive environment that makes up a conventional hospital. He
did clinically die at the hospice, for a matter of hours at that, and during
that period of time during his pronounced death he claims he was shown the very
reason for his sickness. When he was in a classroom (in which school I do not
know) he was shown a series of photographs comparing aerial photographs of Los
Angeles California to photographs of a cancer cell. To him the similarity was
striking and like most people’s reaction he was disturbed. Human beings
existing industriously looked more like a virus than a society. I found this
very disturbing myself as I had a similar experience viewing LA from a plane
window a few weeks prior. The nature of our very irresponsible sprawling does
not at all look organized or beautiful in detail or relation to the natural
environment that borders our metropolitan areas. An urban sprawl as massive as
LA looks like an orgy of chaos and error as we plow and pave over, pollute and
populate, or simply lay our roads and factories wherever budget and ownership
allow. When you begin to question its integral nature one can see this has
little to do with practicality in relation to the land that surrounds, but much
to do with money, convenience, and ownership of property.
After that alarming moment in the
classroom, the seed of misanthropy had been planted deep within his psyche, and
every negative experience could be used to help that seed grow. When we
visualize the concept of our “inherent nature” as an intricate sickness, then
one could carry the weight of guilt for something as untouchable as a concept
or word. It can feel hopelessly irreversible as it exists as an impersonal and
omnipresent concept rather than a personal struggle. If one were to be guilty
of something passed onto us from the moment of birth there can be irrevocable
damage to one’s conscious. This is comparable to the idea of being born with
sin, as Christians would put it, yet that is intertwined with a reward system
of heaven and hell. If one were to still hold that concept as being true yet
with no reward system it simply exists as nothing more than a self-destructive
belief system.
His story severely altered my concept of
society, for before I heard his words I was bearing the guilt he himself held
before it physically manifested itself within his body as a terminal illness.
Thru this man’s story I was able to begin the process of dissolving my
engrained misanthropy that for so many years had been detrimental to my mental
health. I do not believe in anything being an absolute, for throughout my life
I have been shown the malleable nature of our existence thru reaching out to
people as equals, no longer accessories to my personal ego and drama.
I believe human nature is a malleable
thing, that has the very accessible potential to heed its own destructive
momentum; I do not believe we are any less responsible. Awareness of the world
we’re moving thru - socially, technologically, as well as agriculturally - does
not have to equal despair. So much information is available, yet it is
overwhelming, and due to the sheer volume of options we are left choosing
nothing. The easiest decision is to regard your life as simply your own life,
and disregard your role in society. You are not on a solo mission here as we
are interdependent upon very large corporations and industries that supply us
on a daily, sometimes hourly basis. When we consciously decide to not take
responsibility for our own lives, yet isolate ourselves and call it
individuality, we become susceptible to the epidemic of apathy. When in
stagnant states of progress, we become fearful and regretful, lacking purpose
and inspiration, and looking towards our great commercial breast for
sustenance.
So, in closing I am saying this: there is
no such thing as human nature, and there is no such thing as “the end of the
world”. We must remove ourselves from the empathy cycle for the Earth as the
Earth will always overwhelm us in its ability to maintain. We must appeal to
that selfish desire for preserving our own human civilizations and the quality
of our own personal lives. The truest error is that the people supplying our
world with what is deemed necessary for survival are corrupted and often
power-mad; dominating our society and often times delivering endless additions
of hazardous materials, decreasing our quality of life up to our lifespan, the
corporate entity being the true disease of our civilization. We must redirect our hostility towards an
energetic and enthusiastic exercise of self-empowerment thru our cycle of
breaking away from the entity. When we embrace the ideas of violence, despair,
sickness, and greed we can even go so far as to embody those cancers within our
own living bodies. Awareness, true individuality, lies within the hands of community.
When we are aware of others we are in turn self-aware, confident, and a force
to be reckoned with. We can begin our evolution by simple actions such as
removing the television from our home or the groceries in our pantry that are
proven to cause cancer. We can begin with making attempts towards growing our
own food, being more social, making artwork, opening up the creativity in each
of us as individuals collectively and embracing the beautiful sides of humanity
instead of glaring out a peephole snickering with a caustic cynicism. Embrace
yourself and those around you as your people, all of us together, even if some
don’t pull their weight. Keep your eyes forward, not upon those who fall
behind. There is a beautiful society within all of us if one after another we
could simply do what we know is right.
7. MY BODY IS A GRAVEYARD
Jim Swill: words, voice, sampling.
cM: Yamaha AN-200, Korg ES-1, sampling/edits.
"you know today's world is almost
frightening"
"...cold, cold inescapable
reality"
"ten million Americans have gone
vegan..."
"pay pay pay"
"did you now that factory farming is
a leading pollutant worldwide"
"pick the product to place to pay pay..."
"the consumption of animals causes
more harm to the environment"
"no more" "torture"
"factory farming conditions"
"degradation"
"confinement" "no more" "GO VEGAN!"
"movin movin move fast fast fast"
"out complete denial of life
itself"
"what's going on?" "GO
VEGAN!"
my body is a graveyard that will bury and
exhume
all the creatures I can’t understand yet
throw them to my tomb
in which their bones are ground in my
guts; their guts strengthen my bones
as long as I can never hear them cry and
scream and moan
I shall ingest a deadly energy of
violence-born nutrition
hormones increase with syrup meats and
cloud my human vision
it’s in our brains, this scene of death,
we distance into fiction
until the gore becomes a savored piece of
grand addiction…
"We see a lot of people who are so
taken aback by what they're seeing, in terms of the gratuitous cruelty, and
they're really interested also to learn that you really don't need animal
products at all to live a healthful diet. All the nutrients that you need you
can get from plant-based sources. And
you know this is something that the majority of people walking down the street
do not agree with. They don't think animals should be gratuitously killed. See
I think people are so ignorant to these issues right now that it really just is
a matter of, you know, crossing that bridge and giving them the information and
planting the seeds. You hope..."
* reflections on “My Body Is A Graveyard”
by Jim Swill
The conception of “My Body Is A Graveyard” goes years back, referencing
one of the first pieces of pro-vegetarian propaganda I was exposed to titled
“Living Graves”. The image of your own body being a carrier of other dead
beings and body parts was in turn disturbing and personally effective, though
the Evolve Project does not advocate ‘scare tactics’ as being the most positive
and/or mentally beneficial method of propaganda.
Throughout the years we here in the
Evolve Project have addressed our stances and opinions on factory farming and
the meat industry in the poetic medium, or in specific performances, but had
yet to focus an effort towards a complete song about this topic. It is
important to address this issue carefully, personally, and intelligently as
there are multiple exceptions to any opinion of culture. There are of course
multiple cultures which have grown dependent upon animal slaughter as a way of
life, and this is the kind of thing the Evolve Project is not targeting with
our statements. We are based in the United States of America, a heavily
populated industrialized technological and agriculturally advanced society
which when common sense is applied, has no excuse for the barbaric and
primitive conditions of the meat industry. An endless stream of statistics
dealing with disease rates, cruelty, safety, economic corruption, and pollution
are not what made me personally realize the benefits of a vegetarian diet. When
it becomes more than food, and develops into an issue involving the progression
of consciousness, we can more easily digest something considered culturally
peculiar and an issue of great significance.
In this information-addicted society, we
often forget the fact that information is not education. We will not only begin
to understand the world better when we seek out personal experience over
one-dimensional information, but we will understand ourselves more clearly as
well. So though I was initially moved by a piece of propaganda, it was still
years until I began to abstain from meat and their by-products. I couldn’t
stick with the regimented mind state. When I began to initiate a routine of
vegetarianism as if I was exercising, my patience would grow thin as
vegetarianism is a humble act not worthy of gloating and not worthy of praise.
Therefore for some individuals who are seeking some sort of congratulations or
praise for their diet, they will receive no such praise and will fall off what
they would deem “the bandwagon”. To understand the benefits of vegetarianism
you must look beyond the health and exercise aspect and beyond even the act of
humanity, where a centered consistency will be revealed to you by yourself.
When we drive ourselves to extremes we will only need future extremes to
fulfill ourselves. My personal experience relative to this issue is for very
disciplined and dedicated vegans to turn back and begin a diet of heavy red
meat, dairy, and pork. When we drive ourselves to extremes we only need future
extremes to fulfill ourselves. Moderation is the cornerstone to a steady,
secure personality and mental state. Instead of being responsible over our
routines and attempting to remove the aspect of ego, we can incorporate our
whole entire lives into our strive for individuality, making something as deep
as vegetarianism a trivialized and overall fashionable accessory to our public
personality masks. Therefore exploiting the issue in the vein of commercialism,
as if it is something sexy and cool, is detrimental to the overall cause.
Vegetarianism can be one of the many steps to breaking a dependency on
corporate overseers and their compromised and often questionable goods,
inherent to corruption, such as brand monopolies and exploitation of
impoverished countries for their resources. To understand the benefits of
vegetarianism one must understand why they want to do it, not why they should
do it.
Much of my personal experience with
vegetarian propaganda has been that of issues focused upon nutritional facts
and farming conditions. The Evolve Project promotes vegetarianism and overall
healthy lifestyles as a consciousness issue, dealing with the entire experience
of a being’s physical existence and with the consciousness of our society and
public awareness. In regards to the existence of one’s being as the topic, I
personally believe in the principle of “you are what you eat” in more ways than
one. Yes we do risk absorbing bacteria, yes the pollution from the factories is
detrimental to our health, but what I feel you can absorb is the actual process
of manufacturing your animal products. I feel you absorb the horrible
conditions and the miserable pointless violence. I feel those energies are
detrimental to society; that they are what keeps our public in a desensitized
stupor. When we address the consciousness of society, we are speaking of our
potential. The possibility for a meatless society is not unrealistic by any
means. Most of the fast food consumed by thousands on a daily basis already
contains large quantities of textured vegetable protein, or TVP, a soy-based
meat replacement, though in turn too much of anything is a bad idea, including
soy.
Abstaining from animal products is truly
only the first step in your detachment from the meat industry. In many ways we
fail to grasp beyond our own lives and egos, therefore vegetarianism is simply
regarded as a dietary and health based decision. As our technology continually
advances, our western concept of reality and society remains stagnant and in
majority hedonistic. The subconscious ideal of humans’ being as a
self-proclaimed dominant species appears to directly encourage the faith in
violence as being strength, and something non-violent as being primitive,
exotic, and overall weak. Though most may never want to butcher their own pet,
the idea of death and domination are exciting concepts that contain elements of
mystery that give a person the illusion of control.
In closing, I would like to point out
that if one were to spend more time preparing their meals and not purchasing
convenience food one would see that a vegetarian diet is very affordable. As a
reiteration it is also necessary for me to address you the reader and say this
is not an issue solely based upon abstinence from flesh, but it is an issue of
self-empowerment and detachment from our very corrupt corporate dominators of
the food industries. The only way to understand what’s happening in the
vegetarian movement is to experiment with vegetarianism. We can argue the
validity of our inherent biological nature as omnivores, herbivores, or
carnivores but this is not the issue. It’s more than food; it’s about changing
for the sake of learning through self experience rather than arguments and
speculations. You are the only one who can understand what is right for
yourself.
8. RECREATE
cM: words, voice, Yamaha
AN-200, Korg ES-1, sampling/edits.
additional voices by Jim Swill, Larva
Lou, and Robert Inhuman.
Mavis Concave: additional production in
Saint Louis.
"Breaking people across from seeing
themselves as one-dimensional and having no potential to being almost anything
they want to be and those things don't always have to agree in the usual
accepted way."
"accurate portrayal"
"accurate portrayal"
"Your main focus should be on
love."
we are what we create - we create
everything we are
yes we are what we create - we create
everything we are
"all forms"
"he believes in magick
that if you say a thing it's true"
"you" "you see for
yourself"
"you you you you" "fight like
hell to make it true"
"all forms" "evolve"
"right now"
"you you"
"fight like hell to make it true"
"all forms"
"evolving" "right now"
"you see for yourself"
"all forms" "evolve"
"you" "right now"
"fight like hell to make it true"
"all forms" "evolve"
"right now"
"all forms"
"evolving" "right now" "opening up"
"to all the latent powers of the
individual"
"the relativity of all"
"forms" "change"
* The Wheel Turns Forward
Once there was a young man who worked at
the stables. He was heart-broken and a knot of hair was shoved inside where his
heart had been. The stables were not particularly clean, but he worked there
anyway. He fed the horses hay as procedure of the day. A far away throb of
human passion. His injured mind like a dying insect. The language of his time a
diatribe of manicured allegiance: sliced up human tongues to fill the waste
basket full.
When he actually left the stables there
was a whole new world out there. A world he had never known about or grasped
somehow. He got caught up suffocating and almost drowned in it. He met a crow
one day and that crow became his life raft. He became the body of a beast to be
one too. The guidance of flight became his one and true salvation. His interest
in the crow was not a selfish one. He was not a man, he was a crow, and he had
been a crow for as long as he could possibly remember. The magnificence of
flight, it overwhelmed him, and the stables then were not of his concern.
9. BECOMING SOMETHING ELSE AS WE SPEAK
cM: voices, Yamaha AN-200,
sampling.
“What are any of us here to do to evolve evolve evolve...”
breathing as the buses go by …in the
morning and its sunlight:
why oh why oh why NOT WAIT
…the stretches…
* This particular track represents the unity
in all things talking. It is the fundamental break down of the word where as
all communicated sound becomes language. There are new discoveries always
within our reach. We are one with the body of the universe completely whole.
The barriers and distinctions of the mind are merely passing fancy. We are
medium-walkers and the whole picture awaits us at the end of time. Our entire
world is derived from language. It is created solely from the thoughts we
choose to enter and the words we choose to speak. Choose to think and speak
what matters now. If we have to say something like “Walmart”
for instance, then let's say it like it's the dirtiest word we can imagine.
Change the meaning of that word to “slavery” and re-engage the focus now. We
can build a future beyond the walls and barriers of offered doubt. We are now
the future, hearing newness, seeing always with the newest eyes. We are the now
lens which scopes the eternity of broadcast earth. Cave paintings blend with
the static of the modern age. Red skylines shut with skeleton doors forever
seeming big but failing. Just more steam escaping in the street at night. Cold
and lonesome saxophones like bitter wind. Full moon bright and brittle in the
hollow sky. Shattered streetlights like Christmas snow I remember as a child. I
glance at some trees that gather in a distant world where there is a silence
and a beauty we all so desperately are seeking. The longing to return to soil
is captured in the echoes of the dead. Ghost tape recorded for the sacred of
the nowness one.
* Evolve 2009
10. SHIPS WITHIN SHIPS
Jim Swill: words, voice, tapes.
cM: keyboard,
sampling/edits.
our hands outstretched:
thru technology we channel the human
spirit
but manifest a curse of mechanical decay
within the process of replicating
ourselves
in plastic and metal:
for the only doppelganger
would be the image of cancer
as beautiful cosmos expand and dissolve
and our tides pull and push evolutionary
pools
we disguise our fragility
in our ability to dominate and torture
carnal smiles; open welts of iron whips
and imaginations gagged with poison
medicines
do not let these devices control you
for they are merely extremities of the
flesh
though your body may frighten you
though you feel bound to skin and bone
you are not a simple organism
nor a divine machine of pulsating muscle
we are vessels; we are channels
we are ships within ships
unaware of where the ocean ends…
“building the steel skeletons of
skyscrapers…”
YouTube: Icon Generator
YouTube, like any other tool of cultural mass
media, can be used as a tool of manipulation. It can potentially capture focus
and leave our human potential in a dormant state. However, like the television,
radio, etc. these internet channels can be used as functional tools of
disruption against the manipulative process of media control. Utilizing the
cut-up method (pioneered by Brion Gysin
and William Burroughs) small fragments of audio or video are cut-up and then
rearranged to form new states of time and mind. These new realities are formed
from bits and pieces of the former pre-program. The linear information received
was of a one-dimensional nature. By re-arranging, mixing up, and scrambling
this information we can break thru into the multi-dimensional universal
awareness of all thoughts: NOW.
At the Evolve Project we feel that the
cut-up or collage process provides "clarity-disruption". It is a
disruptive, chaotic, and even random process, but it provides our minds with a
sense of clarity. By turning the process of manipulation against itself, we
thus achieve appropriate focus in a culture saturated with the language of mass
media (pre-programmed control mechanisms of modern societal hype) we recognize…
and (Counter Curse)
Control is a force of power beyond human
comprehension and reasoning. It is like a virus that infects the free potential
birth right of all us Earth beings. Essentially what I'm getting at is that it
is all up to us; we are all free, and we can decide to form a new reality from
the inherent pre-program.
Much of the sample material contained
within this CD was harvested from large portions of YouTube
cut-ups executed by Colin Murray and Jim Swill in the winter leading into 2009.
YouTube was utilized as an icon generator. We view YouTube as the ultimate access to our collective memory of
cultural mass media, to be rearranged, and manipulated to better suit our needs
as evolving humans. The program was established in us long ago. It's just a
matter now of how to manipulate and utilize the potential of the program to
further explore human consciousness and enter into new states of both time and
mind. CUT-UPS…
* Evolve 2009
11. CLEARANCE SALE AT THE MALL
cM: sampling/edits.
"this is ridiculous; I’m worth more
than a couple baskets of corn… or am I?"
"too weak to live; too cowardly to
die"
"but if we are to continue in
machine subservience our slavery is more complete than was our bondage to the
king"
"too weak to live; too cowardly to
die" "too weak to live; too cowardly to die"
"too weak to live; too cowardly to
die" "when you wish upon a star…"
* dream wake
snarling boys - fearsome teeth
factory impulse - dead on impact
car crash - straight to the imagined vein
left alone - to finish thumbing home
no details - brush away
fading glimpses - evidence and dust to
scatter
shelf upon - such placement
matters - break.
12. OVER AND OUT
Jim Swill: voice.
cM: edits.
suspect and convenient
officer and convenient
I I I don't know what I’m gonna do
suspect and relaxing
officer and relaxing
sergeant we copy; over and out...
13. RECONSTITUTE DIVISIONS
cM: Fruity Loops, tapes,
sampling/edits.
"Break your mental fetters says
anarchism to man. For not until you think and judge for yourself can we get rid
of the domination of darkness; the greatest obstacle to all progress."
"…to overcome… "
14. (yes is) BIGGER THAN THE CITY
DJ Yes: scratching.
cM: programming.
recorded live by Robert Inhuman in 2005.
15. DESTROYED ECOSYSTEMS
DJ
Yes: tapes, scratching.
cM: tapes.
(recorded live to cassette in 2006)
"...love love
love love love that I’m feelin?"
* Earth vibration tones
song sung it - fall from radio skies
red lights blinking on a scant horizon
starved farmland of American waste
styrofoam cups and magic-marker
lipstick
from trash can puddles - scavengers we
gather up
forgotten ancestors - wheat fields waving
in the western mind - plummeting star
skies
UFO’s and satellites
the twisted mirror - the shattered
pavement
dust passing thru a skeleton's hand
howling winds that are simply now to
murmur
changing lanes on a darkened highway
night
16. OATMEAL NEWSPAPER
DJ Yes: scratching, tapes, beat.
cM: words, voice.
(recorded live to cassette in 2005, on
Riddle Road)
I tire of this dense atmosphere of commercial
shit
fuck political rampage wasting my spit
the mind is free today - they have no
security
their iron tanks could never save me
their sharpened blades could never lay me
down
there is no killing when fear's not
around…
17. MOLESTED CHURCH BELL
cM: tapes, field
recordings, sampling/edits.
"You as an individual maybe can do
very little but you can join with others."
*
mangled school children in soup lines
fed a breakfast newsprint - malnourished
indulgence
breaking all our backs - like bread and
bridges
buttered toast and jam - whisper whips
and comfort chains of life
zoological pedestrians in gathered flesh
coats
propped up dolls in stained glass
meandering storefronts
smell of death from perfume counter
socialites
smell of burnt plastic watches left in
the sun to melt
the orthodox parade - maggot swarming
anatomy
wholesome coated championship belt
18. BIG CITY HOPE AND INVOICE DREAMS
cM: Yamaha AN-200,
sampling/edits.
"An ordinary scene, an ordinary
city, for thousands of ordinary people…"
19. PUNCTURED LUNG
cM: voice, tapes,
sampling/edits.
Freak-One: trance voice and words.
"it's a much brighter picture"
"a small beam of light against a
mirror."
"and society more than extreme
volcanic disturbances"
"an another one and another one and
another one"
a locked up institutional motherfuckin grid is covered with wires
putting me inside of a prison every time
I enter a building…
20. CASUAL RAPE AS LUNCHROOM GOSSIP
cM: tape cut-ups.
(Cooking for a dead game show host was
quietly my pleasure please. Turn the dial louder on the telly
so the kids won't talk. "I think I fed the dog last week but who knows?
Who cares, right? He's dying anyway like us. All of us dead together. Your
mother and your father and your kids." Rusted anatomy shoved in to line
the closet walls. Wrapping paper bandits crucified vindictively. New
merchandise made for the shelves of Babylon. Santa Claus is now a breakfast
cereal sex offender and he uses a Pop Tarts package to rape a little girl. A
lawyer's sent from General Mills to set things straight. Melting wax rubber
walls; the faucet drips. You are not my mother and I am not your son anymore. I
am a stranger in a strange land and I am dead like ghosts are. Rotten soul
exposed for the picking of the compost vultures. No time; no memory; no longer
here nor there nor anywhere really. Engagement with the now is a necessary and
discerning trust. The universe it opens. My mind it opens too. Flashing colors
and infinite gateways open. They call this crazy, but look at the world in
which the term "crazy" is compared to.)
21. LEATHERBOUND ROMANCE NOVEL
cM: words, voice, Yamaha
AN-200, keyboard, tapes, sampling/edits.
Jim Swill: additional voice, words (exert
from Intrusive Elements)
"earth" "a new idea"
"right now / right now"
"earth" "a new idea"
"right now / right now"
she's the type of woman who's resigned
herself to slow defeat
looking very pretty there's a number on
her days
a virus of transaction, she has
manufactured aids
it’s dark days we livin
in, things are futile
they say that they are humans but man
theses folks is brutile
I don't know about that, I don't know
about that
I don't know about that, I don't know
about that
we pre-programmed livin
in dark dangerous times
they say that it's the truth but it's
really just a lie
the police of democracy futilely die
we build beyond that, we build beyond
that
when everyone is thinkin
they the only ones alive
the Earth gets ravaged, it vanish and it
dies
evolve now brothers, evolve now's the
time
the thoughts of renewal will cleanse this
planet’s mind
we will will will we will will survive
we break down these walls, and everybody
calls
freedom to institutionalized marginalized
youth on the street, hungry eyes begging for
food to eat
sanctuary or retreat
institutional walls crumbling on and on
fumbling mind fumbling thoughts is gone
one path is lighted directed strong
and we feel this cosmic unity pulse in
the center strong
we just go on and on, we just go on and
on
we just on and on and on and on
"and now the guiding lights"
"orange orange lemon yellow"
"get a powerful start today"
"balanced breakfast"
"get it on" "does a body
good" "hot hot hot
hot hot hot"
"the taste of real fruit"
"hot hot hot hot hot hot"
heat wraps ex-boyfriend
therapist bills box mirror therapy
other plumber statement television
regression ex-boyfriend
bank litter therapy ticket
hydra therapy boss aroma therapy
retreats war acupressure massage
IRS car pool telephone traffic
22. CUT ME UP WITH RAZORS
cM: sampling, cut-ups.
Want something from McDonalds? / paper
cement / dog semen / fuck trophy / gotta big ol' grandpa hard-on swinging for another World War II /
batter up / stiff as birthday cake candle wax all melted / crying cuz that Barbie doll you wanted got thrown out the window /
momma yellin at daddy / daddy yellin
back "I hope you crash the fuckin car this
time!" really off the track / I wish I was a whore or a junkie or
something man at least those people know what their problems are / starving
like a puppy in the street / I want things simple again / basic / pain / I want
to be a woman and have a bunch of boys line up and pay to fuck me / I want to
be connected with the same general experience of pain I learned about from Old
Yeller movies. First time Batman radio with built in shotgun applause and run
away Thomas The Tank Engine gravy train stopped short of total famine.
"Shot a deer for the first time yesterday." Cold stony silence, the
refrigerator hums, eggs and bacon sizzle, cold milk pours slowly into a glass.
"Yep, that's right, mom was so proud of me she gave me a hand job in the
garage while daddy wasn't looking, but I think he knew anyways. He knows all
kinds of things, like how to kill a deer, and skin it and shit. I can't wait to
pop off in a whore. That's what he says we're gunna
do next weekend. That's right you heard me. He's gunna
take me ta downtown, I’m a gonna
pop off inside one of them young whores, the youngest whore we can find, and
afterwards he said he'd take me up to Burger King." And the whore is me
and the whore is you and the whore is him and her. All of us are whores you see
we all get fucked together.
23. PRIMETIME TELEVISION
Freak-One: freestyle voice.
cM: Fruity Loops, voice,
tapes, sampling/edits.
Jim Swill: tapes.
"over population"
(incantation for biggest rain)
keep the hysteria going - like bread
keeps flowin
and flowin and flowin and everybody dying
why the fuck is you cryin?
can't find no more - blood and guts is on
the floor
cuz I’m lappin
thru the patience of pain
and the disdain that body has come to
obtain
from many a many a many a many a
different night
of the same shit - all the time
but it's a different day and it's a
different dollar
get your shit straight - don't holla - act and contemplate
when I bust these rhymes
I bust thru many times and zones and
astral planes
walking thru doors that rearrange the
time space continuum
quantum physics is gripping my innards
and splashin em
24. TRAPPED VOICES GRINDING IN THE GEARS
OF TIME
Jim Swill: tapes.
DJ Yes: scratching, tapes.
cM: microphone, Boss DD-5
pedal.
[primarily] recorded live by Robert
Inhuman in 2005.
"1 2 3 4 5"
"You end up on those news shows so
often…"
25. METHADONE SPELLING BEE CONTESTANT
cM: tape cut-ups,
sampling.
Jim Swill: tape cut-ups.
Accept One, by Jim Swill (performed with
Evolve Project at the Contemporary Art Center, Cincinnati 2009)
Acceptance.
There is no such thing as individual.
There is no such thing as weird.
There is no such thing as depressing.
All of these categories are devised as
alienation from the sense of oneness.
Those voices in your mind are you,
because you are not one.
You are many within one body.
Your creativity is the psychic
plagiarist, but fear not, for theft is beautiful
when it is enabled to repeat the message
of acceptance.
Though some are infected and some are too
far gone
you are most likely not if you have found
yourself reading these words.
Love is not meant for us.
Hate is not meant for us.
We are the individual, the weird, the
depressing, the shadows,
and the schizophrenic, the honest, and
the outside, but truly there is no such thing.
We are all another one .
We are all one another.
And we have no business in violence;
psychic or physical.
We can accept the most radical and that
radical is simply the acceptance of the one.
26. GRAVEYARD SHIFT
cM: words, voice, Yamaha
AN-200.
recorded live by Matt Shultz in Detroit,
January 2009.
"…born in the USA…"
pop pop pop yo they always the same
they paint the block red and they always
the same
the police fire back and they always the
same
they always at war; they always insane
man man man we gotta get to a higher
plane
gotta get it get it get it to
a higher plane
man man man we gotta get to a higher
plane
gotta get it get it get it to
a higher plane
stripped down women in the belly of the
beast
cold clammy fingers and cracked toenail
feet
split lips and smiles fall deep beneath
and stars bloom like flowers in dead city
streets
men shakin they
shadow they flow swift from brick
and fade to the streetlights slick
twisted kiss
dead men are dancing full circle rounds
in cities like angels with thorn-woven
crowns
block hurdles blood in curls down the
street
it gathers in puddles like raindrops that
beat
sheet white by sheet and beat single beat
a broken-winged bird with thin gristle
teeth
pound heavy rain drip drop on my mind
and pound the thick jungle of barbwire
vines
my head begins swelling sharp blood of
pain
cascades from a sunset and soothes me insane
false moon in sky the twice jaded eye
lights broken bottles and short steps in
stride
dressed drop of dribbles and slick
tongues that tie
all that's once living must claim earth
and life
pop pop pop yo they always the same
they paint the block red and they always
the same
the police fire back and they always the
same
they always at war - they always insane
man man man we gotta get to a higher
plane
gotta get it get it get it to
a higher plane
man man man we gotta get to a higher
plane
gotta get it get it get it to
a higher plane
27. THE NUMBER OF DEAD MEN IN A WAR
cM: tape cut-ups,
sampling.
"10-10 thousand"
They gather us in numbers, rally us in
groups, held out hands apocalypse, become the mite of brutes. We are forever shackled
to the language of the mad / paying homage to an ownership that man has never
had. The stars will plummet / trees will bloom / ocean's chaos / rise up soon.
The separate layers / fold and crease / the deficit is lost / release. Rise and
plummet / set to sail / broad horizons / final nail. Hammer down the rooftops
of the urban incomplete. Separated boxes of our own unique defeat. Living death
mask / make no change / become the death mask / rearrange / laid out coffins /
set to sail / cost effective / final nail. Suicide's an actor when he plays
across the screen / the pantomime of death becomes a youthful pleasure dream.
We crawl inside the caves of commerce / humph down deep inside / as Madagascar
insects / will infest our living pride. Dissolve into epiphany / regret
becoming numb / count up all the bank vault numbers / extract the total sum.
The merging of the root and flesh / all will merge / so one is left. The beings
of Earth / the circle whole / the river's raging / ocean's full. The guardians of
truth and spirit plant what seeds are left / to counteract Monsanto’s mantra
living death. The famine and the plague they spread on wings of guarded steel /
the massacre engaged in full to make another meal. Hungry men around this world
they live on rice and salt / while bloated westerners are wasting the abundance
that results. Hung up flags of disrepair / the living death mask / no one
cares. We enter in the gateway and we all become the same and we accept another
focus that abstracts our living pain. The final curtain / one more nail /
living death mask / set to sail.
28. TICKLE-ME-ELMO GASMASK
Jim Swill: tape cut-ups.
cM: tape cut-ups.
* something overheard in the boardroom…
The lights go out and human suffering unwinds like a ball of string.
"The holocaustic kittens look so cute; let's give them little Nazi hats. I
bet they’d look a lot cuter if we modified their genetics so they never grow
again. Forever kittens built with programmed expiration dates. The kittens
could be given motor oil to improve their coats. We could manufacture them so
all they eat is plastic; adapt them so all they breathe is smog; their
instincts vanished. The human model is being developed as we speak. Resistance
to control will no longer be an issue after we properly modify the will. Make
the human body accepting of our poisons. Multiply the tasks of living death
medicine. Manipulate the mind so it is more agreeably suited to the default
program."
29. NEVER SAY NEVER
DJ Yes: beats, scratching.
cM: sampling/edits.
[primarily] recorded live by Robert
Inhuman in 2005.
"earth earth"
"can be maintained in a living state."
"earth earth"
"it's a much brighter picture"
"the game of life"
"civilization" "change"
30. COMPOST HEAP
cM: words, voice, Yamaha
AN-200, Korg ES-1, hand claps, synth,
tapes, sampling/edits.
skylines beneath the weight of transacted
gold
crush the menial indentured servant’s
soul
stop watch we all in prison
if you don't believe me then just look
how we livin
we gotta get
out of the shackles we been in
a reality's your own device - life's what
you make it
a permanent price - cost tag effective -
natural selective
never get to the next level - unless we
direct it
that's motivation tactics take your turn
suffer such boredom maybe you'll learn
to break those shackles down
unplug your mind frame
and put your roots back in the ground
victory garden approach
when we grow our own food again
our slavery becomes ethereal as ghosts
we believe in the future here
and if you don't you can go ahead
and snivel with your sarcastic peers
we're not hearin
you right now
cuz we're focused on what
is a much brighter sight
the future's here, the future's here,
NOW, NOW
the future's here, the future's here,
NOW, NOW
the future's here, the future's here,
NOW, NOW
the future's here, the future's here…
that's all in the past and we're never
going back
although televised media want us flat on
our back
so they can assume the dominate position
but if we erase that mind frame
get past stereotypes they want us to live
in
as they passively infect our dreams
televised media whispers a scream
cast they black magick
casually clean
out in the open where they can not be
seen
but you ain't
the only one who's noticed they tricks
you ain't the
only one who's got more than an itch
it's change time coming soon
skeleton skyscraper collide with the moon
raining plastic fragment clouds
coliseum crowds wrapped in they shrouds
inhumanity take a break
revive the planet we can not escape
we all gotta
live with the mistakes that's made
we interconnected right until the grave
the capitalist model needs to be replaced
your brother's your brother - he is not
your slave
the future's here, the future's here,
NOW, NOW
the future's here, the future's here,
NOW, NOW
the future's here, the future's here,
NOW, NOW
the future's here, the future's here…
"most people prefer to live in the
age just behind them…"
"change change
change change change"
"evolving evolving"
"time" "opening up"
"evolving evolving"
"right now"
"evolving evolving"
"right now"
"evolving evolving"
"time time" "opening up"
"evolving evolving"
"right now"
"evolving evolving"
"time" "opening up"
"evolving evolving"
"right right right
now"
"evolving evolving
evolving"
"Agent Orange, Kraft Macaroni and
Cheese, Spagetti-Os, Little Hug Juice Boxes, Phillip
Morris, Donald Duck, Mickey Mouse…"
"civilization"
"civilization" "civilization" "civilization"
"crystal meth,
energy drink, Rock Star Energy Drink, Pizza Hut…"
"civilization"
"civilization" "civilization" "civilization"
31. DEFAULT-PROGRAM-FILE-DELETE
cM: words, voice, Yamaha
AN-200, Korg ES-1, keyboard, tapes, sampling/edits.
yeah in these days of primordial fun -
dumb dollar elected sum
benificer factor barely one -
held to the throat of the local gun
more police sirens someone - plummet the
deaf and the dumb
we all broken we run - we get a chance to
get beyond
these institution walls - they crumble
and fall
and we move on to the next level
skyscrapers become as insignificant as
pebbles
the total sum - benificer
factor barely one
is this what life is all about
severed legality floundering trout
we all in prison one and the same
whether placed on a stage or locked in a
cage
the real journey begin when death
doorstep knocking
indifferent birth to get the cradle
rocking
one and the same
they say that they triumph but what do
they gain
and they say that they win but what does
that mean
when we surrender all our humanity for
just a little bit of that green
no more going thru the motions
no more pre-programmed notions
fully conscious actions now
get beyond they mind wash focus now
the word is mightier than the sword, the
gun, the flame
the broken barrier - the soul remain
"It's a much brighter picture…"
"…that's why gardens must be both
planted and harvested."
32. BUDGET CUTS
cM: tape cut-ups, field
recordings, sampling/edits.
"A bunch of punk rockers started comin up hangin with us and
partying amongst black and latinos and everybody
thought it was going to be some type of racial violence and this and that but
as uncle George Clinton said ‘one nation under the groove."
"Did you ever partake in that?"
"It's always crumbling on itself
more and more at the base; it's like building new layers faster than it can
fall."
"It’s a whole new way of life."
"We'll be back next week at this same time…"
*
But if this world is a drama and nothing
more than a lighted stage, what are you? The conductor, the stage hand, the
performer?
I do not truly know because unlike the actor
I can see my audience, unlike the conductor I am not in control of the content
and the actors’ relationships on such a stage, and unlike a stage hand I am
present when the lights hit.
So you are not in control yet not
performing?
Exactly! These solid stages, lights, and
curtains are not as real as the paintjob would lead you to believe. It’s as if
our bodies were merged with the stage with those lights shining bright as
supernovas and the curtains are like skin that when pulled back their threads reveal
all the magic from within.
Magic you say? As in some indecipherable
forces beyond my realm of reason?
No, but the truest will of reason so true
as air you breathe their apparency makes a
transparency. You are searching too hard.
33. NEW ORBIT
Freak-One: trance freestyle voice.
cM: synth,
Yamaha AN-200.
as organic matter - no matter what
they're composed of
decomposing recomposing
one milli-second
has been the existence
and I don't feel any joy pain bliss
ecstasy or loneliness
all I feel is all of it - becuz confusion is the delusion of emotion
when I look straight straight
straight into the god
I never even made movements on this Earth
it was a whole 'nother
orbit and I’m goin back
34. STARING AT A STONE REFLECTION
cM: voice, tape cut-ups.
I am I am I am …stand above this city not
succumbing
I am I am I am …fly above this life
that's not becoming
we we we …oh I live for the corporations I live for the
corporations and no one else around me and surrounds me and can never feel the
same. You know what I’m saying? It echoes against the barriers of the mind and
you have to get beyond it to know yourself.
we we we get there - we get there, we get there
and it's without their pre-programmed
reasoning
it's without their schools it's without
their jobs
it's without their money, you know what
I’m saying?
We exist in this here and now. And if you
can't hear this here and now you might as well turn off the CD. You might as
well turn off the recording becuz it's all the same
then. committed committed committed
to this reality
That’s all the same. “ya
yah ya yah ya yah ya yah I think that would be a little bit irritating
Jonathan.
ya yah ya
yah ya yah ya yah…”
35. DOUBLE-EDGED SWORD
DJ Yes: tape cut-ups, records, loops.
cM: microphone, Boss DD-5
pedal.
recorded live by Robert Inhuman in Muncie
Indiana, 2006.
"…double-edged sword…"
36. LITTLE MERMAID IS MY WIFE
cM: tape cut-ups.
Jim Swill: tape cut-ups.
*
edit your world
see what you want to see now
as we are
infinite
we take the plunge
the infiltrators can not stop us
their bullets can not harm us
nothing on this Earth is true
it is all permitted as Brion Gysin details in “The
Process”
we are transient beings
medium-walkers
programmed by our DNA which gradually
unravels
new molecules create a gradual acceptance
and have a neutralizing effect on monarch
control
we spill forth in the streetz
to start a riot
large party demographic tape recorders
cut-up tapes played for the police to
make them docile
and understanding of a different state of
mind
bread-winning shotgun applause
vacuum cleaners
a trip to hell:
(an overpriced novelty birthday card
a photo of Jesus bought from the flea
market
your dead dog when you were three years
old
the first time you came
your parents fucking
ancient Egypt as portrayed on National
Geographic magazine circa 1984
crowded airplanes headed for South
America
color photographs in the newspaper
stock footage from the Korean War
pornographic Archie comics
grandma's funeral
bagpipes until the radio cuts out
then thunder and bowling alley ambience
and drinking beers
"we're fucked up..."
waiting for another day:
heroin Flintstone pills
Velvet Underground and Nico
CIA conspiracies circulate like mix tapes
crack cocaine for every puppy at the
pound
Euthanasia pancakes
vagina ham the same as Easter Sunday
great mountain fuck of a cupcake
Snickers bar colon cleanse kit
white sugar / white flour compost heap
nothing growing on the other side of
Harlem
who let the doves go?
folded in a lover's hands at sunset
smash more heroin needles in the fading
light
arcade games Monster energy drinks
jukebox playing Madonna’s “Material Girl”
death wax silence
sealed in tombs of comfort as we melt
all of us together
we shut our mouths
learn proper manners
and delicate procedures
the evening news
the dog barks
ham is ready
dinner
eat.
37. LAUGH TRACK FOR THE END OF TIME
cM: words, voice, Yamaha
AN-200, synth, Boss DD-5, tapes, sampling/edits.
"years before the coliseum in
Rome…"
"for the temperature is just above
freezing…"
"and light as a feather…"
"the deep sea is like a
desert…"
"…if you don't dream you'll go fuckin crazy and you'll die!"
not sharing the blessings - but eating
the fruit that we steal
where's you're next meal coming from -
decapitation
mesmerized and dumb - we all one body
succumb
when the universe enters the sun
turn to the next page - when this is done
scorched earth and burning - occupants
numb
funds funneled from the lumberyards
administration of savage apes in charge
thirsty gasoline pump to fill - still now
to the beat rocks
covered in sweat shaking in socks
I’m scared to go on mommy
as toppled churches fall sublimely
calm and rewind me - take me back to the
absolute essence
before lonesome concrete - invaded my
presence
making me numb - not an equation - less
than a sum
ONE...
38. DIVINE MADNESS AS A GROUP HUG
cM: voice, Fruity Loops,
sampling.
"You have to go out of your mind.
You have to go out of all the static symbolic ways in which you think."
39. HOPE FOR A NEW BRITISH CENTURY
cM: tape cut-ups, radio,
sampling/edits.
Jim Swill: tape cut-ups.
" To burn down a very substantial
part of your capital city dispossess a population that was always prone to
riots and to be rather unsavory."
"changing your oil" "today
Barrack O--" "people"
40. CLEAR CHANNEL =
cM: Fruity Loops, radio,
sampling.
"…and we participate in the
redemption of the human spirit and that after all is what it's really all
about."
41. PARTIALLY HYDROGENATED DEATH MARCH
cM: tape cut-ups, sampling/edits.
Jim Swill: tape cut-ups, robot voices.
"Kentucky Fried Chicken, partially
hydrogenated soybean oil, high fructose corn syrup, NFL, CIA, FBI, X-box, Playstation, Ku Klux Klan…"
"hit it hit it hit it..."
42. KU KLUX KLAN’S NIGHTLY NEWS PROGRAM
cM: voice cuts/edits.
+ some random dude Freak worked with at a
temp job: beat sequencing.
43. HOLLOYWOOD HOLOCAUST SUMMER CAMP FUN
cM- sampling/edits.
"cold inescapable reality…"
"Thanks to Hollywood this country
refuses to face what happened to Indian people…"
"sucka / sucka / sucka / sucka / sucka…" "when
you wish upon a star…"
44. CELEBRATION DEATH RITUAL (LOVE)
cM: words, voice, Yamaha
AN-200.
love love love love why is it out there?
take it around until linguistics bend and
civilization meets it's certain end
one robot out on the assembly line make
his mark stark as the heart
that removes apart
love love love love why is it out there?
45. POTATO FAMINE
cM: field recording from
Ireland 2008, tape cut-ups, edits.
"…got me a chalk outline. Got me a
chalk outline. Got me a chalk outline."
Dublin Poem #2
city dwellers -
existence in a stone barracks for life
renegade triumphant
clash with mother nature's roots of soft
caress
in distant longing
we push towards unimaginable goals
stiff posture bending for a backwards
train
to meet the demands of clocking wrist
watch pulses
winding thru a maze of streets
until suddenly we call out home somewhere
we are acrobats on a stage before a
clanging bell
a solemn reminder of the hours passing
hesitate and blink we surely vanish
thin air becomes the medium in which we
move
solid limbs reaching up towards heaven
never reaching
as we settle in the dust of once a home
struck with air-conditioned gold and
motors humming
out into the vacant spaces we create
distance further until the universe it
folds around us
and a cosmic mother offers up her milk
light patterns streaming thru one's head
then all is brilliant
and shredded building drift into the wind
46. I AM EXCITED ABOUT MY LIFE
I AM NOT A SLAVE
I AM IN CONTROL
(repeat…)
Jim Swill: lead voice.
cM: Korg
ES-1, Yamaha AN-200, flag and nudity.
100+ of Cincinnati's finest: chant…
taperecorded live 31 August 2009 at
Bunk Spot in Cincinnati Ohio by Robert Inhuman.