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think of higher things

by adam griffen

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1.
the engineer 04:14
rough mood beautiful morning in lieu of mourning I embrace all this decay how is the dream unraveling? been having soft traveling saw the picture knew you’d been there aftermath recurring framework unfolding could you be the engineer?
2.
astronomer or piano tuner ride with me through that brick wall sooner or later like a ghost we pass through time zones with a random cuckoo through the glass with a squealing sound say hello am I dreaming now? cut the wires that hold us down float away homeward bound
3.
there is a depth behind the eyes that only comes from reflection in bold relief, untold release sweetly circumvent perfection right to the heart, clean to the quick see this life in section I have a pool in my head of elegant misapprehension it all evaporates before my vacant stare a blurry afterimage hanging in the air then it all comes down… it all comes down to the way she moves static beauty doesn't move me like the line drawn by the tilting of her head she speaks a melody directly to part of me I thought of as dead waves in slo-mo shake me in sympathetic (somatic) mimicry the bitter taste in my mouth anchors the sound in memory I turn away, you talk to me but I'm not there encircled by the curve she traces in the air then it all comes down… it all comes down to the way she moves
4.
homunculus 04:38
why not you why not me another boom and be set free ripped from the head lines cannot be crossed we know just how you like your cookies tossed a sell-abrasion with the cracker-fire cracklin’ rat racing on the fastest wire buy it here light it now celebrate the mite upon your brow do you see god as cosmic homunculus? an agent of apparent arbitrariness see your god as cosmic homunculus and consent to parental arbitrariness the old one-two for the bourgeoisie with a bigger screen you can really see sharper lines crisp flesh tones you’ll want to reach out and touch the bones you’ll want to eat you’ll want to drive to get your honey fresh from the hive a busy worker to be fulfilled put a buzz on there’s time to kill Major Matt Mason taught me what to show simulated progress simulacra are go we have cognition empto ergo sum question absorbancy ‘n book the king a room anthropomorphic prince appalled victory was his but there’s no business at all like the ol’ prole biz can’t say no to the lure of the bother and fuss we have met the enemy and he is us
5.
if you could be persuaded if you can bear the brunt of my indirect behavior and barelt detectable stunts it wouldn't be the first time i barged in on the throes of doubt but the last thing i want to do now is to freak you out if my explicitly simplistic missive missed the mark you can come down now, i'll find another tree up which to bark if i built a bridge, a door, a backyard installation for my heart could you cross, walk through, admire and not be torn apart for lighting candles in the rain fodder for the arts carry that torch, tool, the trick is not minding that it smarts
6.
i didn't know a touch on the nose could tell me so much n'est plus la même chose there's and old book that needs to be closed you could write a new one and i would trust you to be bold i hear what you're saying now i wanna see your lips move did i hear you praying for the gentle ones? now there's a righteous storm brewing inside you the breeze is warm on my ear a caress great humble dreams walking into the morning joy unbounded still, without form
7.
is something missing if you don't drive me crazy? in the throes of irrational craving i don't want to give in, but i'm caving why the heck not tied in a heart string i know i shouldn't be doing the right thing shaving fairies with Occam's razor falling into a pit of favor sacrifice or imbalance hormonal what does a guy have to do to be normal? you can be stripped of your inalienable rights hovering threat if the oddball is too bright drugs to help you fit in, be productive bigger patterns must not be deducted
8.
rarefaction 05:07
momentum square of velocity thrown together diffraction reveals inner structure a deep fraction tunnel through rarefaction simplest question interlocking a clue rotating forthcoming upwelling spherical wave compression and rarefaction frere jacque ensues are you sleeping? global pillow sound refracting listen, sinking to the core expanding in seven directions rarefaction
9.
slip into the old routine clicking whirring thought machine 40 years to turn the tide bright idea on a dark slide think of higher think of higher things casting a pall over old so long casting call for the part so wrong casting light through the Sturm und Drang casting doubt on the whole shebang life is sweet but sometimes indigestible in pursuit of a dream, sometimes we're insufferable true to yourself and/or truly incorrigible making a stand on moral ground indefensible eyed with suspicion, eyed with lust vied for position, violated trust face was saved, butt was covered shit went down while the angels hovered
10.
where are you hiding my foolish angel of fear? treading on the slippery will human trials of freedom pill why are you laughing my dour harbinger of doom? hounding seven basking seals slipping on banana peels who are you teaching my lone doppelganger of pep? public hanging at the mall half again is twice as small how are you paying my glittering rocker of pride? give your shoes for industry hold an old time thrashing bee when will you get there my beatnik messiah of shame? half developed coffee crush conflationary theory pushed what are you made of my little boy bullseye of trust? badger guts and gecko feet marinated in defeat now are you lusting my dogged nose-grinder of care? hanging out the pirate sheet ululating in the street
11.
celebrate the bittersweet because the cold's not pain and the pain's not cold can you let go of the suffering that built your soul tell me true and i'll be true to what i don't know shiver down my spine muscular contractions generating heat celebrate the bittersweet because the cold's not pain and the pain's not cold i'm crushing this illusion i'm calling in the keepers it's all energy celebrate the bittersweet because the cold's not pain and the pain's not cold
12.
dissolution & fertility bluster & tranquility disappointment & new liberty distraction & possibility all blown away all scattered wonder & incredulity hopefulness & delusion randomness & uniformity definition & conclusion all blown away all scattered gender & sexuality symmetry & duality importance & necessity voila! & open sesame all blown away all scattered critique & parody gravity & levity haunting & memory orbit & escape all blown away all scattered the old familiar alien exit as we enter paradise & utopia there is no more center all blown away all scattered

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released March 14, 2004

words, tunes, sounds, production, graphics by adam griffen

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adam griffen Bellingham, Washington

adam griffen- experimental folk pop.

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