Hum Antenna

by rADio eNd

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Black Device 09:05
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Paraleipsis 05:02
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released July 7, 2021

Musique par rADio eNd

sous licence creative commons CC BY-NC-SA 4.0


Membres intervenant dans l'album sur tous les morceaux :

Peter Hope

peter-hopes-explodingmind.bandcamp.com

Studio 112

studio112.bandcamp.com

Ed End

ello.co/ed_end

Konejo sur le morceau Paraleipsis

https://konejo.bandcamp.com/



Dédié à toutes les pionnières et pionniers psychédéliques
qui se sont libérés de la prison d'acier.



Remerciement spécial à Luna Menta pour son aide sur Gravity's Rainbow.



Liste des morceaux

01. Attention Span

02. Black Device

03. Impolex part 1

04. Paraleipsis 

05. Impolex part 2

06. Gravity's Rainbow




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Paroles par Peter Hope


ATTENTION SPAN

if you walk in the shadows of the river
i will be your blackheart man

if you walk in the shadows of the river
i will be your blackheart lover

it’s true now - i walk and wonder
black grease beneath my nails

we must remove all unnecessary furniture
make a nest, instead, for injured birds
keep it clean - antiseptic
make it right
listen to the ragged space
between ear, nose and throat



BLACK DEVICE

you come alive in your black device
download/upload your files
onto black cloud nine

moons that turn to blood
that turn to ash
that turn to coal
that turn your head
into a lunatic
asylum seeker’s
empty bag


IMPOLEX G - Part 1

i broke the law - but it wasn’t mine
i crashed the car - but it wasn’t mine
i took the cake - but it wasn’t mine
i lost the way - but it wasn’t mine
i saw a face - but it wasn’t mine
i broke a glass - but it wasn’t mine
i stole the show - but it wasn’t mine
i burned the bridge - but it wasn’t mine

i got a letter
what do you reckon it read
it said - oh oh - the world you love is dead

all the dirt is featherlight, like prophylactics, and i take a wheel to it, a cutting disc run by lithium. burning rubber spits and sprays, burning my hands as i slice into the steel core. we are all radial and have been since the times of lamination and collapsing steering columns. there’s no instruction application for spontaneity, you just have to make it up as it sweeps in across the grey water and the eels slide out from beneath the jetty, as hopeful as eels can be. i wonder if i was born to this. i wonder if there’s a line i can trace back into adolescence that might plot the course, illuminating stations along the way where i stood next to cigarette machines and distorted tannoys. ever outwards. ever further. one man and his crowbar, levering up the rock or the log or the great receptacle of discontent.
and so it was, with a sack full of noxious preservatives, that i trudged up the ever steepening track, back in time, back to pre-war depression & the scratching for gold in slow streams. old shack tucked high in the woodland. unfriendly. unloved. what am i doing here, breathing through some strange... as hoary old dinosaurs chunter out of a tiny speaker. what is this embarrassment of sound? how can the icon be such a posturing dunce? my day in throwback, riddled with cultural appropriation, turpentine and personal protection. I descend the track and listen to the long story of carcasses in the chiller and how one greedy legend can put an end to many a hunter’s additional income. i am a passenger and it’s beginning to rain.
narcissus dreamcatcher, here comes the zoo. i saw him, first, on the corner, wearing a top hat and electric pants. they told me i was lost in an underworld of my own mental demise but the sea was whistling hard and i could feel the soldiers of instagasm reconditioning their genitalia with plastic doll heads. it was a brittle sky, all ready to crack open a shrapnel cache. we were bloated by our own success but there was nothing beneath it but vile bladders of self-loathing. he stepped away from the apex and unplugged the cables in a shower of sparks and missing teeth. any other friday would have the same scent of disinfectant and pungent evacuations, but this one was special, it was tightly compressed inside it’s shell like some luminous crustacea, dipping paranoia into its own rectum. he kissed me gently and let me slip. i was falling through ripped curtains, dust blinding my eyes and blocking my nostrils. If this isn’t heaven then i’d rather be meat-paste. tonight will be different, i know. tonight will be a glass moon and i will bleed for both of us.


IMPOLEX G - Part 2

give me something i’ve not got
remove all of what i’ve got too much of
i would say the same to you

dropping out of the sky
crashing into the ground
get up - fall down
go round again

this pill takes the hurt away
this pill makes me sleep
this one, i don’t know what it does
i found it in the street
strip light / strip search
dissolve / vaporise
gone

i may be old and crazy
but i identify as a rivet gun
pow - pow

i broke the law - but it wasn’t mine
i crashed the car - but it wasn’t mine
i took the cake - but it wasn’t mine
i lost the way - but it wasn’t mine
i saw a face - but it wasn’t mine
i broke a glass - but it wasn’t mine
i stole the show - but it wasn’t mine
i burned the bridge - but it wasn’t mine

i got a letter
what do you reckon it read?


GRAVITY’S RAINBOW

I made plump meat into a parcel
there were 2 kinds
fretful
and disembodied

where’s the context in all this?
what kind of deaf noise are you listening to?
we run the test program
and wait for the clicks

all this & stood in the river
there are payments to be made for paddling
old men with hammers
and injured shoulders
running the world backwards
recalling how the Russians
traded Lada 4-wheel drives
for milk powder

who is at a loss
in the New Land of Zee
U.S. / U.S. / S.R. / S.R.

where’s the context in this?
the milestone?
the hyper-glyph?
what kind of deaf noise are we listening to?

with shattered shins and ankles
synthetics are oblivious
we run the test programs
happy anniversary
your suicidal jump was unsuccessful
and wait for the clicks
they maybe
the only friends
that will stick around

o yes
let’s go back to the
two old men with hammers
and shoulder injuries
relishing the cool clear water
and hot sun
away from regulatory constriction
able to think
for themselves

ween me off this teat of evidenced authority
it is fake

where’s the context in this?
the milestone?
the hyper-glyph?
what kind of deaf noise are we listening to?

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