an old song about destroying and morphing things into other things, which we kind of desperately need to do, yet are so fucking afraid of. i include myself in that we. my cats broke my midi controller keyboard, so i couldn't add bass or unneeded keyboards, which seems appropriate i guess.
lyrics
i see a red shovel and i
throw it on the ground
i’m immersed in that shovel
and i throw it on the ground
the ground is one with the shovel and
i throw it on the ground
the shovel is the ground is me is something and
i throw it on the ground
i throw it purging the iron hand
that digs into my consciousness that
takes away my neural paths
paths of heart and completeness
i throw it i throw it
an auctioneer takes a tool
and he throws it on the ground
it becomes an airplane and
he steps on it on the ground
the airplane crawls the airplane is baggage
i throw it on the ground
i bid i win i pay with a check
i throw it on the ground
i throw it cleansing out the stream
of constant accumulation
of sensory input that’s unfulfilled
by the waters of manipulation
i throw it i throw it
and somewhere there are cylinders
with disposed possessions and deposed thoughts
the cylinders study decomposition
the method of concession and the will to rot
i see an institution and
i throw it on the ground
it becomes and inspiration and
i throw it on the ground
i parades it recesses it collides it regenerates and
i throw it on the ground
it’s a building it’s a dream it’s a bomb it’s anything i can get my hands on and
i throw it on the ground
i throw it hoping to resolve
the friction between will and disease
the construction that comes with destruction
the instruction of learning how not to breathe
i throw it
on the ground