stranded with power and knives, all we really
do is try to take it in our stride.
candied with a blanket of dust which won't lift until we
choke on our mind; the tired reside (not
tired) unless we swallow our pride,
easier said than done when the bun sash
rings out the ashtray like the hollow tides
wishing they could come back inside.
feel so wrong when anybody
breaks the walls of our minds; nobody can
save the walls of our minds; we're forever
crushed by whats left of the walls of our minds.
tried to tell me its fine; "it just takes
time for you to climb out of your mind" but
wait while I dig myself deeper, more metres
thick with every next lie that i find; now the
rules of my mind keep changing, bad luck ex-
-changing; bad words and wise teachings are
arranging themselves in a fucked up figure, its
not gonna help me stop reaching for the vigor which will
help us all get to a state where our walls are in-
-tact; a state where our rules are fact; where what we
want to do is backed by ourselves,
finally, i'll be at peace with myself.
Levels louder than loud transmit tumultuous modulations and other face-melting goodness in an album alone in its ranks. You've done well. Well done. props mate. Augium
The Singaporean producer samples and recontextualizes Malaysian music with love, care, and just a touch of irreverence. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jun 28, 2018