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Burst Asunder

by Scalpy Gonzales

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1.
Soapbox 04:30
The time will come When someone uses their moment with a mic to say exactly what they wanna say Not coding it in metaphors or references or forced opacity Not playing pretend... Just a mic used as a mic And we'll all feel so dumb for not having the nerve to do it first When we've all been thinking it The soapbox over the stage Articulating something out of chaos vs creating something out of nothing Show don't tell when it comes to the liberation of desire Woe is unto me if I preach not the gospel
2.
Peace to Fritz Lang gotta lay him to rest wrapped in blue prints with every other dictatorial master plan thrown in a grave All the far reaching ideas that took up more than they could handle That didnt empower every microcosm to come into their own and respond to their coordinates It's the age of the assemblage The problem solving real time architecture The adapting to life and playing with expressions The anonymous subway graffiti collaborations And the AM radio channel surfing static jamming The playing with commercial products and shitting on commercial systems Fuck a thing that's built at once All of this was built by life- the work in motion burst asunder Artist as conductor, listener as composer, spongebob tarp as sun roof cover. Not writing songs but constructing a laboratory that the ideas just bubble out of 4 a night A nugget factory A formula for continued expression and empowerment With systems that become themselves but never lose their taste for playing Always modular, rethinkable Dangling back in history and lickin their chops to the horizon
3.
So you open a door and it doesn't surprise you Big whoop Nine doors and you're dying inside well yeah fool go figure You got Lou, Lou, Lou, Lou on the wall you got Jimi You got thousands of hours of lives in the cells hidden caught in each No you'll never be the sixties No they never be'd the sixties Kid you got the means to conceive so lonely Kid you could be you could be if only Kid you could be the young lady on a banana Tiny and blue and 2D if you keep at it
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Two minute songs about things we want I want my life to be a series of chain reaction explosions setting each other off like neighborhood dogs Which means the street’s gotta be ductile. Gotta conduct liberating forces. All your dogs’ have gotta have their ears perked. Gotta think on your toes gotta be reactive to moments that present themselves as corners to turn. Moments have so many corners spiny little hedrons and I wanna love them each intimately wanna lick my way around each tip to the next one I’m not interested in doing this by myself for much longer Got no interest in the lone development of a craft or career to present as a finished product. Got no interest in eternity, the perfection of artificial symmetry. I want the air thick with history. I wanna be working in a big group on something outside of this meaning something against this. I wanna not turn to commercial forces for cues and values. Death to catchy zingers genre fonts and wordplay. No stages, no lineups, bars bouncers bookers. No tyrannical pop production standards. No tyranny of the beat that we all so willingly submit to. Chicken out and love like a ball and chain at the last second. I’m not interested in anything that’s not collective, anything short of each of us knowing that a total break is possible because we can feel it in real time in the things we’re doing In short I can no longer be inspired by anything short of revolution And that thought itself is inspiring cuz you come to see the power of being a conductor with a will. With a vision and a grammar that you collectively establish as you go, recognizing what’s you and what’s a parasite you’ve internalized. A little worm thinking through you, defending itself in your voice. A gravity pulling you down to a rock you hate. Don’t you re-paint these structures that I like loose enough to pull like a rotten tooth. Don’t you invite your boss to your after hours birthday party. We don’t need their kinda kicks. I’m looking to blast off barking with the neighborhood

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There doesn't actually end up being much to say about this album that isn't already said in the lyrics and music, except for maybe to emphasize the centrality of that fact to the whole project. Ideally nothing needs explaining because nothing is being represented or referenced, it's only being expressed. Systems were constructed according to certain aesthetic and political principles and moments were created through them. The goal was a fully liberated music that I felt in no way alienated from, and in that it was completely successful. This album was endlessly exciting and fun to make and nothing was held back or left behind.

Recorded live in Lincoln Heights, Los Angeles, January 2020

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released February 21, 2020

All Songs by Scalpy Gonzales

Mastered by Bonejevis

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