…with what I assume is a false hope, and never nearly enough soap to get as clean as I would like, I stay well covered in the dark until I have a chance to refocus some of this daylight. I would simply like to sparkle, but only from a few very particular angles.
I’m never gonna watch what you want me to. I’m already out the door. Nobody is waiting for me outside, but I’ve been here before.
No, I do not want to fuck you if in your bed I am a man. It seems you have erased already anything I am.
For the honor, for the reset, for the what is left. I could put everything down if while I’m in heaven I get a few more than seven minutes all alone – maybe just one to wash up. I know I repeat myself but I’m just, like, so shocked, what?!
For the hour before there were angels in the tall grass, some part of me...
Nevermind, it’s all in the past.
I've got a troubling feeling there is something forgot. Can you tell me what the book says about poison if you've swallowed a lot?
When done is done, you can pour out the rest. Be assured, there will be a resolution, oh yes. Perceiving as I do, the free that fall fast,
I’ll point out which is which as soon as I am asked.
Really much more like liquid, indefinable shape. Any outline is a fantasy, one I can not shake. Forever fluid, pressed into form. Poured into the suit in which I am still adorned. Not much of a lady, long time since boy. I am (w)ho(l)ly inside and around you, I’m an ocean, enjoy. My meticulous work is a.. collage. See me shimmer, I am all mirage.
What rhythm would get me the right? Top is a target, never need a sight, like, friends are the one desire. Put the fire out.. but I’m always tired. Fall in with a bend and twist. I never did intend this. Who sees, believes me. Good seed, should receive me.
Look at that bod, go ahead look and applaud. Never seen the like declawed. All at once I'm in touch with a pricey god, but nobody was looking. Could be just.. I don’t know what, but like always: clean cut. Never new, never unused. Too many, might lose.
I was saying that before there were angels in the tall grass, some part of me...
Yes, nevermind, past.
I've got a troubling feeling there is something forgot. Still wonder what the book says about poison because I've swallowed a lot.
Listening to this a few years on, Chapter 319 feels almost melancholic, a reminder of the time where police abolition had nearly mainstream appeal. The tracks still make me furious at the bullshit cops continue to get away with. dninemfive
Each line on this album is delivered with malice, and each word hits like a mace to the skull. Backxwash uses raw aggression to vent frustration and anguish in a way that evokes an anger with the world rather than a pity for her. Luke Warmwater