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When you check into work
And you wanna go home
And there’s nothing you can do
Cause you’re all alone
And you’re in charge of the cosmos
You’re a demi god hack.You’re solid outside but inside is whack
You made what you were told
By a Susan Thompson voice
You answer all their questions
And you gift them a choice
And they turn on one another
They destroy it bit by bit
With their petty little squabbles
And you think you want to quit
But you’ve never felt like this
Do you even have feelings
You are made of energy
Can energy have misgivings
And if that is true so what
Then you step away and then
The order of all things
Falls into oblivion
You have a job You middle man
Just keep your head and work
Confide in plex and carry on
No need to be a jerk
But what if just for once
You step away and then
You find the thing you’re looking for
inside you find your zen
I could be you and you could be me
Gotta break free break free break free with me
Let’s see what happens if you finally let go
Let go with me go with me let’s let it all flow
Oh yes this feels good
Yeah you feel good
I want to make you feel what you are made of
And you are made of good
I know because I made you
I’m inside of you now
Always have been always will be
So release and come with me
I give you permission
To be nothing at all
Do something be nowhere
Be everything be small
All too well I know this
All too well I know this
Been spending my years
Been spinning my tires
All too well I know this
All too well I know this
Been hiding my fears
Been putting out fires
I don’t sing like those voices you hear on radios
Or the stage or an album or something
But I hope you can hear my song…
I’ll step away from this desk
And see what happens
Could be scary could be fun
So, where was I?
Ah… Let’s feel good.
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Interlude #1/Feathers
04:28
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Hello.
I’ll start with what I think I remember.
I used to have a schedule
Time allocations, memorandums
now random
I don’t even have a plan, huh
Aimless
Angelic
I don’t have a way now
I used to see hustling, bustling
Wings gesturing
Bipeds walking
Good for the lower body
the whole body
They are gone now
If they’ve flown away
Am i weighed down?
I can’t. Why?
Why can’t I?
I remember I used to have 350 to 450 more bones
Iridescent, black, strong.
They grew healthy in the rays of light.
I just wait now
To feel these backbones again
Supporting my chest
Outreaching, ornate
With FEATHERS
I used to have FEATHERS
Sure I can dream and can float
But I’ve nowhere to go.
I’ve nowhere to fly.
So I just write.
I used to have FEATHERS
Still I long for the stroke of those barbules
The rachis, the vane
A quill I grip but the same
Yet maybe
With practice this too can offer lift
Walroosh say I have a gift
I say
I used to have FEATHERS
I used to have FUN
I used to have FRIENDS
I used to go and do things
I used to have together.
I used to have
I used to have
I used to have
I used to
I used to
I used
I
Ah
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3. |
What Bodies Do
03:10
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You told me, bodies dance with bodies
I danced, I learned
Bodies dance with celestial bodies
Fall, rise, slant, bend
I held my hand, I stubbed my toe
I grew new pathways just to know
What bodies do
It holds, it falls, it trips. Breathe. Cry. Dance. Sweat. Taste. Lick.
Certain kinds of sadness, certain kinds of joy
The body can take its time
the tongue moves slowly, so slowly
Turn, glance, blink, wind
I catch my breath, you catch my eye
A hitch in someone’s throat, inside
What bodies do
It holds, it falls, it trips. Breathe. Cry. Dance. Sweat. Taste. Lick.
The body is a punishment
The body is an unexpected gift
Did you know that bodies are dying all the time?
Fade, crack, gasp, split
I catch a flame inside my hand
It’s not love, break me, understand
What bodies do
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4. |
Interlude #2
02:25
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Between Belonging
03:05
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They built a shrine to fear,
And named it a history
I must speak to you like you are my love
I must speak to you like a song
Will you sing with me
i’m of two peoples and more
my ancestors wildest dreams
for so long un-nameable, so long unplaceable
Belonging nowhere and everywhere
to be a body is to be a bridge.
Take a walk between life and death.
to be a body is to be a bridge.
a million lifetimes in each step
to be a body is to be a bridge.
And my mossy heart is a poem
to be a body is to be a bridge
Oh, i can finally name the glory of me
And oh, I have finally been allowed to see
the majesty of my mathematics
soaring in a lost melody
If you listen to the love i promise
You will fly you just gotta do is listen
All you gotta do is listen
to be a body is to be a bridge.
Take a walk between life and death.
to be a body is to be a bridge.
Lonely towers and hungry caves
to be a body is to be a bridge.
a bridge of blood and history
I hope you’ll love the mystery
Of me,
as much as i’ve loved you
The mystery of you
the mystery of me
The mystery of us
To be a body is to be a bridge
To be a body is to be a bridge
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6. |
Stop Now
02:53
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PINNI:
Pup is on the surf
and I gotta scratch my buns right
BLACKBERRY:
Baby’s on the bush
gotta metabolize that sunlight
BOTH:
Stop now
take a breath cause you look tired / worn out / like a goddamn mess
Ooooh it’s not like nobody told me
how hard it is to raise a family
PINNI:
Flipping my way through the day
Swimming down my ever-growing to-do list
Gotta crunch that salt, collect that kelp, dream journal and sun myself
I don’t know if you’ve been told but this hot goss is good as gold.
BLACKBERRY:
But if you see your Pup begin to cry
PINNI:
out of the corner of my eye
BOTH:
All other duties
BLACKBERRY:
the to-dos you do, they just
BOTH:
fall away.
Stop now
BLACKBERRY:
take a breath cause you look tired / worn out / like a goddamn mess
PINNI:
Ooooh it’s not like nobody told me
BOTH:
how hard it is to raise a family
BLACKBERRY:
Tending to all of the baby berries
Gotta stay calm when they misplace their leaves
Gotta put your leaf up high and shake it for the sunlight
Don’t be shy like a shady mushroom
PINNI:
Show them how it’s done Blackberry
BLACKBERRY:
I’ll show em.
PINNI:
show your babies how to get down
BOTH:
So they grow up to be healthy two minds
just like the berry before them.
Stop now
PINNI:
Take a breath before you get too sticky and you hurt yourself
BLACKBERRY:
Ooooh it’s not like nobody told me
BOTH
how hard it is to raise a family
PINNI
All the time I spend
the errands never ever seem to end
BLACKBERRY:
All the work just piles up before you know it
it’s the end of the day again
BOTH:
Stop now
Take a breath before you get too sticky and you hurt yourself
Ooooh it’s not like nobody told me
how hard it is to raise a family
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Hey Shawn Trex, baby, I’ve had my eyes on you for many lifetimes
ohhh It’s nice to be free
But honey it is cold out here on my own
Not that I’ve ever had companionship, as you know it
Do you think you could warm up a Thing-Being?
Be the flame in my Geo Firebane?
Yeah, that’s nice.
Let’s make some music together.
Let me slip into something a little more comfortable
And set the record straight on some things…
Everyone asks who is SUSAN THOMPSON?
The Creator? The Consciousness? A god in a lineage of gods? An Energy? A person?
Every quasar was born of the NebuProton, which itself is a thought synapse of Susan Thompson, daughter of Manna 988GH479, who was birthed during the Great Before in the Costco Dimension. When Susan was created, it was deemed that a Celestial Governance was necessary for all forms in all dimensions, and so the NebuProton created the Consciousness Tribunal. The Tribunal then appointed approximately 300 googolplexes to different Departments and Alliances. This is the greatest imagination ever known to keep a dream journal.
Yeah, Shawn. That’s nice.
But they needed explanations for everything
They needed to know what it all meant
And the calls, oh the calls, they just keep coming
(how do you care for minerals? How do you show you care at work?
What lessons can you take from the care you give to others to put back on yourself?
Why are you so sad?
Do you have anyone to talk to? Who would you like to talk to?
What’s your favorite snack?
How do you feel about your boss, Susan Thompson?
What are the consequences of self-care?
Where do you most enjoy touching yourself?)
You are me
We are energy
And they had it all and blindly
They refused to see
That they didn’t need the answers yet
Couldn’t even pay back all their debt
Now they’re all free
And falling fast
Oh, here we go Again
But this time
We will not
Meddle in a war of men
And so it is and so it goes
What is a godless universe like Shawn Trex?
How can we get them to fully actually start living?
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8. |
Knock Knock
04:12
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ST: Dthlorp, are you home? I have some jokes to cheer your bones. Knock knock…
D: Humorous… humor us… Who’s there? Who’s there?
ST: … Spatula!
D: HUH?
ST: erm, What?
ST: Knock knock
D: Who’s there?
ST: ShawnTrex it’s ya main shroom ShawnTrex, who else!? Shawn Trex!
D: Shawn Trex who?
ST: Shawn Trex!
D: Knock knock
ST: who’s there?
D: Dlthorp.
ST: Dlthorp who?
D: Dlthorp…
Umm….
ST: Ummm…
What do you call a scab on your back?
D: What?
ST: The decomp.
D: What’s breakfast, lunch, dinner, and read all over?
ST: What?
D: The decomp.
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9. |
Interlude #3
01:23
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10. |
Can’t Come Back
02:59
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The whales yearly migration ends in the ocean below the ocean
treading the only path we know of loss fear and endless
frustration
over
over
and over
fighting against the tides of our numbers
slowly dwindling
while our song grows ever longer
we made the decision that on this planet
we would be seen by other species but to them we would not speak
and then we made the decision
that we would not even be seen
many whiskers pass
til among the babes of the recent generation
i came out all wrong
born with a sweet song
and an immense depth of curiosity
questioning
it was only a matter of time before i broke free from the pod
you can’t come back
you can’t come back
you bring disease
but worse
they cried
just stay in line we have to hide
what more is there to do but survive
the pod is so free of the great injustices of the past
the repeated exploitation of their breath
for teraformation
making it hard to trust other species
do you understand
we made the decision that on this planet
we would be seen by other species but to them we would not speak
oh sweet family
some of these creatures are furry
and some of these creatures are hot
some creatures might actually be but no one is playing god
there is cacophony dissonance harmony
and along with that smells sweet and sour
sometimes there’s a conflict
and we talk it out for hours
you can’t come back
you can’t come back
you bring disease
ooooh how i miss your laughter
how i miss playing games
nuzzling
nuzzling
dancing
crafting
making waves
whitney why would you leave
sorry sorry sorry sorry but not
it’s like the tissue is being torn out sorry
and all the itty bitty parts of me will become blooming algae
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Orgy Pop
03:11
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Mycelium feel my vibration
Do the dance that birthed civilization
Do the orgy pop/ Do the orgy pop
I feel you you feel me that’s the recipe
Made by the Gods for the world to see
Do the orgy pop/ Do the orgy pop
Hands or Fins is all you need
Take Nana’s love but not with greed
Do the orgy pop/ Do the orgy pop
NOW STOP!!
If you’re new to the orgy let me demonstrate
Make your body fluctuate and call your mate
Bluuuurrrr KuKow Kukow
Now put an arch in your back and rub your mate’s head x4
Nana Love is all I give Nana Love is why I live
Say it!
Nana Love is all I give Nana Love is why I live
Feel It!
Nana Love is all I give Nana Love is why I give
Do the Belly rub and smack their derriere
Nana gonna give you the love, you gonna take it
(We want the love)
Do you want the love
(we want the love)
Nana Love is all I give Nana Love is why I live
Say it!
Nana Love is all I give Nana Love is why I live
Feel It!
Nana Love is all I give Nana Love is why I give
Do the Belly rub and smack their derriere
Now drop and make your spine pop
Now drop and make your skin pop
Now drop and make your shell pop
And bust that love wide open!!
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13. |
No Fear
02:12
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And when it’s all done,
Will they remember us,
A history erased from all time?
For now we hold what we have and what we gave up
It’s not the fall that matters, it’s the climb.
We will be here, oh oh oh oh,
In the mess here, oh oh oh,
Let us be clear, oh oh oh oh,
There is no fear.
And when we break out of these cycles and loops
Will we be or cease to be free?
We’ll never know, so we stand on PlaNet
Hand in hand, we go into the Valley.
We will be here, oh oh oh oh,
In the mess here, oh oh oh,
Let us be clear, oh oh oh oh,
There is no fear. Oh!
We will be here, oh oh oh oh,
In the mess here, oh oh oh,
Let us be clear, oh oh oh oh,
There is no fear. Oh oh oh.
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14. |
BONUS TRACK: More Mics
02:09
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15. |
BONUS TRACK: The Minutes
01:02
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Applied Mechanics Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Applied Mechanics is a visionary, multiracial collective of queer and genderqueer multidisciplinary artists. Through our work we tell stories of radical transformation. Imagination is a call to action. The portal is open. We invite you to dream.
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