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  • Mr. Tambourine Van

    i am still the spinning particle yearning to find the earth in another time and space

    i'm still the same human being screaming for answers in the wilderness of the night alley's sin

    i'm turning with the victims holding on to their exploding finger tips toeing thru 

    the spectacle of the chorus roaring about God's forgiveness and justice

    stepping up into the firefight and singing to the fireflies who am i seeking really

    stretching hands into the daydreams and grasping onto latent nightmares

    albino's crowing for their pigment to return from whilst it came

    if only this moment would last forever and that nothing remained the same

    circling buzzards hypnotizing the prey

    lost in the fireworks lost in the skies exploding rains

    displays of death on canvas the paint is drying the saint is sighing

    are we all just addicted to the end, to the spiraling collapse

    is that you there staring back at me, the same stars yearning

    to augment their faces, to look young, to merge all races

    homogenous and famous to grin, ya dig

    the figment of the mind is a simple twist of fate

    ringing ya know

    it rings ya know

    it rings ya know

    do you really hear this

    it rings ya know

    it sings ya know

    it augments octaves without 

    a single note

    just a melody ghost

    inspiring another ditty about

    the happiness really the sadness

    living within our human physiology

    can we ever augment our biology

    and live forever

    to truly cross another threshold

    see my dad right by my side

  • Rainbows

    Same symbols

    Family Trees

    budding summer leaves

    like colors of a rainbow

     

    proud above the fog

    the cloud covered flag

    calling all rainbows

     

    Love becomes our air

    judgement's frowning stare

    refract it! rainbows

     

    Singing in the breeze

    truth desires me

    i am rainbow

     

    Seceding history

    the hungry long to feed

    like seein their first rainbow

     

     I love you mom and dad

    this is how I am

    i am rainbow

     

     the present transcends the past

    the breeze in my lungs

    breathe the rainbow

     

    let your body flow

    let your body go

    you and i

    you and i

     

    and you are rainbow

    and we are rainbows

    riding rainbows

     

     

     

  • RIGGED SHIT

    can they get away with murder with only a fine?

     

    is the outcome for the defendant based on the color of the crime

  • some of my new artwork

    WALTER BISHOP

     

     

    TO AN ALTERNATE UNIVERSE

     

     

    THE BOY & HIS ROBOT ARRIVE TO ANOTHER DESTINATION

     

     

    VOYAGE THRU THE BLACK HOLE

     

     

    THESE CLOWNS ARE NOT BEMUSED BY THE PHOTOGRAPHER

     

     

    BIRDING ABOUT

  • my life is wax paper flickering

    before these lips exponentially

    drying out

    and chapping

    and crackled

    infected

    waiting to crumble

    an inevitable rupturing of the speed of sound

    there was a tendency to lose everything

    i thought i had found

    only imperfections of an infinitely imperfect line

    tangential tinkering with tangential minds

    time used to last forever past the last flower moon

    i was a Hack amongst giants

    i was a star rising from the east

    the eagle would cry with my lingering tantrums

    i would whittling away the wood

    until it formed something

    completely unacceptable

    not good enough so

    my father cut his finger in two

    and bled out his eagerness to relive

    life into the backdrop of my life

    what to do but yearning to comply

    to meet this match

    a chess player i am not

    the me from 5 years ago

    would find no comfort

    in these displays of today

    nor would my father

    nor would my mother care to hear about it

    a reminder of the temptation to get lost in it

    my path would comprise their dreams

    i dont know what i am doing

    and neither will Amelia

    i can only muster up the memory

    and see it slandered by the comforts

    of their friendship

    hidden to me by my own selfish loathing

    of the reality of what life truly is

    not the magical shit show with unicorns and Santa Claus

    fucking about

    proudly displaying the derby car 

    he did for me

    that we claimed was mine

    dishonesty at any cost

    for the burden of being

    the let down

     

  • Everybody Automated DJ

    Working on a blog piece for a LA cultural blog using music as a backdrop for a discussion on the effects of automation on various facets of human life.

    I was going to do it with a sci fi movie but too much is at stake now.  something real must be said.  This will be edited and added to continually until the project is complete.

    automation/technology

    music & entertainment:  

    collapse of the old model vs. new model, new opportunity but oversaturated, attention spans from constantly being connected in, the actual music itself analog vs digital.  have a sample from the 50's for an advert for vinyl or record player, something discussing analog sound in early seasons of Mad Men era advertising. Radio vs Satellite vs Napster vs iTunes vs Torrents vs Spotify/Rdio vs Pandora- all of that kills an concept of a DJ except sattelite radio stations like Sirius XMU where farily credible bloggers do radio shows presenting music they have discovered.  People are filtered into pseudo stations where music is pumped into their brains, and this kills the adventure spirit of DISCOVERING something special.  Mulling over Amazon Marketplace 10 years ago, I would spend days downloading music suggested by comments and the intelligence of that emergent property.  This process was a bit cumbersome, but when i found that CD or album that blew my mind like the first TV on the Radio record or DJ Shadow's Endtroducing.  I wasn't talking to anyone into these types of groups, but i researched it bc i loved it, i loved challenging music taking things to different levels.  Instrumentals that aren't EDM DJ's but song writing like Burial or post rock era stuff like God Speed You Black Emperor or Explosions in the Sky.   All these were areas I knew nothing about.  I wasn't some scenester tapped into things.  But there are interesting songs everywhere.  Technology facilitated discovery like enzymes catalyzing reactions to create something incredible.  This is so complex, bc the real dilemma is what are the limits for all of this?  When we rech a limit, how do you augment a reality when people more and more are living inside their own reality free from challenging ideas to internal dogma.

    Technology has made music easier to make but diminished the standards for quality.  mp3's are a soul killer, compression is a soul killer for the spirits haunting the rooms of the teenage angst ridden.  This is sad but vinyl sales are up?  So maybe people are realizing.

    As a musician, the manner in which I used to make music was daunting, if not NIL.  I didnt have equipment or access to it.  Now i make my own music constantly, so my happiness has increased.  It is amazing what you can do when you want it.  For my brother and I, we have been writing and working in a relationship for 15 years now.  We went from no technology, a crappy Shure mic, just some basic wavefile programs, and we would then layer tracks OVER each other when recording, not separate.  The ramification being that once you made a track, if you left it there, you could not change it again.  This makes music sometimes sound like moving your head back and forth under water, just cluttered and cloudy.  We had nothing, no money to do it.  But we did it for 6 years.  Now, we are making high quality sound, sending each other our project files with all of our files arranged over Dropbox.  It's amazing what you can do and what we AREN'T doing.  The potentiality to do more evades my consciousness at such a level, that its overwhelming.  

    Record companies don't matter but buy you an audience if you want your music heard.  Our ideas now are to create it on our own and have a company distribute it.  A proper record does cost $30-40,000 minimally to do it right.  My brother and another member both are engineers, so mixing and mastering are handled.  That would theoretically make it easier for an opportunity.  That's the idea.  Working with credible artists to get noticed, invest in the music, then create a platform to speak to an already engaged audience.  Use You Tube and various other services, make compelling visuals, something for notoriety, Twitter, facebook, a web presence.  Record companies give you access to these avenues that doing DIY can be tough when in a full responsible life with other careers and families.  Yet, one can be DIY and suddenly take over the world, the potential is there, but you have to have something to say.  In my mind, if I am rejected, I had nothing to say.  I dream of a future where someone stumbles upon something of my work like a net-like Indiana Jones moving through webspace mining out interesting music and poems and stories and videos of a culture preserved in virtual amber.  Words unintelligible 500 years from now, but the spirit moves thru time.  That is all I can hope for as a contribution.  We need to invade a planet with a 48 hour day, bc I need that much time to do all the things i want to do. 

    So the process for discovering music has changed, the pay structure and investment by companies in artosts has changed, the attention spans have all changed, the artist has surely changed, how we make music has changed.

    jobs and new jobs after collapse:  

     

    opening of part 1- it will be about automation and corporate policies- opening will take every talking head- Rush, Rachel Maddow, Romney, Obama, Palin, Pelosi, etc and mix them into one cacophony at the beginning- it stops abruptly and it leads into one quote about the changing economic conditions and the American workers dismantling but also evolution.

    less money, more efficiency, realizing we can still make money without people.  Without collateral and credit, American multinational companies were able to make record profits.  No need to hire, let's automate certain skills and keep the bottom line down.  

    The stock market is automated and can react at speeds that too many times inflate or erase profits for companies and those regular working folk investing but not knowing its all rigged and there's a way to make it your big pay day.  That's someone's job, and I wish it was mine when i just think about how much easier shit would be if I was using my talents in a way that translates to a huge pay day.  That's always the dream, but sometimes it being a dream means you don't believe it attainable.  That's a Catholic guilt type of thing.  I feel bad about everything, and don't feel confident enough to grab it all by the balls and tell it to shove off already.  I got this.  I wish but my hunger level for profits and all that just don't resonate at a feverish pitch.  I'm easy going.  I want comfort, and what I need is very basic.  I watched my family invest and focus on profit generating progeny and extreme self reliance.  I sort of floated through all that bc it was so obviously meaningless and irrelevant when compared to the power of the mind to dream and love and share the human experience.  I was raised in Dallas, TX. Ronald Reagan stared at me every time I passed my grandfather's office decorated with WWII memorabilia and medals and George W. Bush signed photo's thanking him for his support.  To claw out of the jaws of conservatism was more of recognition of who I was all the time but not confident enough to embrace until my mid-20's.

    Companies are human.  They will fuck you over to make a buck.- FUCK- take this line and slow it down and make it all deep and monstrous- use it on TNGHT track  

    And no matter how long you drink their corporate kool aid, once you become a nuisance or expendable, they must do what indifference does and get rid of you like a psychopath killing his first animal at the age of 10.  

    My dad had 25 years under his belt and was fucked by his company.  I don't intend to do the same, but I have to feed my family, so means to an end.  I just don't like the taste of Kool Aid, never did and never will.

    The ability of firms and banks to destroy people's lives on such a global scale and have only a handful of arrests is mind boggling.  It's been said so much better than I could but I'm channeling Matt Taibbi- ooh- use samples from his interviews for sampling on Dub it??

  • VSRS

    the world is burning

    with the market churning

    boil the blood of their lambs

    coaxing interests

    sinks in the sand

    all muffled go

    *flippant whistle melody*

     

    pretend and just take it?

    the advent of tech

    the addict distracted

     

    while they taking their time

    twisting in this knife

     

    while they taking their time

    pushing in this knife

     

    vampiric states

    of robotic stocks

    they all just owning a piece

     

    we're left with scraps

    cheap romance

    they all just owning a piece

     

    "it's all just harmless . . .

    cause we're making money.

    So it's not my problem

    that the lazy suffer?

    Is it my sin by being born ahead? 

    in this caste system

    of capital-

    YES-I-AM

    then

    go find your

    own way

    in life."

     

    This vampiric state

    of robotic stocks

    they all just owning a piece

     

    we're left with scraps

    and cheap romance

    they all just owning a piece

     

    driving thru this circumstance

    im just lost in the streets

     

    abandoned shops 

    abandoned hope

    the world is a cowering defeat

     

    they taking their time

    fleecing away the blind

     

    they taking all their time

    twisting in the knife

  • ROZWELL (SONG)

    my great

    grand

    father

    from the town of Roswell

    there's nothing left of what he was like

    in another world

    in another life

     

    of mystery from infancy

    embraced his own destiny

    and sighed

    fell asleep

    and died

     

    screams in darkness

    just leave us be

    tell me stories

    future video screens

    holding hands in silence 

     

    vacant cataracts spin

    in glasses of

    dentures and gin

    an unknown of perilous impulsiveness

    i'm shaking in the weakness of my innocence

     

    the

    jazz

    sets

    mosquito's bite 

    i can't believe

    these mysteries and signs

    reflecting

    in the light

    of

    your (2 whole)

    cataract 

    eyes

     

    you closed 

    your eyes

  • Roswell

    my great grandfather

    from the town of Roswell

    i imagine would be sitting sweetly

    in his rocking chair

    very quiet but composed

    at some point in my life i knew nothing of his life

    i still know nothing more of his life

    i never knew a thing of his dreams

    vacant cataract eyes

     

    but

     

    today:   all we know is each other's dreams

     

    its mystery has been vacuumed out 

    voyeuristically stalking

    the souls

    festering in a void

    an unknown of perilous impulsiveness

    crippled men and women

    ridiculed for their 

    own mistaken humanity

    as they hate the now

    but love their own

    obscurity

     

    nanoseconds

    pile on for the 

    visually disruptive

    the casually consumptive

    lying on the tracks in some subway

    and idolizing the fiction of your life

    your death

    fucking the fiction of an embrace

    molesting the fiction of an emotion

    the alien in me

    clearly

    left to its own insensitivity

     

    the family has landed

    in the New Mexico desert

    thrusting its gaze

    on the throat of

    my bloodied carcass

    strewn upon the 

    banquet tables of history

    my head on a pedestal of irrelevance 

    my heart in the divine eye of some

    young floozy 

    moaning in some abstract cadence

    a siren flaunting her immortal infancy

    to taste my sinful

    inheritance

    i become a man to

    embrace his own

    animal

    maturity

    preying upon itself

    devouring its own brain

    various tissues

    in my marble mouth

    tasting the conductive

    nature of

    electricity

    inciting a riot

    of existentialism

    a passing fad

    or a brutal truth

    screaming in the darkness

  • Daydream Werewolf

    the presence of his jawline
    his or i or who had claws?

    hiding under the blankets
    growling peers from under the doors

    scream so loud to wake him
    heartfelt hinges bursting off

    the bones are bent and then breaking
    my fingers gnarling roots of fur

    i'm in a daydream
    howling at the moon

    i trace the tracks of my victim
    the curse perpetuates a son

    will I soon become him?
    destined to answer this call?

    to drink away forgiveness
    i dream of chalk encircling the floor

    i sold all possessions
    i awaken in the grace of God

    i'm in a daydream
    howling at the moon

    lost in a day dream