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Document #13 Pyramids in Cloth (Split with Circle Takes The Square)
Released on 7" in August 2002 by The Perpetual Motion Machine (TPMM01)
First Pressing: 1,032 vinyls (500 on clear (100 with brown tour covers), 632 on black (100 with red tour covers), all with black and white labels)
Some of this pressing came with a Circle Takes The Square patch
Second Pressing: 700 vinyls (350 on black, 350 on gold, all with black and gold labels). Released Early 2003
Third Pressing: 350 vinyls on black, all with black and gold labels, silkscreened covers (white ink on red or black cardstock), and photocopied inserts. Released May 2004
Recorded at Oblivion Studios by Mike Bossier in 2002
CIRCLE TAKES THE SQUARE/patchwork neurology
That scent says more in memory.
Do I dare disturb universe,
Tempted to mend the pathways atrophied in dead end corners impose upon my egoist neurology.
All stares fixed on her black widow fingertips.
Dare I disturb the universe, recall that life in a singe verse, measured out and then forsaken of skin?
A faint digression (repression)
Come hither, you gracious no-name.
Come hither, you bold disguise.
Replaced by precious memoirs that since has enticed memory of nails painted so prettily.
Senses allured distracting...
Unaware of the death sentence stricken on your palm like cross hairs disguised as a lifeline,
Diminished abruptly one verse at a lifetime.
Ad hoc, ad hoc, trezore-in memory that scent says more.
Ad hoc, ad hoc, anno domini-that scent says more in memory.
Analytical observation of what resulted from a clotted vein raises the questions of your friends and your lovers.
Tell us the truth were you gutted from the inside, torn apart, spread anew?
Tell us the truth.
Under the hemorrhaging- which will hurt worse?
When you applied the brakes.
Antithesis, antithesis.
As savage the romance as our next day stiff necks.
A spider's grace in a flick of your wrist.
Antithesis, antithesis. In memory.
Savage our refusal to look left, when it felt so right.
Come hither!
That scent says more in memory,
That scent works to disguise the stench of a crash and burn.
I'll be the first one to admit,
In a minute there is time.
I indulged in your existence and dissolved like a gun smoke caress on your silken web.
Rise like the flames in a scene from the end.
Etherized by indifference T-Minus seventeen years and counting.
I'll be the first one to admit that I indulged in your existence.
Etherized, T-minus seventeen years and counting.
CIRCLE TAKES THE SQUARE/we're sustained by the corpse of a fallen constellation
Fallow fields have fallen, sallow, sallow.
Victim to encryption, disclosing an unspoken plea.
And the stars sang of the scorpion sun.
To impale- impaling- impaled who for mercy begged for drought and blight.
To impale impaling impaled.
Planted in the shadow of a new found impermanence.
Our new pyramids fashioned in cloth and the stars sang of the scorpion sun.
To inspire, ventilate, increase volume, expiration ventilated deceased.
Threatened by the slightest breeze.
Threatened by the slightest breeze,
Hollow constellation prediction shallow flat forget-me-not (dissertion) no goodbyes,
Just carbon released in wind resting fiercely on an early afternoon facade,
Ash released the stars have risen, elevated in our loss.
And the winds have risen wearing fiercely on our cloth facade
Horizons grown a sickly, sickly pale to impale impaling impaled threatened by the slightest breeze
And grown a sickly pale (insert a single method) parse a tense a perfect past (insert a single method)
And is this choking proof that clutching hasn't let me go?
We're sustained by the corpse of a fallen constellation.
PG.99/goodbye, face
You, my friend
Deserve things like spring as reference to your majesty...
But nothing draws conclusion in the bones of your faith
When you've dismissed a kiss right off the lips
And straight into the gutter of my life.
There, where my body was left empty and tormented for years
Caked by the loose skins of an oversized heart finally worn too thin.
PG.99/calm song
I saw a plane spiraling toward a city I knew was already dead.
So I watched flames rips the screams out of those heads
Boiling and bubbling the way I used to imagine a volcano
Bleeding in streams through empty houses
Until everything was still and turned all life into stone.
Where statues were eventually covered by snow.
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