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Prism / M​.​A​.​S​.​C. (Demos Summer 2018)

by SIGINT

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Army of Children My son made me a painting of a red beach And the ocean glowed And an army of children Arose under the dome To fight for the animals We're all animals With money and military tech Eating each other Artifice or no My son made me a painting of a red beach and the ocean glowed An Army of Children In our infinite wisdom An Army of Children With no love, no love, no love No true love under the capitol No true love Love Raising an army of children Future treasure island Painting over paintings with secret desires Overthrowing the order of everyday life At play in the fields of the Lord through the night Playing with drones Playing with fire Making games of the language Of secret desires There can be no true love under the capitol There can be no true love under capitalism Another religion An army of children With no love, no love, no love No true love under the capitol
2.
A Different Kind of Love I can feel it beckoning A different kind of love A complex force that summons me A different kind of love In the night it comes to me A different kind of love And in the morning it's still there A different kind of love To each his own My heart is yours for now The web of time will catch us all In tachyons and electrical fires Why are people cruel? You'll find out soon enough Falling through skylights Stars shoot out of her eyes I am a prisoner of dreams She has when she's awake Just hold your tongue and wait You'll need it soon enough To know the sacred space We're all emerging from The chrysalis of hate Will turn from green to black And flowers will await Our hunger and our lust I suckle nectar there My touch clumsy and rough And then I fall asleep In a world that's just and fair It's never good enough Best not to think you know The spinning wheel you are The seconds that it takes Refracted in the compound eye The glassine butterfly Crafted at a table By hands that hurt and heal The splendor overwhelming We gather for the meal Partake of what's been offered Then offer up what you can spare Or take some of the burden If it's one that you can bear From an open window We listen for the doves Nothing new under the sun A different kind of love
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Titus 04:34
Titus Titus stands alone against the church against the throne Against the state against the clinic Against the academy and the market Against the individual and the family The circus and the sideshow The intelligence community, the judiciary, and the press Titus is misunderstood can't make himself clear is a bumbling mess Masquerading as Lear Absent the mind to lose Plus unspeakable power Leveraged against itself Like a debt we know will never be paid Like fire breathing horses trampling the town Devouring whole cities turning people into clowns The world is melting and no one noticed It's forty degrees indoors The cinema's a wasteland of apocalypses yet to come i hear you calling for me Titus I hear you howling for the dawn You harbinger of the end of all You unwitting You undoer God Emperor Pawn of the Potlatch of Time You froth to pull the chariot Your saliva corrupts the chalice Having sabotaged the wheat stocks We are coming for your children Teach them nothing is real Without a leg to stand on Dollars dictate television Just like you on their devices Only faster, only better You must know our only last hope To teach them value To teach them meaning And to learn, Titus, to change But you're broke and don't vote so it's a big joke, good Lord, Titus, Victor and Victim Your pilgrimage to Helsinki Before your Lord and Savior Neither lion nor lamb nor serpent nor fish fowl insect reptile What animal but human could court such madness from the gods? O Titus Hear my appeal In spite of you I will love again O Titus You only work for Satan You're just a cruel joke Waiting for rock and roll to extinguish the last of your kind
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Sheep's Clothing The ground beneath me simply floating away As I fall into your inky embrace... Like a wolf in sheep's clothing No-one knows where this is going The pogrom comes and the conformists Line up to eat the nonconforming In ghettoes full of swine with billy clubs I'll tell you one thing You can be the judge Over my dead body Skin bag of chalky bones Over vapor and water Skipping every other sucking stone Sinks to the bottom Dreaming of a horrible death Blinded by stars When clouds blacken the moon I am falling weightless to the embers of Earth Holding the tether unwinding from my guts The carabiner flapping unattached I'm like a wolf in sheep's clothing Shed this conventional skin Let my teeth show my eyes glowing i was born in this spacesuit Slowly floating away Follow quarry from a distance Patiently wait... (The ground beneath me simply floating away As I fall into your inky embrace) ...to splash in the blood To swim and to suck To crawl inside another creature and come out the other side Once again On the sand Outer space The wolf in the suit and tie Under the black umbrella My shoulders long to expose the night I'm exploding Outside myself I'm a nova A Giant Pink Moth Translating signal code I am data raw electrical Electrochemical I am a perfume cloud A naked emperor I AM WOLF Crying for my mother the moon Sister I'm so sorry i abandoned you 7 suns for 7 universes I see diamonds in that dream I worship Of the worst death I can and do imagine When you close your eyes What floats before your vision? The ground beneath me simply floating away As I fall into your inky embrace The ground beneath me simply floating away As I fall
5.
Blue Motorcycle Simple William Something's Blue Motorcycle Diamond shaped collapsible Digitized smeared pixel freeze Deep Blue Motorcycle Like broken clockworks Into my vision A twilight nocturne Blue Motorcycle Covers ground without a sound His name is William Something He will never see it coming Simple William Something's Blue Motorcycle Street haze Hit asphalt Skin me Blue Motorcycle Black Top the Butcher A box of notebooks filled with definitions A mirror that distorts the features A flame in the palm of his hand In the palms of his hands Blue Motorcycle Fits in a backpack Lingers near the exit Pummeling a cigarette Fists balled up like knots of stiff wire His face hard around the edges Surrounded His escape We all live in the clutches, but you, you're the Fat Man 3D Print Blue Motorcycle Story ghost Stares into the prism's trance Kaleidoscopes enchant the man who's seen it all twice and survived, knowing no-one wants to hear about it
6.
Imperial Staircase Double helix fire escape Twin traps of time and space Imperial Staircase Rope ladder to nowhere A voice in the darkness A light that once shown there With infinite patience Rebuild the transmitter Imperial Staircase My name David Grammar It's crimson, it's cardinal, Red in green lantana It merged with my spinal cord A purple vine up the brain stem And it felt like we were speaking And then I stopped to listen in Holding onto the railing I could see the antenna I kept moving forward Must relay the message I've intercepted Now it's decoding me Gelatinous yellow sickness My name is Davey Grammar And I am a witness To atrocities committed by the United States government The murder of innocent Women and children Hungry ghost war machines Zero sum economies I don't know what to believe Mostly not anything Through lattice work lightning I can see The Imperial Staircase waiting to envelop me Take me up in your wrought iron arms Double helix spinal braid Imperial staircase Two sides of the same face
7.
Thoughtcrime 05:14
Thoughtcrime This world Snares, misapprehension A world erected for their pleasure Execute the program Nasty Weather In the field, these techniques seem to work better Stare at the clock Don't give it a thought Feeling lighter than a feather The world is everything other The world is everything else What we do to each other What we do to ourselves A light that flickers and winces A door that buzzes and clicks An outdated operating system And your whole sector's sick We find in talking with the enemy They know they're going to die They kill to survive the indignity Which is to say, hey We all kill for the money Stare into the pupil of the all seeing eye When you're looking at your cell phone When you look up at the sky The world is everything other The world is everything else What we do to each other We do to ourselves We cultivate paranoia So as to muddy the waters a bit Get outplayed at your own game in your own arcade Might as well pack up your shit and call it a day Go back to Foggy Bottom Stare into the light of the retinal scan What you whisper in your sleep The world's most powerful man Is terrified of what you're thinking I am terrified of what I am thinking The way I look at you is a thoughtcrime A painting of Abraham Lincoln I am terrified Of what I am thinking

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During a transitional period for the band and its individual members, not what they were and not yet what they might become, a series of portraits emerges: ACTION PAINTINGS OF MORALLY AMBIGUOUS MEN IN DESPERATE SITUATIONS, WHISTLEBLOWERS, NEASAYERS, RELUCTANT WITNESSES, EMOTIONALLY ABANDONED HUSBANDS, ANXIOUS LOVING FATHERS, CONFUSED AMERICANS.

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released November 8, 2018

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Matthew H. Welch Baltimore, Maryland

Songmaker, Singer, Guitar Player, Producer for SIGINT. Formerly of the Aviary and Pedge. Poetic Rock and Roll From A Future.

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