Demonstrations in Micronesia

by VAZ

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released April 1, 2000

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Track Name: Blocked by Satellites
Served up a sentence, stalled inside my spine. Cold hesitation liquidizing time. Entering transmit, N-code A2Z. Enter the transmit, satellites blocking me. Then a lost and hollow echo circled in, pulsing dead air into waves. A cell of telephonic ring in my ears. A lonely white noise calling. Auroral octives cascading in air. Exploding speakers, sparklers and flares. Tincanic vocals feedback thru my eyes. My last transmission blocked by satellites. Then a lost and hollow echo circled in, pulsing dead air into waves. A cell of telephonic ringing in my ears. Stereoactive beauty. Then I lost your signal, calling out in vain. Following waves of nothing. And the telephonic ringing in my ears, only white noise revolving. It's not the telephone that's ringing in my ear. Only dark rings around my eyes.
Track Name: Meld w/U-90
Fallen faces fell fast toward the ground. Followed by the eyelids, still watered down. Anyone could tell you, it only takes a mouth. Well you know it's useless without sound. In the presence of eyes, color fades. In the present tense, I'm feeling grey. Fallen faces fell fast toward the ground. Followed by closed throats and severed tongues. Only one way to pry the feeling out. With a meld from you I can't shut it out. Only one way to make it sing. I must meld with you - 90.
Track Name: The Rheumatist
They're closing off the night. I can now feel their breath. Blowing a warning. There's nowhere to run. Kingsize won't float away. Won't you wait. What a waste of good dreams. Clacks on the ceiling, oh christ. Tears on my pillow. Salt soaks right thru. Preserves my head for you. I can't wait to crawl away with no head. Feels like rain.
Track Name: No Woman / No Cry
Inside I'm bottled too tight to carbonize. Your breath is frost on films we can't rewind. And now there wilts a flower. No woman, no cry. We're growing mold on our vines. Too late, no steam or sun to melt the ice. Despite the rain, the air's still stale and dry. And now there wilts a flower. No woman, no cry. Dead petals fall when it's time.
Track Name: Forgotten Classic
You blasted off the red line, open wide. Spinning straight into our sun. Peeled back and feeling weightless, mecurialized. Strattus covering everyone. The changing colors of your eyes are shifting shapes and drifting by. Planets aligned for you. Held back the waves for you. Only to be atomized. It's sad. You walked on water thru the finish line with no cameras there to see. So now what waits for you. Planets aligned for you. Only to be atomized. It's sad. Crawling underneath the masses, ever since your constellation burned up so bright. All were blinded. Stairs lead to a black hole.
Track Name: Statik Electrik
Endless traffic, faulty wire. Shorted out inside. Stuck on pause, recording sound of buzzing pavement flies. Stalled in static, a station breakdown on the tar. And there you are. Lost in shatter of mirrors ripped off, sold and tarred. On a star. Radio waves, yellow lines. Kiss the median tonight. The holy host has spoken. Stalled in static, a station breakdown on the tar. And there you are. Lost in shatter of mirrors ripped off, sold and tarred. On a star. Radio waves, yellow lines. Kiss the median tonight. Whipped confection, sunday drive. I can't dance to it.
Track Name: Amateur Spark Era
Her hand swelled across the river, dancing towards mine. Two waves sinking into liquid. Spit, blood, sweat and shine. Now her hands prey for everyone here. Two hands pray for one. Red eyes sail across the window. Roll out on the floor. Staring down a chrome reflection I've not seen before. Oh when sparks ignite. So let's spark it. Wire wraps around the ankles. Black ground under nails. Replacing the chosen wishes. All apparents fail. So you know something that I don't know. It's an unfamiliar sickness, nothing seen before. Oh when sparks ignite. So let's spark it.
Track Name: Unfinished Pair of Brains
Kneeling down in dark hallways. I'm really tired and really screwed up. What's this address, and what's my name. Do I belong. Well I just can't wake it up any longer. Too dim for bending light around the corners. Up on the stairs, a silver Y-bird comes trickling down. And now my facemask's all beatle-browed. What's there to remember. How many rays of this light will escape tonight, thru the hole in my mouth, thru yellow teeth. And when the flesh falls away and the grey turns black, all that's left is a shell with your name. I chew on plastic to kill the noise. How long's an arms-length from the law. Am I on the blacklist of Sinter Klass. Well I couldn't remember. How many rays of this light will escape tonight. Thru the hole in my mouth, thru yellow teeth. And when the flesh falls away, and the grey turns black, all that's left is a shell with your name. The room's already paid for, but I'm still only occupying the hallways.
Track Name: Treble Noir
Floating weightless. Fall in line to a space between your eyes. A little diamond in the sun. Reflecting your next one. Tear my wings off. Paint my spine. A red candle coat will do. Smoke and radon paralyze the moment's burning ice. Close your eyes now. Slip into a new silence. Throw away all valentines. And watch them. Watch them burn a red fire.
Track Name: Closer Still
Thru the steam I saw you with your starbelt on. Pulling up your wings. So we shot off together in your bubble car. Out to nether rings. Wading thru the orange clouds. Spilling on your pad. Stripping off the chill. Now your pupil planets and your radar hands are closing closer still. Thru the steam I saw you with your starbelt on. Pulling up your wings. Then I spun my head back to see you flying yourself away. Forever stranding me.