Liner Notes for I Am A Dead Man
Text by Cbattle.
By Any Means Necessary
Thick, seeping darkness and prehistoric weight.
The last steps of a beast at the dawn of an age of mud.
Ponderousness bespeaks ruin, empty doorway to shrouded days.
Words slow on an unfamiliar tongue, new in sickness and alien to prayer.
I Am A Dead Man
Order bred from static, signal shifting like sands.
Rasping the low heavens to reveal a shining underbelly beneath dull bulk/dead man. Specter limps in shards of subconscious, undercurrent of dust, bleached hierarchy of bones. Dead is white. Stasis is white. Freedom is black. Winging bullet is gray.
After course is a blackness of murmurs, a whispered curse, promises lost to forgetting. Disconnect blossoms, slow unfolding of dissonant petals, movements out of register.
Ebbs, tidal hisssssssss.
Exercises In Freedom
Stretched between three points in the tactile drip, dirty threads string up the ends of means. Fold down. Overcome in echo broth, foam feeds back in insistent, damped response. Waves die despite their infinite breadth, canceling, clawing back space with repetition, with distance; Could be a place. Could be a mirage, pretty nothings painting crescendo.
Movement is viscous here, twisted sideways like seaweed in shear. Movement leaves the center still in an amber of sound.
Framed movement, sound tricks.
Just see the center, how can we move when both ends are sliding opposite ways? Benches, leaves, wind, gum on concrete, eyes sweep the ground.
Motion is a lie.
Movement is viscous here.
released July 15, 2013
Composition and production by μ-metik.
Text by Cbattle.
Mastered by Christopher Leary at Melograf Mastering.