somatoform, connection, self​-​actualized, pure of intention

by hush muhney

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about

day-old coffee
testing the body
hiding the child
think of playing

pure entertainment
digging the grave
talking to my dog
arian religiosity

no off-days

credits

released July 31, 2016

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Track Name: saul weird
did you listen to milk hotel?
while i exploited us for song
i was disappointed with your lyrics
went something like “i’m a misogynist
“but do i still love my women”

my capacity for projection
will never cease to amaze me

can you send me some songs?
can you tell me about your girlfriend?
i swear i won’t make it
weird

i don’t need this
i lie that i’m self-sufficient

blame it on chicago
chicago’s not cool anymore
what’s in it for me, chicago?
what do you have for me, chicago?
i wanna go home but it’s here

i’m not always sad but i’m never at peace
i think “he has nothing to do with me”
Track Name: matter doesn't
MATTER DOESNT TRULY MATTER
FIRE ALL YOUR SCIENCE TEACHERS
MATTER DOESNT REALLY MATTER
ARREST ALL YOUR FUCKING TEACHERS

PERPETUATING THE DELUSION OF THE NEXT GENERATION
VICARIOUS LIVING AND WEEPING SAMARITANS
Track Name: summer again
i fill myself with good breakfast
i pump myself with crack
you smell like beer and cigarettes
you smell like my dad
seasons make me think of trauma
but i won't tell you that

i'll tell you im suburban excited
that i just don't want the fun to end
unless you can pump me with a calm so strong
it overwhelms every single crevice

let's get summer trashed
what came first, the sweat or the nerves?

it's getting hotter and hotter
our world might possibly end
it's so god damn fucking humid
i'm obviously not made for this climate
looking at society's built on mating
evolved past the point of breaking
i’m not built for this environment
Track Name: mother 2 daughter interlude
listen to me
you are overreacting

like it’s your first time

i was telling myself not to smoke a cigarette
found someone’s little partial in my purse pocket
like a tiny gift from god
this can’t be my fault

oh woe is me
i’m in love like the movies
oh woe is me
i wanna be with my baby
oh woe is me
i wanna be outside my body
woe is me
Track Name: about womanhood
im singing about a girl
i call her nice things
cuz i want her so bad huh
cuz i want her so badly

im singing about a girl
because my life's incomplete
if my dick's not inside something

i'm a male feminist
ugly can be sexy
there’s no escape huh
from this ideaology

sweetheart, you have such delicate hands and slender wrists
it makes me feel good to know how easily i could snap you up into bits
i'm a real real good guy for not beating you baby
i hate it when men don't hold open doors for women

i don't mind buying you a drink if you're interested in me
yeah you i'm looking at you
you have such pretty nails girl
you have such pretty hair angel
if you are keeping to yourself, following your dreams
damn your independence makes you all the more appealing to me

HANNA ALREADY SAID IT, HANNA ALREADY BEAT IT DEAD
BUT I ALREADY BLED IT I ALREADY BLED MY PRETTY

you were born an angel
sweet soft flesh bound in bows and fabric of pink
so that everyone knows how precious you are.
it is so lovely and important that you are here
to bring everyone happiness.
i hope you understand that you will have to work to stay so pretty
like those around you deserve.

you make life you are life you will be forced to
push life out of you with pain that transcends
and your eggs will be gathered
half smashed with hammers
half bashed against your skull.
the yolk will be taken and smashed around your face.
we'll take pictures of the yolk-hand in your mouth
because it looks so so good.
looks so so good.

oh you have the perseverance of a survivor of abuse
oh you have the heightened intuition of the oppressed
Track Name: q for answers
wild-eyed and sleep-deprived
reality splits itself into perfect shreds
like a victim blade of grass

you flee to a place of warmth and breath
the rain of hooves, startled to galloping
facets filled with expanding caulk are forced to
move into deeper holes

in the morning, shit has evaporated
you have residue and vacancy
bridges in all states of newness and rot
what exactly have you got?

does a priest worry about redundancy?
what about the redundancy of living?
scream at me lists of pros and cons
and how every story is an allegory for that before it

like, fighting loneliness is a full-time job
like, i’m a jack of all trading perception
like, too much coffee now short of breath

on the quest to fuck all of my dad’s friends
and all my high school crushes
frolicking in the game of power dynamics
this is how you raise the dead
Track Name: a study f♂r mgmt
if my will is strong enough could i charge out of death?
am i allowed to just keep beginning again and again?
if my will is strong enough can i gallop across the earth?
i feel that urge to learn everything there is to learn
i’m supposedly made of fire, ram from lion, a ram

i feel my genetic inferiority
i feel my body trying to die
i feel my genetic inferiority
evolution gone awry

washing hair down drains moving against the grain
i'm full of desire my stomach hurts
drunk on youthful desire for destruction
or something i’m just so sick of theory

in my dreams all my lovers
live in a house all lovin each other

why do communes and utopias go rancid?
why can’t i be forever dancin?
(it’s like i know an answer but still think
it’s all shit)