Slowing by jumping away. Jellyfish pools of magical bulb stars, lit by lightening coursing through the rusted veins of moldy men of vicious towers. Towers that never were and shall never be again. This is the turning of the tide. So slowly now I move. My head in awe at the sight up on high. The moon. The stars. The ancient stars. Deep in the woods, the blood of the earth flows. The breaths, most silenced, are filled in by my own. I, the master of illusion with but one spectator, myself. The universe in vacuum, a sliver of the moon creeping in from shadow in dazed awe at the sunlight obscured by time and space and earth's mantle. Held down to this planet, I descend the dirt path, where the roars of humanity shiver and shatter, most silent, such is matter. Sitting upon a bridge, most ruined, covered in toppled trees and broken glass. The glow of my own species, dismantled by time like my mind's need for beeping and crackling with metal sheet pantomime, radiates off of me within my mind, within the universe. Love is a stain against black, upon this sphere. Such a large, cloud enshrouded plane I've been given. Such beauty my mind has fabricated for me in the blink of an eye, a beat of the heart. It grows cold here in the forest near the river, made holy by my piss. I must shiver with language. I must sing to the lights illumined from void. I must sing to everything. I am a broken man with broken gestures. Shiver with me. Indulge in the flaw of another, free of masks and boundaries. Bathed in humility. Bathed in the multimedia. The tattered rag clothing dissolves. The body, with bones and muscle and guts and hair and flesh, all scarred and decaying, resonates with the liquid, melty passage of time that is my existence. Tick tock goes not the clock, but holes in the ground housing dwelling scorpions, hissing in silence with stingers soaked in bile. Embrace the broken!
Eight tracks of unedited sound poetry recorded deep in the woods in a delirious, broken haze. Afterwards I died. Yet here I am talking to you, with blood pulsing with radiant hoopla. Only in living through death can one discover the truth that they're immortal. I am a God among Gods. Welcome to Mount Olympus. We are obscured by clouds. Soon we shall forget it all, but not for now! Not for now!
I trust your intelligence. I trust that you understand with exactness my every intention with these emissions from my decadent flesh. Solidify, liquify, fly.
1. The Blood Breathes
2. Kingdoms Of Mold
3. Svoot Svoot
4. Walls And Windows Of Flesh
5. Convulsing Bug lungs in Bog Muck Boogey
6. Roman Baths Of Shadow
7. Broken Macrocosm With Broken Gesture
8. To Botswana
Recorded by Dishdawash on June nineteenth in the year two thousand and eleven
Special thanks to Calypso Bizaar
Site â¢â¢â¢ Consistencynature.wordpress.com
Contact â¢â¢â¢ Dishdawash@gmail.com
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notes by Top Of The Flops:
Top Of The FLops is very proud to present its 17th release!
CONSISTENCY NATURE - BROKEN MAN WITH BROKEN GESTURES
an thrilling masterpiece of an album which will bring the daring listener in a well recomanded sound adventure made by the wonderful mind of Consistency Nature. Every track is unexpectable and the complete album will net let you go untill you have dinisht it and than it will play in your head with the magic chambers of creativity! this album is where we from TOTF are all about!
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