Blackout knee deep knapsack detonator
Will or wont he murder faster accelerator
Back in the trap clap hand on keys
Lock a set of these, where crypt sleeps
Where the blood seeps, where the sewage creeps
Body hung like pinata, my brick drop head like a jet fighter
Cocaine fuel going higher, all my fluids are lighter
Ambush, out your stupid putrid flesh, get my spirit inspired
My body retire before my grip get even tighter
86, 86, out this fix, out of this shimmer 86 in a glitch
86, savage mistress
Irish exit remain on perspective
All about it, no doubt
All about it, no doubt
All about it, no doubt
No doubt blowing mines under Hawthorn Ridge redoubt
Fuck a recount, know this, bitch, I’ll pull your teeth out
Hard left hooks the jaws of all the creeps and frigid weak
Cannot speak, rest in peace, up the heat on this blackout
I cold clock it, in and out in a minute, 60 seconds 86 it
Tripping, body tippin, wobbly, spinning, i can’t believe it
Can’t see shit, can’t believe it, I stay so privileged pon my sinless
Catch my body by it’s frame, i’m stable in my grave
Negative space fills my body trip, edge of my lip make it synchopate quick
Composer and multi-instrumentalist Robert Stillman takes a magnifying glass to American self-image on his latest avant-garde work. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 25, 2022
Recordings from the last 13 years of Buffalo, NY's avant-garde collective Cages, ranging from surreally beautiful to deeply unsettling. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 5, 2019