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I’m made of papier-mâché. When I wake up, it’s lights out and then I like to wander away. Well, I’ve been skull fucked with a musket. And I don’t trust it. I’m rusty like lusting after young love with no substance. I’ve stumbled my way out of a jungle tumbling all about without making any footprints, and I’m stuck in the pit with cottonmouth and no limbs. In a belligerent Zen. I must have been up daydreaming on a GRTC city bus again. A combustible engine. Water pumps and skin. Simon says nothing of note to sovereign men. I dream of then and your words, and I need a pinch. An aluminum bat in my face and I won’t flinch. And I don’t give a fuck about how much he can bench. See, there’s money on the line and money’s money all the time, but this time I’m in line for a live show mindfuck. I’m spinning with the Fan blades. I’m dancing on a table with a hand grenade. Tap dance. Three a.m. Strange arcades. Arcane matter. Sound fades… Ear wax made of forgotten memories, I pick at it with a pick axe and pixilated skew on things perhaps. The nuances sting. And I don’t get gravity or self-made maps. It never happened. It was bound to collapse. I’m on that same plane with a fate that I can’t cash. Have you ever met a pack of scientists that could not split an atom? I’m picking it apart and spittin the littlest bits at em. Adam and Eve’s coffin. A sleeping bag for two. Use fabric softener often. I got Planet Earth and a bionic dolphin. But you’re in the middle of a kissing contest. Walk up in the club with radioactive bling. Get carried away on a pterodactyl wing. Personal attack, I castle my king, take the cockpit and make the captain sing. Sing me to sleep. I’m on my feet. I’ve got a secret that I really can’t keep but it reeks of insincerity, and five years later I don’t dare to say “prepare yourself for disparity” because I am a parody of my former self. No clarity like time on a watch on a wrist in a fight. I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m made of papier-mâché. When I wake up, it’s light out and then I like to wander away…
from Tap Water,
released June 20, 2013
Written and performed by Isaac Lyons Ramsey a.k.a. Swordplay
Produced by Pierre De Brouwer a.k.a. Pierre the Motionless