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Keenwah 2

by KEENWAH

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1.
Summer nights moths flit 'round the torch a silence from the beast beneath the porch viewing the fields from my rocking chair waiting to smell the harvest in the air But harvest neither run nor waits for man harvest will come when she can I am just a shadow all alone empty school ground to call my home and just because I am stuck to the ground doesn't mean that I can't make a sound On screen, with the time slots, dot dot dots, cue cards, and programming blocks scheduled between the fabulous five dancers and a solo set by Ricky Rocks of the Tunderdome's great malice, and the colossal mossy phallus Palatine planets and "We Have It's", imbued with the feuds between those who begat it so long, yes adios, to the aforementioned Holy Ghost slipping, sliding, slithering, tied to a proposal upon which Abernathy makes a toast to all the human beings he's seen, demoralized by the space between dreams may the assassins, cons, and rapists, complacent, from the tit of prophecy finally wean We can see the infinite light forever ecstasy can be the only endeavor we can talk 'till language fades away we can learn to feel and not to say
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The Provider 06:08
The Provider hangs leary over us all gentle but the giver of many gifts and met needs a young mind sustained off of sound and nothing else causes a rift and a shift in his grand scheme Sorry that I'm not stronger sorry that I'm wiser if we all me the same demise what's the point of even trying? Even though I know that I'm worthless tough love from you isn't worth shit hollow hands that were forced to nurture closed arms were all i found, when I found what i had searched for the young mind sees the doubt but learns respects it the provider stands stout and tries to redirect it Even though I know that I'm worthless tough love from you isn't worth shit
3.
Seagulls 06:12
Distant islands none of them of paramount importance resisting silence all the while trying to find a sense of balance a self-proclaimed watcher of the skies who may not even be able to feed his children today equivalent exchange then comes into play when you strip a family of their own away Los ríos que fluía una vez ahora se diluyen con veneno reemplazo de la menta con una segunda opinión nublada You were taken that day from my arms and forever cradled in his bottomless grip all these shattered bonds seem like simple snips and the flow of blood, now rapid, shifts from floods to drips Fat swarm of locusts a harvest moon rising scarecrow nacho supreme fat man he lookin' lean archaic computer stained glass calculator Mothership, mothership take me Home home home home home home home home
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One day my pool it will be sand every machine, cat and tree they understand pretending just might change the fact that's why the web is where it's at at at at at at at at To be done with the day to be over it now to be old to be cold to be absence aloud
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Marveling at these grand scale walls draped and adorned with enticing curtains as I linger at the entrance of the corridor the force of her hand beckons for more As a man with no rhyme or reason and one that has nothing to offer or give her amidst the throbbing and pulsating grip I make my leave by way of the corridor slither A simple feat so easily performed the moat and iron doors in view barring my exit with blood dripping down from gripping his blade stood child hand of a weeping man destined for reprisal and vengeance As a man with no rhyme or reason and one that has nothing to offer or give her amidst the throbbing and pulsating grip I make my leave by way of the corridor slither
6.
My Habibti 06:10
From the Jasmine smell of your skin to the blank stare in those eyes from the way that you run your hands through my hair when I'm pressed between your thighs soft little breaths, even softer little moans slowly seeming like I'm dreaming rather wildly brilliant flashes of a future where I am waking up pressed against you smiling You've spent your days giving and giving and giving to those who don't care if you're dead or still living no more excuses for their anger and jealousy because now matter who wins in the end your the one that's left hurting You've spent your days giving and giving and giving to those who don't care if you're dead or still living in these arms you find, nothing but mutual need a safe haven that will always be warm and welcoming My Habibti always soft spoken and polite you would have never ever guessed there was so many crossed lines yet uncut ties mapping out, the quest for affection looking to those to cast her out or take advantage I can't offer much but my heart and your protection no longer used, abused, or taken for granted
7.
On the walkway, they keep shuffling assembly lines of endless sucking inside the domes along the walls empyrean holes thin, wide, or tall In this place the will means nothing among the clouds, pleasure means suffering there is no god, nor watchful gaze it takes one thought to leave this place These robots, none have left before I guess I'll be the first to go Just one more day in here and I'll be, just one more day and I'll be out for good These robots, they're all but common whores they'll be there 'till they can't take no more these robots, they're slaves to their human gods these perverts and businessmen and agents of the law These robots can't understand just what they're for overheating, they ossify their cores they march in and out of the pleasure domes above me, behind me, my stratified home These robots, from whom I'm now freed have left me with an insatiable need
8.
Tattered 06:50
Tattered clothes covered in scattered holes and split seams you've battled foes and shattered those who halted the flow of the slipstream permeate and delayed a drastic siege against the temple I built for myself reincarnated for now but hollow as it passes Not even transatlantic seas or volcanic eruptions I won't ever go without it and nothing will disrupt it Blankets are weaved and sewn for you sweet lover to cover your brothers and sisters the threads, made of shallow regret they will understand the helplessness as you begin resist their demands And as your past recides yet the tears begin to fall you're going to soon realize that the sandstorm is gone the desert floor returns to what it once was a new rebirth from rust to shine, like a protostar
9.
Chasmed amass before you had a chance telling stories of how the days used to pass Pulled from half a stump glass will make it slump and the saddest thing of all I can hear it fall How is one to know the timing of the figural when suspended orchards glow in the lanterns behind your eye How is one to know the timing of the figural when suspended orchards glow in the lanterns behind your eye How is one to know the timing of the figural when suspended orchards glow in the lanterns behind your eye How is one to know the timing of the figural when suspended orchards glow in the lanterns behind your eye Chasmed amass before you had a chance telling stories of how the days used to pass Pulled from half a stump glass will make it slump and the saddest thing of all
10.
Gutter Hit 05:44
I’ll close my eyes wait for it to pass to dream of brighter pastures how it all comes down to event every unit spent up on false Thought But who's to say who's to say who's to say who's to say who's to say who's who's to say self control enslaved to release defenses full of nothing but seeds Seep Every second wasted on things that are not say you want to leave the sun in your shed to rot voices rise man in the mirror slide out of voidal womb despise Synthesize Materialize Crown is feeling light and synapses twitch freak tuck slip endless prisms unlit, no one else can see you gutter hit crown is feeling light and synapses twitch freak tuck slip endless prisms unlit, no one else can see you gutter hit
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Sugarbush 06:27
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Mastering by Isaiah Rolow and John Klawitter
(Except for Track 6, mixed/mastered by Jonathan Modell/Tririlla Recordings)
Artwork by Nadia Dubova

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released September 2, 2013

KEENWAH's tunes are brought to you by :
Adam Bretall - Guitar, bass, organ/synth, vocals
Isaiah Rolow - Guitar, bass, organ/synth, vocals
John Klawitter - Drums, acoustic guitar, synth, vocals
Connor Hughes - Alto saxophone

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