Blue van Meer [part III​]​: 'Love Lies Limp (Feigning Stately Dignity​)​'

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lyrical content inspired by / culled from these works:

"Special Topics in Calamity Physics" by Marisha Pessl
"Chronic City" by Jonathan Lethem
"The Road" by Cormac McCarthy

listen with Albini's suggested EQ settings for "In Utero"

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released January 31, 2013

d. schultz: Stylophone, acoustic guitar, contact mic, vox, processing

recorded/mixed the second week of January 2013
at coattrack HQ, Portland OR
by d. schultz

this is a joint coattrack/APNEICVOID release
CTR016 / APNEICVOID_005

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tbi Portland, Oregon

tbi =
[troubled by insects]
[total body immolation]
[traumatic brain injury]
[true blind inebriation]
[the backhanded initiation]
[this blunt intercourse]
[total bent isolation]
[this brutal instinct]
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Track Name: Diverting the mind with a book or play
Disquieting answers
from incomprehensible questions
we have no sugar mountain
to journey backward towards
not freed or liberated
but wholly conquered
i am your puppet
i am absorbed

The mosquito on my arm
small hypodermic needle
mistletoe above my head
fluid made to keep me stable
my thoughts glacier like lava
lollipop head on woozy neck
bookmark smile 'til i'm sober
take pills, take alcohol, take our check

THERE IS A WAR
BETWEEN THOSE WHO SAY THERE'S WAR
AND THOSE WHO SAY THERE'S NONE

I need to read it again
i need to talk about it less
a strange, suffocating violence
no pleasure, peace; no common sense
Track Name: Reciting Keats (Eleanor's words surrendered)
Gaze slipping beyond the edge
the tabletop
the knee of your pants
what is projected in that margin?
i thought
i thought you were sandwiches
my face
SHOOT IF YOU MUST
THIS OLD GREY HEAD

No remedy for evil
but only the image of it
as we conceived it to be
no deux ex machina
for our real lives
so best to sell our lives for free

She's got the diety looks
she's got the wall
she's got the curtain
she's got the greater solipsism
we have no book
and our fathers are dead in the ground

There is a war and we have lost