1. |
Becoming
02:06
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soon I will be a figment of the truth, a stage for something new
soon I will understand why freedom falls behind the tallest wall
soon I will crack the code that holds the root, see the answers in the nude
soon I will become a part of everything,
in a place that holds the strings that cradle what happens,
and makes me love my friends,
through fear and predictions that the world is going to end,
and when time is not a friend of the old space
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2. |
Drop your idols
04:01
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it happened again, I wandered through my apathy
seems strange, but I guess that it's just a part of me
no self to recognize the weight of death between her thighs
i opened the door and he ran out into the street,
an open wrist, clenched fist carnival scene
believing what he has is something that can't be passed,
but it's not apart from you,
away off in some distant room
time is not where you leave it,
time is constantly breathing in
i stumbled again, but somehow through my sympathy
some quality time to spend with his misery
killing time until we die, drown the pigs who won't comply
but it's not apart from you,
away off in some distant room
time is not where you leave it,
time is constantly breathing in
but I will not cherish you
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3. |
Angles & drones
05:50
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hold onto subjectivity,
hold onto objectivity,
and go back and forth for eternity
go back and forth for eternity
angles and drones, angles and drones
hold onto your proximity,
to everyone you love and want to be free,
and go back and forth for infinity,
go back and forth for infinity
angles and drone, angles and drones
keep this in mind for the next time you're alive
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4. |
Sleeping in
04:39
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soon it'll happen to you,
you will pass on through,
a new way to find truth
trust keeps calling your bluff,
drugs remain a must
sleeping in, sleeping in
trust keeps calling your bluff,
drugs remain a must
sleeping in, sleeping in
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5. |
Kyle's kindness
01:18
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6. |
On a straight line
02:36
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i am on a straight line,
passing through a paradigm
snotty nosed with bad luck,
a thousand ways to get stuck
but what is life?
it's in my mind
keep opening doors, but it's the same
call the dogs,
they won't bite,
tell them all -
"it doesn't want to hurt you,
a thousand ways to get through
but see it all and you'll crack,
because god's face, it is a mask
I'd know"
but what is life?
it's in my mind
keep opening doors, but it's the same
all the time I wonder what it's like,
waiting in line for two worlds with one small goal
wasting my time away from all I love
wow, I love my hate
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how does it take away from your day?
you're clouded and consciously dead,
but water falls out of the null void of space,
a wonderful place to call your home
pleading for life while under the knife,
but how did you grow up to be full of the sweetness of lips?
your cut finger tips will mould the next four years
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8. |
How it's real
06:21
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taste the water, it's the same
all leaked in through the same place
drenched the post cards along the way,
quenched the thirst of rigid frames
and dripped on finger tips that are guiding everything,
through crooked trees and laser beams,
all across the world it seems,
like the disease that bleeds and walks
how do I get through the next four years?
how do I show how the lights bend?
I want to know
and to leave the dirtied streets that are fucking everything,
through Hitler dreams and vomit streams,
all across the world it seems,
like the disease that bleeds and walks
lick the pavement, it's to blame
leaves you empty in this place
hides the answers with its strength,
makes you wonder how it's real, or how it's real
I won't blame anyone else when it's too late to talk about my health
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at risk of sounding like I'm complaining,
my mind is trapped inside of a prison
i'll never truly get what time is,
and all my friends one day will vanish,
away into the next room
at risk of sounding like I've lost it,
I'm sure that culture is holding us hostage
in a self destructing scheme,
away from everything we believe is true and good,
but i'm alright
Transcendence is allowing your mind to enter a domain that falls beyond comprehension or linguistic understanding. If we negate the binaries that we instinctively know and understand, we stand outside of such. The issue with stopping here, is that we simply create a third perspective - albeit one that is more wholesome I’m sure. But we can move further into this realm by simply acknowledging this ‘transcendence’ as the progression into a mere negation of binaries. From here, we can continue infinitely. In creating a third view that negates the binaries, we can create a fourth option that negates the negation of binaries. I will not believe in the negation of binaries, for that negates the reality of such binaries - however, I will also not believe in such binaries. Furthermore, I will not believe in the negation of the negation of binaries, or the binaries as they exist in reality, or their mere negation. So on and so forth.
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10. |
Fluidity in sameness
04:29
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you really got to dig,
to see what's in their eyes
and call a doctor, let them know your hurts, let them know your lies
you really got to live,
before you can die
but try to block it out, try to let it in, let the wind decide
passing through that frame again,
television dreams of old friends believing,
once I felt life, once I felt the weight of everything
hide her in all my thoughts,
pumping the blood to a pulse
evacuate her warmth, covering my body,
it bleeds into me and infinity
going back and forth between all past and future belief,
make contact with everything bland,
and wash away the clear air between all past and future belief,
make contact with everything bland,
and wash away the clear air
I want to let go of it all
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11. |
Parking for mum
03:23
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she is a doctor,
giving out orders,
makes the waiting hours feel better
"want to lay down and count the worlds?"
she is the water,
slipping through gutters,
trying to find parking for her mother
"want to lay down and count the worlds?"
the world is as real as you'll allow it to feel
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12. |
Waiting on marta
05:44
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god, I don't know god
are you getting your vitamins?
are you well?
how could you tell if that change is in your brain?
one day, maybe it'll stay in place,
like water frozen in time,
leading you on - the illusion is strong
it goes on and on and on
it pulls you in and it leaves again
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Chloe's world Canning, Nova Scotia
Chloe's world is the ongoing collaborative recording project of Ryan B - a songwriter and vegetable farmer living in rural Nova Scotia.
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