Posing as Love

by Old Monk

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released 10 June 2014

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Track Name: Alta Rush
golden trees and lakes surround the making of a superpower
clippers make their way for gold and miners plant the seeds of old

stakes are made for mountain ranges hammered on the harm
and plates are ripping through the ages to break somebody’s arm
and we pin our maps with knives all along

and who took silver lake infested with wells of dirty palms
and you can sink your tooth into an avocado farm
and even if the fante trips through dirty dives and hotel lobbies
with no pennies i can treat her better with the making of the
great american extended play
Track Name: Fowl and Foe
just because love is only persuasive chemicals
does not absolve you of the blame
i depend on nanoscopic upswings in particles,
that spark the notions in my brain

so i brace hard for the anger and trite
painting your eyes as i turn out the lights
i depend on the tenor that sleeps in your eyes
harness the light to cope with the night

the building of the barricade is total with your shoulder blade
and i commend the tearing of the legacy you sorta made
and i sow
seeds to the fowl and foe

seasoning my liver in the winter when i started
mitigates the fabricated memories departed
we set the land on fire with averse eyes

seasoning my liver in the summer is a part of
losing all memories in act of thereof
we set the land on fire with napalm pies

just because love is only technically stratagem
does not negate the joy or gain
happiness is exclusively subatomic particles
that feed directly to my brain

so i reach hard when i break for the light
i hide in the bushes and sneak in the night
a sneeze can discover the peace with a light
break in the pressure that squeezes the fight

the wonder of invention is the least of my intentions
and i’ll follow convention if you’re paying attention
and i sow
seeds to the fowl and foe
Track Name: Seymour
they’re always searching for me
cuz i’m like you
i hate what’s coming for me
i used to choose

but we’ve seen the last
of 40 seconds in the past
always better than the next 40 approaching
its a paradox
but we cry all the same

there’s always pressure to go
so i lay down low
i lay down low
there’s always pressure to go
so i reach inside my pocket
pick an angle on the locket
there’s always freaks in my brain
so i lay down low
i lay down low

but we’ve seen the last
of 40 seconds in the past
always better than the next 40 approaching
its a paradox
but we cry all the same
Track Name: Mages
the piece in the paper caused a panic
the sheiks and the mages automatic
action to heat consists of static
here comes the sun to scorch our envious sons

the sheiks and the mages caused a panic
by bleeding the public interest
seize the moment when they say
that you need to believe the heaviness of the seas

so we sail
with a minx and a sheet towards the whale
but the sticks in the butter and the cannons in the ground
raids on the admirals are never to be found

the sheiks and the mages caused a panic
by bleeding the public interest
seize the moment when they say
that you need to believe the heaviness of the seas

and we bleed
for the many people and their needs
i don’t blame the indispensability we found
how can it be wrong to desire all the sounds
its how

the sheiks and the mages caused a panic
by bleeding the public interest
seize the moment when they say
that you need to believe the heaviness of the trees

so we wronged
we were wronged by the rights all along
i don’t blame the leaning or the cynical alarms
if you are empowered you have the right to harm
it’s on

but it’s all the same all the same
through the history and pages
all the same all the same
it’s inevitably in vain
it’s the change there’s no change
flip through systematic wages
but it’s insane it’s so insane
to be living anyway

write a letter with a b
and we’ll end it with an l or an e
and you see the letter with the same old song
what’s the only reason to swim along

well i don’t know and the people haven’t known and the president has shown that annihilation goes where nobody knows
but it’s all the same it’s all the same
through the history and pages
all the same all the same
it’s inevitably in vain
it’s the change there’s no change
flip through the mauls and the wages
but it’s insane it’s so insane
to be living anyway
Track Name: Volcanic Prisons
i sail the ocean for us
forests of endless hidden trees
in the sunken breeze

only pacific topographical vistas hinder me
and it’s all i see

i thought the animals were calling
new york is farther than the mountain
volcanic prisons are pounding

i ride the tourniquet
the natives are arresting me
for my pirate greed

as we ascend the hill
the blood is rushing past my knee
through my hands and feet

the ash is sneaking in my lungs and i am breathing in the fun and i am bleeding out the one
and it’s all for me

i thought the animals were calling
new york is farther than the mountain
volcanic prisons are pounding

i thought the animals were calling
tahitian eagles are astounding
they liberate my heart it’s pounding
Track Name: Flesh
pleats of wrath can’t shake it off when the waist is all in your mind
and your skin is only making enough of the sweater in to twine
but you’ve got enough to remind
the pope of a perilous time

you can’t shake a gavel at all the fall-flat punches that make it past the parting line
it’s the part of the bench that makes me want to align
myself with the paupers and dimes
cause wheels are emotional lies

the flesh on the body
is only a home
for bulls of bugatti
to trace their face into bone

meet the makers of the past and make them an offer and try to make them mad
they’re no modern men they’re no modern men
but only if you can defend
mongolian mathematicians

pleading knees can’t make it up when you march through the eaves
with your shirt all ripped and tattered up and your face in the trees
so seize opportunity now
the meek don’t get sick of the plow

the flesh on the body
is only a home
for bulls of bugatti
to trace their face in to bone

the sweat on the body
is just a control
for making the money
with stone cold stares in to stone
Track Name: Eurasia
it took two lions
and five crosses to sleep
rest is what we need
for tomorrow we may bleed

it took some fire
Loads of ire
Songs from the lyre
We put out the fire

There's unsuspected nodes
Cultivated rows of plenty
undulated trees

Your movements all serene
captures everything I hold so lite
leeks in every bite

you stew absurdist prose
and brew contorted poses in your dreams
tortured the pristine

your sexuality
pinioned in a milky scene that don"t seem right
to trite and still a crime

This I can't decide
forced me to
abide by every trace
brace my face
your fish have swam astray
blood will flow
and wine will rule the night
if might just take our lives

Help me if you can
I suggest you be my friend
don't fancy me?
I don't blame you
a seedless caucasus grew and threw up the path he knew
a naked future blue
Track Name: History
Senor L. Buñel was a babe and
he taught the spanish population
that existence is inane and
Andalusian dogs are crazy
and they’re sad

he spoke to me
with a wrist in time with the aegean sea
treating simone to a razor
and the lady has manner of the lady of the manor
unequivocal in tenor and tranquility of candor
and she sinks when they mach schock schau

schock schau

i relate to systematic
ex post facto automatic
pleasing of a diplomat
extract significance in action

but all i want is a part of history
spare the elegant fall of apathy

Sir Franklin Black he made a name for
collegiate storming of the dance floor
and i appreciate his clamor
it speaks to everyone with blood
and soul

he sings to me
through abrasive lungs of a coyote
in a minute you see
that they sit you down with a gun in the knee and your feet in the trees
and your head and your hearts on the rocks when when they mach schock schau

i deliver my attacks to
pacifists who turn their backs
i split their skull and no one acts
let’s sit down and make a pact?

all i want is a part of history
disregard the italian pedigree
all i want is a part of history
everybody is all i try to please
it’s too hard to deliver goods to light
feed the beast and he declines to bite
i take a shot and no one will see me
but all i want is a part of history
Track Name: Running Boards/Promethea
sing songs today
at the quay fragment’s delay
and we’re back
when the breaker is down
but something is caught in the way
something amidst those who drowned

relativity ranks
with the throes of those who died
pick a sonnet for her
it’s not yours you know you lied

and we’ll break all the waves
it’ll sound like you staved off
the frozen and splayed
but it can’t be explained
cause something is caught in the way
something amidst those who drowned

promethea soft and sweet i try to sleep but you’re after me pummeled my chance
to make a lovely sweater with patterns of snowflakes and coarse white ribbons

nostalgia you’re raping me flowers of semen posing as love all of these thoughts
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Track Name: Art Heist
He pitched the lumber and sank the oil in a sack in a suitcase
for a watchful woman

we stick it in the market and pray that the law can’t track up a bootlace
to trace and follow us down matisse is a man who’s known about town

where is there an attic to hide
the strange folks that decide
let’s stay on the moderate side
but classifieds don’t
reach to the audience like punchy pills of medicine whose pictures are the largesse in the light

so we picked a moroccan riad with the hopes
that somebody inside has odd panache and a longing to hide
exorbitant and oily prize
in the basement where no one resides let’s make sure we’ve covered our side

it just must be true selfless love for you
though it’s not the noblest means
it’s a step above all the philistine
you have to be cold and green
to appreciate the luxury
Track Name: Secrets in the Lawn
hey it’s on we had a lot of fun
but oh i know someone who knows someone

twenty one reminders on the gun
but oh it only makes sense in this song

so be gone cause really all along
you know i kept my secrets in the lawn

oh we always saved the radar feed
you know the laymen have a way to take the lead
oh we always say so suddenly
we’re gonna change it up and designate a portion of our spontaneity

we had a leg on the run