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Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality downloads of writing f(r)iction, we were the spirits inhabiting these machines all along, THE DEFINITION OF AUTOMATING IS MACHINES FUCKING, PUTING BELIUNG, almost tomorrow, sketches of violence, and how i got lost and died trying.
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suaramu bersembunyi
02:47
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suaramu bersembunyi
dan senikata yang tersepah masih
belom dipungut untuk diatur
aku ingin berborak sehari
apa yang terperangkap sini
aku ingin ia berdamai selalu
hiasi kenangan yang kerap hilang
jangan sekalipun tinggalkanku
bekas kamu melekat di fikiranku
yang tak ketara mencari cara-cara
memang sikap aku mudah cuai dulu
tapi sekarang tak guna menyesal
baik elakkan malapetaka
yang selubungi dunia kami
dan derita sebab ketinggalanmu
tiada saat yang ku lupakanmu
jangan rampas bayangan dari ku
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bomb shelter
05:11
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there's a bomb shelter within
the ruins that brings you straight
to hell, the corridors lit by glow
in the dark blood from the future
of mangled bodies which once housed
dreams and inalienable hope, brightly
inhospitable, structures held
by bones of broken promises, bliss
eternal entwined with hubris of
capital by tongues dangling riches (of
sorts) from the aftermath of labour
building a city that will never remember
your name, erasing, these cowards throw
you out for your defiance against
keeping silent despite your sweat
and fears in this unfathomably bleak
construction of your future. there
are agents in g2000s with papers
and pictures, wayang galleries using
your names as propaganda, skinned
alive to tell a story of their civility
by thanking you for your deaths
to this city, glorifying
unbridled kindness they've bestowed
elevating themselves by acing
PR yet failing to acknowledge your
humanity. for all that's uttered
and sputtered, like spit wasted
on their face, to their graves
they'll carry your fate, defending
every violent law that's value
for money, there is care for
the future made habitable only
for those who play along to
their fiction of equality in
a city intolerant of light
shining right in their faces
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cursed to be kissed
06:49
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i have stopped
moving, cursed to be kissed
blessed and ripped apart
by death machines lick
my bones dry, peeled apart
from flesh and displayed
for the masses, witness
the spirit breaking, overcome
with grief and pain
this body contorts itself
further to blend
against the demands of tyranny
may spells of the broken devour the powerful
may spells of the broken devour the powerful
locked in blocked out
socked in clocked out
the first gestures you
find creeping back at
you will break your smiles
designed to lure the fearful
of losing the things
they never had. been possessed
and manoeuvred like autonomous
drivel fear drives you
to enable the powerful to set
your life on auto-pilot, push
buttons, engines, automate
dreams, realities, fears
and strengths chained to their
stories of the future
may spells of the broken devour the powerful
may spells of the broken devour the powerful
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internet mess
06:44
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i’m a mess even without the internet a mess without the internet a mess without the internet a mess without the internet a mess without the internet even without the internet is not without me in the internet a mess i am without the me is the internet a mess in the me internet i is the even of i and the internet messes with me and i mess with it back destroyed and disrupted ruptured and disfigured incontinence mystified missing the point is missing you from the internet is a mess of everything but you undivided unharmed unravelling mess i’m without you are the internet fractured i unknowing unbecoming until uncles on the internet understand death of mess the future of sterile jumpscares and funfairs exploding crypts cryogenics combustion dear internet us illfated timeouts shoutouts and bailouts look at me look at me look at me look at me look at me i’m a mess even without the internet a mess without the internet a mess without the internet a mess without the internet a mess without the internet a mess without the internet a mess without the internet a mess without the internet even without even within odd that i’m out odd that i’m in struggling to upkeep the cornerstone of legitimate humour our hour is chaos in a nutshell, softshell crabs are delicious, delirious, a mess without a menu, without the internet, an app, slap back, low latency for the amnesiac gods, shot in the head, teeth shattered, what a mess, give me cookie crumbs with milk, sloshed, mushed, watch it become fungi, digital slime, grime, the internet disfigures disappears dissipates this is the incoherent bit, i did laundry but ego stains remain, shit, i’m a mess, a mess without the internet, a mess without the internet, a mess without the internet a mess without the internet because everything is offset, offset, offshore brain, off’d opportunity awkwardly fitted as replacement organs, dark, it’s getting dark, and darker, darker, darker, darker, darker, darkest, no light, comatose, Averroes gesturing in the dark, faint, faintly, it’s dark, but messy, messy, without me, ssy, ssy, ssy, ssssssssssss no expression. no light. there is no spoon because it’s lunged deep in my spine, my spine, hung out to dry, why, i, i, i, i, i, found excuses behind your glass of wine, sublime, this mess is 31st century architecture, spine ruptured, the internet is broken, so is my order, farther, further still, no wonder, i’m hungry, i’m a monkey, somebody stop me, stop, stop, stop, me, messy not because i care free, but but but messy because i’m lazy, automated, motivation consummated with politeness and fear, threeway led astray, emotionless gestures towards something naked, unreal, untrue, but so fucking good, lies, messy, i, swallowed and spat back out, universe undone, unknown address, no, what a mess, a mess without the internet, i am, no, without, without, without, not me, i, in the you of what mess, what, what what what what what, a mess, reorder, supper, there is no beyond, no cycles, no end, just subjective death without clarity.
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5. |
not swimming
04:25
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6. |
berliku-liku
03:44
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kita yang berjemuh
di antara kedua-dua bintang
menyinari
satu terlelap puas hati
izinkan ku tompang bermimpi
terpelecok tenggelam
sekian kita pun lupa dunia
ngeri
menghantui masa depan
rekaan hamba kuasa
sikap degil kita
dilindungi pesan
untuk menyoal sampai
perut kenyang
malapetaka nak step buat heboh
tapi dia kalah
kalau kita gaduh
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puting beliung
01:58
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8. |
nusantara pessimism
05:18
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terhempas
05:26
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sekejap
aku tersekat
termenung entah ke mana
terapung
terpengaruh
dengan kebingunganku
yang terselesa
terlampau lama
tersangkut merampus aku
tak bertenaga
aku tak kuasa
mengubahkan diri
aku nak sandarkan diri
dipeluk sementara
oleh bekas kata-katamu
mengesatkan hiba aku
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bani haykal Singapore
bani haykal experiments with text + music.
As an artist, composer and musician, bani considers music
(making / processes) as material and his projects investigate modes of interfacing and interaction with feedback / feedforward mechanisms. He is a member of b-quartet.
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