by Algorhythms

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...never knew what you were building here footnotes, baby, our pages span a billion years waiting/wading at the edge of the sea gazing at the angels we were destined to be but we’d never live to see, kinda bittersweet apes making babies and dying for the dream fine: dream bigger, eyes on the prize with maps of the stars and supplies for the ride Algorhythms, still performing on Earth and if we gave it away, that’s still more than it’s worth for the Pagans at play and the Mormons at work and the agents of change and the orphans at birth it’s a big damn planet ... room to thrive humankind used to let me down but now the dude abides ...better than bitching cuz breathing is DOPE you need a reason to fight, forget a reason to hope yeah, I been screaming all night, but hey, the people should know your freedom’s a joke, cuz after all, it’s cheaper to own shit so we don’t even see the control - with electric lights to exorcise demons and ghosts you can feel it but leave it alone, then parade around in daylight, completely at home and you know this... …you also know that you’re not just woke up young and never coped with the shock all grown up and lost with a home and job a big ball of panic with a broken facade on a big ball of granite in a big empty space ….a small miracle that could fix any face, right? smile, stoopid, relax and just breathe as the salt from your blood flows back in the sea and a poisoned planet scatters it’s seeds.... AND IT COULD HAPPEN TO YOU, BECAUSE IT HAPPENED TO ME...
...the magicians other hand the audience was watching but they didn’t understand subconscious responses, subliminal commands relax and watch the images expand ...the open seams in your head oaths that you’ve broken - dreams you forget it’s burned from your brain but it’s deep in your chest and it needs to be freed from your flesh ...the science of sleep from lucid levitation to flying at speeds that can take an ape to space to watch Leviathan breathe total silence, and finally, peace ...the glory of that orbital view when you realized you were losing more than you knew paperclips and staplers, reports and reviews it’s a con so of course we’re confused ...the cult of control returns on investments, results you can show men with some questions, consultants and clones buzzards and vultures with phones …they’re picking it clean claiming it mine & draining it dry, living the dream the same silent scream in every image we see we all get to be a witness at least least we get to believe there’s a script behind every last memorable scene and an audience for every single second you breathe letting go’s a hard lesson to teach ...there’s a billion of you all wasting days to pay for their bills and their food the schools and the prisons, office buildings and zoos and the flags that we filmed on the moon ...the magicians other hand the audience was watching but they didn’t understand subconscious responses, subliminal commands ...proceed with the ritual as planned.
Don't you hate when people take sides? The North saying it was slavery being made right The South saying it was basically 'bout States' rights And both were fragrantly insane lies But winners always want to claim prizes So someone's always justifying state violence Every story, you're the victim getting saved by it Cut to real life — open fire on the race riots And have you ever seen a straight line? Your own fingerprints manipulating spacetime Every second's a projection of your brain's lies Dirty hands, open eyes and a changed mind ... spotted off the East coast at dawn It reached the West Wing lawn before an intercept could launch The second that they woke him up, it vanished on the spot They thought that it was odd, but that's the nature of the job She watched him from across the room Tracing every line, memorizing how his body moved Never spoke a word as she talked it through Thinking over everything she never said but wanted to ... don't you hate it when the stories clash? What's the point of being burdened by the boring facts? And the questions that you know you can't afford to ask? In the parking lot, screaming at the quarterback See the same scene in any city you go: Seven billion shining diamonds in an infinite row We share it every second yet we live it alone But to them, it's just a single big continuous show ... spotted off the East coast at dawn It reached the West Wing lawn before an intercept could launch The day it all changed, the world watched in awe The shock of recognition; the faces of the Gods
I flow fresher with age, read more every month know less every day, now I just orbit the Sun we hear more than we see, see more than we know know less than we think, it’s like a horrible joke a watchful kid, always curious & never talkative born with a huge horizon and he broadened it cosmic drift, along with all the awkwardness of consciousness he caught a glimpse and never lost his grip more than measuring the math of the doppler shift real time watching it, span a couple continents he could tune into the nested waves started charting out the harmonies of empty space started noticing his lonely gift in second grade sight and sound was impossible to separate they called it synaesTHEsia, but never saw it move the world of surfaces was all they knew solid smooth molecules that always follow rules monkeys say they got it proved but God is not amused I flow fresher with age, read more every month know less every day, now I just orbit the Sun we hear more than we see, see more than we know know less than we think, it’s like a horrible joke
since I was young, I’ve thought something’s wrong so I used to have my doubts, but now I love my job ...locals felt the blast for five miles lights were something huge, everybody knew I showed up in a suit and satisfied smile it’s all just a classified file big story, never made the evening news easy, too, an operation we routinely do …that’s what this country needs my team for lifetime of silence behind the green door with decisions that we never made ...prepped and trained...orders get obeyed helicopter drop report to the crash reconnaisance, recovery, recording the facts the evidence, every individual case the visuals change, strange, contradictory shapes strangers sniffing you for the ritual chase waking up dazed and stunned, shiver and shake fear and doubt, feel your thoughts clearing out always seems so easy til it’s here and now ...saw it coming but I didn’t move just always seems so impossible until it’s you always seemed so easy to control the story until I had my whole world broken open for me saw it all in slow motion and I couldn’t hold it shattered glass of every little crooked moment ...moving image is the new religion and I used to save the world, now I do the dishes best role I could get, but it’s only a set another in joke that’s over my head but on a clear night, I know that I’m blessed still young, dumb and happy with a home and a bed and I’m set... (and I’m set) I also know that’s a lie but I seem to keep the demons down most of the time just another broken weapon, toss the wreckage aside but I’ll never understand why they left me alive illusion of depth, I remember how the edges fit I guess the rest of it, I choose to forget the whole thing never left, never made a shred of sense never slept the same in any bed I’ve ever been in never forgot the shape of the lights never quite remembered what remained of the night that’s alright…....I never wanted to know, ...just want to do my job and go home I like getting stoned and watching my shows in the kitchen drinking coffee alone... thinking monkey with a body of bones ...people listen then they see me different so I used to talk about it, now I keep my distance once I finally saw the feeding system... thinking we were preconditioned to be easy pickins ...I saw it coming and I’m living proof always seems so impossible until it’s you
saw the setting sun from the desert once or twice long nights waiting for a death that never comes living legend, a curse and a blessing a long time alone with too many questions too numb, too much to choose from too many folks getting used once and chewed up no traditions, no saints, no magicians only Torquemada on the road to Lisbon and history is so persistent yet we never know the names of the ghosts we live with a generation of adrenaline fiends tethered to screens, death by six or seven degrees, you know give or take, just need a little living space running out room some with some overflowing dinner plates guess it’s not a problem if you don’t admit it off the record, no specifics, smoking gun, loaded image the human mind is so consistent always something stupid making monkeys go ballistic ...scratch that, it’s nothing to me keep the good shit tucked up my combustible sleeves saw the setting sun from the towers of the Temple House swam the centuries and never drowned, been around mythologized, leatherbound, kids forget me now ...just justice for the decades I let you down give or take, I’ve idolized and imitated and now today I’m just a fiction that some kid created and underneath it, the secret of secrets ten thousand year old man, but who’d believe it myths and legends, respect to the bretheren who posed their whole lives in the form of a question moral and a message, madness and a method meaning doesn’t matter, memories of Memphis never could accept it, daughters and wives, all in a line watching them die, the slaughter of time beneath it, the secret of secrets the bones and the blood and the screams of the phoenix history is so persistent yet you never knew the names of the ghosts you lived with but we’ve been watching you, you’re so soft and smooth but we’ve been watching you, you’re so soft


Algorhythms would like to thank:

Carl Higdon, Walter Westinghouse, Kaleigh Bird, Louis Mackey, John Keel, Matthew Scott of The NEKtones, Graham Bond, Kyle Martel, Vrillon, Jacques Vallee, Chris Dasaro, Dakota Crane, Whitley Streiber & Panos Cosmatos.


released August 10, 2014

Written & performed by Thirtyseven (J. Boland) with beats by Dr. Quandary (K. Tierce)

Vocals recorded by Louis Mackey at Vault 46, Boston, MA

Original artwork by the inimitable S.Maharba


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Algorhythms is a psychedelic rap duo, featuring lyrics by Thirtyseven and beats by Dr. Quandary.

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