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Intro
01:36
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2. |
In the Eye
03:26
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i’m the freaking flower
indefinitely blossoming
i’m the ripe fruit
on the table waiting
for you to peel out yr fear
yeah, i tried to channel mine
in the eye of the alert
the foundations can be set
apart and let
the mental excess
consummate
i’m warming
in warning
i’m warming
in warning
i’m warming
in warning
yeah i’m a pulsating spectrum
i widely tantalize (tantalize)
an eye full of the alert
it ain’t club lights
its persistant
no basic *,
and then I wonder why i refer
to god when i’m full of it
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3. |
Seed
05:04
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it isn’t welcoming outside
the fights are back
to fight, the status quo
for the better
should I get involved in this violence, or no
its,
yeah this is my even retrieve
beckoning layers,
digitalized
i’m entering a cloud
i don’t think it’s always, for the better
but it’s in this i’ll fight for the better
it’s through this i’ll counter
stagnation oh
an even retrieve
at the bottom
a compensation
solely consolation
pullulations
ah deep stagnation
beckoning the seed at the bottom
the seed to salvation
c’est mon seul salut
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4. |
Immutable Scale
06:51
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Slowly maturing
in this ocean of signs
I wonder
Does love have a Scale?
And with whom to share it
Is it the same that sets me away
from a lot
but at the same time makes me close
to a lot
The Landscape I Can’t Contain
The Sound I Can Fathom
The Light I Absorb
From My Immutable Scale
To The Love Growing, Overflowing
Does Love have a Scale ?
The Will To Thrive, In Something
Wider
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5. |
Belly
01:51
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6. |
I Spring Too
04:06
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Caffeine melted with depression
I spring too
In the streets
I’ll walk until the end of the path
To let the song bloom; it breathes too
It won’t wilt or just in time
Now, I blame the limits of the hometown
Or the constraints of my world
Tomorrow I’ll be stretching again, in and out this toxic particule charged oxygen
Brush it with a voice, affecting its profusion
in the life sprawling in the urban spring
My rhythm is fluid,
Le soleil est chaud, l’air est froid
And then I admit it is your reflection
that is beautiful
Brush it with a voice, affecting its profusion
I spring too
In the streets
My rhythm is fluid,
To let the song bloom; it breathes too
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7. |
Between my Temples
03:41
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An « I love you », contained
(as the water between my temples)
tries to reach its recipient
While I contemplate the pale slate of the day,
The motorway eternity
and the horizon’s wall of pollution
I see a dawn that’s still not used to collapsing into a beginning
It rehashes the old with the new
Like a dream is always dipped into memory
Residual
Slipping between states
You don’t loose your drive
They’re afraid of that,
you playing, anticipating
Emanating from an uncharted place in construct
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9. |
Motorway Eternity
06:10
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This current,
A night unobviously turning into day
Ringing like an unfinished dawn,
Opaque but still, it distills its transparency
The non-stop fueling main artery
remind me human activity, is like a hive,
People, coming and going, but polluting
Motorway eternity
A partner on the way, always where you go,
Fissure the horizon
Motorway eternity
The air indicator on the smartphone says it’s degraded
My nose filled with the urge to hit a different air
Motorway eternity
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10. |
Love in Radicalism
03:18
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love in radicalism
in the seamless sunny day
what can lift the bleak
can reconcile
i’m not a mere escapism
for this continuum to perpetuate
i am not the « different » one anymore
to negociate with the norm
what is such
i can only wish we
extend borders of love
and family
queering family
even this bitch i can only hope
she’ll stop the hate to love herself
i’ve been put away for not being a man
i’ve been ignored for not being a woman
in the midst of polarizing states
even from far, now I know how to claim mine
and it’s so infinite
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11. |
Ceaseless
03:40
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Its free its flexible
at the edge
pushing
extracting
a potential
What’s nestled here x2
Why are you so afraid to move
to dare to choose
to dare
I won’t be the receptacle of
your shame and fear
The wrapping of the day
the unwinding of excitement
I am the spice
In this expanse
And won’t let tarnish
this relish
It may be uncomfortable
to be vulnerable
But ain’t no
span, run, extent, breadth x2
without it
it what’s makes it worth it
A clown of your own
With your fast pleasures
I’d like you to pause and
tell me how you feel
Paradoxically, This isn’t easy
to stand on these rigorous foundations
so nestled in safety
racing away from my question
I’m addicted to opening new doors
(In the songs)
And see I can exist in multiple rooms
at once
This is ceaseless
At my expanse…
Ceaseless, at my expanse
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12. |
Echo Triangular
03:45
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13. |
Clear in Noise
07:00
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I thought it wasn’t possible
To smell in my dreams
Now, I know I can smell your underwear
I thought it wasn’t possible
To hear in my dreams
Now, I know I can hear sounds
That serpent, fiercely, as her presence, under my eyelids
What makes the bed of joy in love,
That’s all I have
And sounds that are the premises
Of new forms to come
What would have thought my gay ancestors,
What would have thought the queer ancestresses ?
I survive for all of you angels, and for all here and those to come
to concoct and make our constellation even wider
in the orange heat, to anticipate the post extractivist utopia
to emulate the necessity of different kinds of love
As for now,
in the rush of our bodies
i need then to return
to my voice, to hope safer
to feel better
a fantasy is clearer than most things
i dip my feet in cold water
and float in time
lightning penetrate the room
is that you, John?
Your voice embraces the void
Stars and satellites
I tell you it soothes hearts
A voice tainted with the solitude of someone
who hasn’t had the choice but to be free
It might just be a choc of temperature
in the ether
as your presence in a song
melts everything in one
a caressing skin in the dark
The sky paints a memory of euphoria
a chaos pouring above our heads
a chaos pouring above our heads
In the haze of your complex tissue
you shouldn’t see it as an issue
but a functional signal
from where the fragile and beautiful come from
where you belong
you may be adaptive to some extent
between what constitutes every cell of you
and the world you must give in
it isn’t fitting, still there is a thin interstice for you to grow thick
exceeding wordly language, for pattern and frequency to tie movements of felicity
to amorce an open-ending care,
a soft engineering phase,
to manage a vacuum faith in the impossible
On too warm grounds,
In the dark to hume and praise
A refreshed sky
I remember love’s recurring intoxications
a Lucid seed that cannot grow
Now here the sound of my voice
Has to dance me fruitfully
Wider
Cause in the day it can be long
and the tires tired
at cruising speed
while at this stage
the road caresses me with it’s balm
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14. |
Seeking for Transport
02:35
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seeking for transport
in air form
in body form
in my head
in my bones
seeking for transport
everyone is here
yet everyone is out of reach
seeking for transport
by a rumbling motor
wearing those boots
leaning on your back
seeking for transport
in a stream of air
in an i love you
freed from reification
circling upwards
to solidify my truth
out there in transport
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Charles Wesley Lyon, France
Charles Wesley’s a recorder, composer, poet, and photographer.
Influenced by pop and industrial
music, he carves his own sonics to pull the strings of his queer identity in an age of global exhaustion. Spoken words and chants resonate in environments to celebrate love in growing beyond the status quo.
There’s some desolation clanging to his sound, still it cries out clear and euphoric.
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