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Ceaseless; At my Expanse

by Charles Wesley

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1.
Intro 01:36
2.
In the Eye 03:26
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
3.
Seed 05:04
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
4.
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
5.
Belly 01:51
6.
I Spring Too 04:06
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
7.
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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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
10.
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
11.
Ceaseless 03:40
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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13.
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  
14.
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

about

In being queer, you inevitably will find yourself feeling insular, as you gradually have to create new nets of relations, create bridges to exist, to decipher your self states, those which won’t fit social norms and societal restrictions. You look for potentials to eschew reification, to write your story. It’s a gift, as a burden to thrive in immensity, to make it visible, to long for alternatives, building them with the help of fellow ones. Charles Wesley’s Ceaseless; At My Expanse is one take on this experience, treated within his personal embodiment of queerness. In an ecological way of composing, in recycling sounds, with not much else but a computer, samples and a mic, Charles builds a dialogue between himself and the world he has to love in, breathe in, work in. 

Composed in the wake of C (LINE, 2023), an audio self portrait that laid the groundwork of an experimental music with pop inclinations, Ceaseless; At my Expanse thrives more outward and euphoric, whilst the first days of spring flow by. There’s a sense of urgency in the writing, paced by birds chirping towards June’s solstice. Vocal tapestries and spoken word combined with percussions result in a tryptic: In the Eye, Belly and the title track, that set a spine blending humor with emotional insistence. More expansive vocal and time incursions, Seed, Immutable Scale and Clear in Noise see Charles pouring his voice generously, while Motorway Eternity and Echo Triangular soar the ears with droning, psych hard rock ambiance. All of these songs find him in a garden he doesn’t want to leave, where he can intertwine vulnerability and empowerment with infinite joy. They’re oblique in their foundations, affective streams that fluctuate, that thrive to ascend in the static.

I Spring Too, Between My Temples, Hovering Above Infertile Grounds and Love In Radicalism finally, are chambers in which the attention is both floating and appealed, to incline to musicality’s fragility and theme of utopia, whether it’s sweet, sour or both. 

The title’s « At my Expanse » is about instinctive and desired sensory and emotional expansion, that’s simultaneously a play on words. It’s at Charles’ expense, an unpredictable trajectory but necessary and beautiful. Expanse not as greedy, productivist, but expanse as a necessary felicity.
Charles takes things as they unfold, to express what is there, and play with it to anticipate change. In a time where it’s still a fight to self-determined, in a place where some think one isn’t free, « Ceaseless; At my Expanse » celebrates love in growing beyond the status quo, embracing the inner and outer movements of expansion where perceptions are remolded to simply; just, breathe; catch air. No matter how chaotic, polluted it might be.

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Le deuxième album de Charles Wesley « Ceaseless ; At my Expanse », composé dans la foulée de C (LINE, 2023) - un autoportrait audio qui posait les bases d'une musique expérimentale aux accents pop - s’épanouit en dehors et distille davantage d’euphorie. Alors que les premiers jours du printemps se succédaient, il est écrit avec un sentiment d'urgence, rythmé par le gazouillis des oiseaux et de nouvelles nuances lumineuses.

Les tapisseries vocales et le spokenword de Charles, combinés au raffut percussif donnent naissance à un tryptique : In the Eye, Belly et la chanson éponyme, qui fixent une colonne vertébrale mêlant humour et gravité émotionnelle. Des incursions vocales plus expansives, Seed, Immutable Scale et Clear In Noise voient Charles déployer sa voix généreusement, tandis que Motorway Eternity et Echo Triangular plongent les oreilles dans une ambiance bourdonnante. Ces chansons trouvent Charles dans un jardin qu'il ne veut pas quitter, où il peut entremêler vulnérabilité et empouvoirment avec une joie infinie. Obliques dans leurs fondations, elles accélèrent ou au contraire tentent de se propulser statique. Between My Temples, I Spring Too, Hovering Above Infertile Grounds et Love In Radicalism enfin, sont des chambres résonnantes où l’attention est à la fois flottante et sollicitée, où la fragilité de la musicalité aigre-douce se marie au thème de l’utopie.

Le titre parle d’une expansion non pas comme gourmande, productiviste mais comme félicité nécessaire. C’est un jeu de mots avec la locution « at my expense ». C'est aux dépens de Charles, une trajectoire imprévisible mais belle, pour exprimer, jouer et anticiper le changement. À une époque où c’est encore un combat de s’autodéterminer, dans un monde où certains pensent que l'on n'est pas libre - par des croyances qui se lie souvent à la peur - « Ceaseless; At my Expanse » célèbre un amour dépassant le statu quo, embrassant les mouvements intérieurs et extérieurs d'émancipation où les perceptions sont remodelées pour simplement respirer - et prendre l'air. Peu importe à quel point celui-ci se trouve être pollué.

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released September 8, 2023

written, composed, mixed by Charles Wesley
photo by Charles Wesley
Corset by Sarah Belfer

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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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