Ghosts

by Lapsus Linguae

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1.
Preternatural conquistador Every bomb and bullets ancestor Simultaneously host patron and prey To the flight path of the Enola Gaye Distances immunities vs. increased ranges poison Signs of appeasement hidden by curving horizon Malign projectile benches five murders per minute Scrutiny reveals his reflection in it. Winged; Proud; Effortless; Blue-eyed; Blond. I’d have smothered him years ago if he was my son Fear and defeat secrete a barbiturate which Enola Gaye extracts. Relax, sit back and sip it. Preternatural conquistador. Every bomb and bullets ancestor Simultaneously host patron and prey To the flight path of the Enola Gaye Blasting off by northwest Pacific Burn two hundred thousand civilian souls as fuel Touchdown dance by northwest Atlantic Fifty-seven year lesson in economic provocation In 1800 I saw the atom bomb And shaped myself in its likeness I have called upon my demons Called upon my demons;- “Possess my body, Cloud vision, Mushroom path.” Fear and defeat secrete a barbiturate which Enola Gaye extracts. Relax, sit back and sip it. Preternatural conquistador. Every bomb and bullets ancestor Simultaneously host patron and prey To the flight path of the Enola Gaye Borne of friendliness and loyalty Let the children live to witness me This is what the pious fear when they pray To the flight path of the Enola Gaye Photo-fits face of each assailant Beast and fowl harnessed as surveillance Martial hymn; unresolving cadence Preternatural conquistador. Every bomb and bullets ancestor Simultaneously host patron and prey To the flight path of the Enola Gaye Borne of friendliness and loyalty Let the children live to witness me This is what the pious fear when they pray To the flight path of the Enola Gaye
2.
Parade 05:57
March. ‘Til the skin wears from the soles of your feet. Having no choice, you endure this charade With us - - we’re united as one thought, one revolting dream. Chew. Your gums house sockets where there should be teeth Examples are made to ensure you’re afraid. Of us - we’re united as one thought, one dream, And you cannot wake up. Blank. Work all week. Drink hard. Recover. Repeat. Celebrity gloss; haut couture is displayed By us. We’re united as one thought, one revolting dream. Meet - - conditions imposed by a learned elite Minority views are obscured or betrayed By us - - we’re united as one thought, one dream, and you cannot wake up.
3.
Spermatozoon, gnawing my womb Bitchtoffee, auspices of doom I don’t get to see this part of the room very often Whatever tugs your bait Whatever rapes your date My work is largely unappreciated I’m sleepwalking through papa’s secret sundered totality; I am Papa Shitehole’s diet - I’m heavy in protein. Past my leg scurries Papa’s closet penchant for Disney songs, fleeing the scene, mewling “Papa hates you. And rapes you. And nails your eggs.” In his dank, crumbling tower Eros bleeds, castrated by bow strings face contorted with effort He draws hubris from the well. He ascends one thousand flights of steps to the pent house; There he slits Aphrodite’s throat with a leaden arrow head. Over balconies, tsunamis empty from Eros’ bucket, leaving land pristine, like a latrine pissed clean. The boy is coming to nothing. He doesn’t want this world to survive him. Now contented, he’s humming - “Daddy, I nailed your eggs” The league for the exacerbation of gender politics. Stock car races. Zips. Skirts like Barnett Newman strips Collisions. Gear crunches. Asphyxiation as foreplay. Skids. Junkyard derby. Nine inch heels, barely fucking standing. Great tits. Hooked on porn, addiction is a tumour; Guaranteed to spread like the ugliest rumour. So too your legs the defence will explain to the assembled jurors dragging out streams of useless history like gaily coloured handkerchiefs from third-rate magicians sleeves. Abracadabra! More reasons to hate you, forsake you! Daddy drops before I can deflower him Mother’s cunt reloads before I can violate its possibility

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With the exception of the vocals, which were recorded in bedrooms during 2013, the performances which form these recordings were recorded by Lapsus Linguae in our rehearsal room in Glasgow between summer 2006 and summer 2007. Unless otherwise stated, orchestral instruments and electronic/synthesised passages have been programmed in post-production. If you would like to know more about Lapsus Lijnguae or ask questions please visit our website or Facebook profile.

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released January 17, 2014

Produced and engineered by Lapsus Linguae.
Mixed and mastered by Penelope Collegefriend with Lapsus Linguae.
Artwork by Penelope Collegefriend.

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