Unamiable, in an envious sleep,
Time dissolving you like styrofoam to chlorine.
By the cloisters in,
which there were Christians and,
Collection plates, passed around,
Like a whore with nothing inside of her.
Won't you calm down,
Won't you come down,
We're so stale,
When we come down.
Unimaginative, plain vanilla kid,
So self-centred, entertained,
Suffer stagnant and mundane.
Every moment in absorption
Senses overindulged,
Acutely aware and driven mad by the silence.
Won't you calm down,
Won't you come down,
We're so stale,
When we come down.
[Lately, my torso's dragged atop automaton legs, growing closer towards voices of cops. They chain me or I obscure myself. They change me or I go to hell...]
A detailed reissue of Arvo Zylo's landmark 2010 experimental album, a nightmarishly brilliant landscape of startling textures. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 18, 2023