my head is going to explode by Noah Spaceship on The Pipeline at IndieMusicPeople

my head is going to explode
prophetic ramblings in the form of subdued voices moving from loud to quiet modeling their intensity and presence as if coached by the moon and tide, whispering at times and raging at others all resembling each other in their timbre, but juxtaposing each other in their demeanor, caressing and contouring within the confines of the shore, shifting little bits of sand and rock as if a stay in any one place too long would create an unsettled stagnation deemed completely unacceptable by the conductor requiring movement, directing a sea of bite sized messages designed specifically for my weary lobes to reluctantly tune into, seemingly designed to confuse and disorient any solid form thought or notion catalyzed through habitual repeating wanting more forethought and life, opposing inaction, fighting lying down, and for fucks sake willful ignorance, but especially neglect, have forced my hand, forced my attention, and with no specific set of rules or guidelines unequivocally rejected my retreat into the abyss.

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IMPoster

6/14/2015 12:52:31 AM

OUCH!!!!

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fly on the wall

6/14/2015 2:56:39 AM

I have the opposite problem, Noah. I have multiple layers of emptiness, of silence, of being stuck with the same frustrating, dull thoughts. Every road in my head leads to a dead end, a sense that inspiration has died.

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IMPoster

6/14/2015 3:55:06 AM ---- Updated 6/14/2015 11:09:56 AM

Like Shrodinger's cat it's a mystery
As long as it's hidden away
Don't open the box labelled HISTORY
If you are a rare popinjay
For all the detritus inside you
Takes space you can no longer fill
The junk in your head will provide you
With reasons to hate or to kill

So rub in the oil of ablution
Throw sand on the sparks of regret
If there is no other solution
Believe that it ain't happened yet
As long as a thought is frustrating
As long as a silence is LOUD!
The abyss is your tomb awaiting
So wear an aluminum shroud

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Quizmo

6/14/2015 11:50:23 AM

Shrodinger's cat ??

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IMPoster

6/14/2015 12:21:51 PM

Hmm, not a quantum physicist then Quizmo?
So, A cat is placed in a sealed box along with a radioactive sample, a Geiger counter and a bottle of poison. If the Geiger counter detects that the radioactive material has decayed, it will trigger the smashing of the bottle of poison and the cat will be killed.

BUT, and here's the relevance to this thread, as long as the box remains closed no-one knows if the cat is dead or alive. OK?

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Noah Spaceship

6/14/2015 4:21:49 PM ---- Updated 6/15/2015 12:06:30 AM

Inspiration - I find everywhere I look - the abyss is a warm blanket that allows me to rest peacefully, blissfully, and self loathingly.
As if way below the surge, lying as flat as I am able, at the very bottom, the droning to and fro can continue without ripping doubt and pain from my longing grip.
Today and yesterday and the day before stand out, differently, clearly marking the point at which I surfaced for a breath. .
The surf and sun feel nice.
The cracking and crashing of the waves stimulate something less familiar, and normally frightening.
The air and mist, illuminate and refresh neglected, dark corners, exposing and inviting me to savor the moment - slow down time.
Limbo, the state prior to manifestation, I thought was the easy way, and maybe it still is, but it has come to this, I have consciously made a choice to not resign and leave my family and friends this time, but most importantly, myself, the little kid with a furrowed brow, scowling out the truth in adults - with an earnest observation, demanding a real answer, not some lazy excuse for an answer frosted in babytalk, the same old bullshit we are all constantly bombarded with.
After all these years, that youth is alive and very hungry from starvation and isolation.
If there were voices, those voices would belong to him. Those voices, if they existed, would be of an older him too.
They seem to say the same thing.
Over and over, like a grandfather clock's churning amidst scampering feet, sculpting the atmosphere into a texture of precision and reckless abandon.
"We are here. Hear us"

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Noah Spaceship

6/15/2015 12:16:51 AM

the drums, the mics, the walls
a release to purge the build up
my head still throbs, but I have a channel
a direction
ripping into an otherwise calm and quiet morning
the satisfaction drips with richness
all the work
all the time
arrives in a moment
extending into another
attached, tethered
there is more
we are here
bien diem
haha

there is more

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Chandra Moon

6/15/2015 4:47:53 AM

This thread brings to mind one of my songs that I wrote when I was feeling least inspired!

Through The Fingers of Your Hand

Lazy days drift by
Like hazy clouds across the sky
Wasted days they all blur into one
And all across this land
Hours of time like flowing sand
Pass as water through the fingers of your hand

So many things we want to do
A hundred things we ought to do
A thousand things we meant to do one day
The books we never wrote
The song caught in your throat
The pictures that won’t see the light of day

Seconds tick away
Minutes they won’t stay
Days and weeks and months turn into years
Though the moment seems so long
How could we ever be so wrong
Don’t we know we live on borrowed time?

(instrumental break)

Lazy days drift by
Like hazy clouds across the sky
Wasted days they all blur into one
And all across this land
Hours of time like flowing sand
Pass as water through the fingers of your hand
Pass as water through the fingers of your hand
Pass as water through the fingers of your hand.

© March 2011 – Chandra Moon
Through The Fingers Of Your Hand

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