COMPLEX SUGARS

by DAMIAN WEBB

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Recorded on Whidbey Island, North of Seattle and in Burlington, Vermont; Vocal arrangements which were recorded entirely through a built-in webcam microphone.

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released November 12, 2013

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Track Name: Beam of Wakefulness
All the light
In a funnel of wakefulness
Flows into your sleeping ear
[...]
Track Name: Tut Suite
Them, there, that look upon us
With judging eyes, that seek to harm us;
We'll put them down in rightful cages.
We'll strike them down with righteous rages.

But all for nothing would have been our toil;
If we look down at the blood in the soil
And find that that's, as far as the eye can see,
All There Is And Ever Would Be.

I would not dare to look beyond that curtain.
I would not deign to lift that veil.
Track Name: Abyssal Vacuum
Get'n sucked in a vacuum,
Abyssal Vacuum

And the Orphans experience the freedom now
That the old ones materialized a key somehow.

Decide.
Track Name: Feel Release
I want to make you a promise
I sw//r I'm perfectly harmless
&always totally honest.

Under my protection you will feel this release.

&the child resorts to reading
In the wild, the torch retreating
Through the miles of scorched re-greening

No cyclical, reflexive worry and self-doubt to be plagued by.

And a swear is the solemnest promise & synonymous with a curse.

It's a new age, dear.
Milk in front of one pupil just too sick to think through...

I beg you, please,
Mysterrarium,
Let 'em (L) turn from a stranglehold
To a warm embrace.
In the blink of an eye.
In the slap of a face.
Track Name: good
You make me feel like a giant, pulsing vein.
I see you walking over,
Suddenly everything tastes like copper.
I am a nerve ending,
The slightest breeze is excruciating.
Touching Locality...

It's closer to a clone than a copy,
But let's just leave and let it enjoy it's coffee.

So now I think would be day six of a big old ---off/you.

Behold mankind's endless erection,
Pumping the void full of self-deception.

Summertime...good.
I name it good.