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Streams of Conscience

by Starsapien

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1.
Bounce 03:51
We never left the swamp We never left the swamp And all of you humans thought A beaver can’t sing or dance We prove them wrong We sing the song Electric, ambidextrous Swim with castor canadensis Bracing for the sun Waking up alone The hopes and dreams The mad machinery I think I’ve seen the end It draws you in It’s naked medicine Warming in the cold Swim, swim, swim Take my hand and let’s begin Concrete criss-cross out of town Down the southbound so and so Far away a wind is blowing Now it’s me on radio (Yes) And I know The vanity of a man Where Hatshepsut fell in the sand
2.
Ice in the glass Their faces are melting at half past He fades his cut She braids her locks Brooding in the corner in the dark I ruffle the cuffs Fix with a grimace and make it up Send these two up to the show floor Table’s been set for one more I’ve seen these eyes Tache noir-disguised Something concealed that appealed to my taste Son of a past erased Tombs in paradise I made one for you Useless at this price ‘Maldehyde dreaming and digging a hole We’ll watch the lemons grow Fleshward the backyard is grooving Soothing and fragrant and ripe You know I like The man was too tight Groping around for his specs in the sun No match for a needle gun Tombs in paradise I made one for you Useless at this price ‘Maldehyde nightmares that sway in the breeze They put the palm in trees
3.
The South 01:27
I might die If I move back to the South Homogenous A hundred sons And a glistening hundred women In heat Cracked-lipped, impassioned, slow-mouthed They’re muttering an old farmhouse wisdom I might move back to the South If I die Lots of room to spread out And become the ground again My brother has my will It says, “Plant me in the roots of a Flowering dogwood”
4.
East 01:29
5.
9000 Turns 02:54
My hands disintegrate Stretched out on the jointer Hum that old tune from the hymnal Eleven, twelve, twelve, ten, and again Dollar shades lost in the waves Good way floating by Son, this bus must be leaving And thankless always the man Man who built these hands
6.
Take me to your leader Put it on every speaker Let me be your teacher I will make you a believer They said take me to your leader But I wasn’t sure who they meant They said you should have been preparing But not for the advent I only speak in dial tone Talk in binary on the phone Sit atop an eight-bit throne We are way past the danger zone Alien life forms written in a biblical equation I was greeted by, this is not an invasion But to us, it is an occasion for celebration Take me to your leader Put it on every speaker Let me be your teacher Making believers out of you Put on my tin hat How about that Space waves are coming in flat Get my orders radioed in by satellite Subatomic beams laced with calcite You ignored our crop sites Never suspected the northern lights How did you expect to get it right ‘Cause the invasion begins at daylight Take me to your leader Take me to your leader Process the tape Rewind the soul Unhalf the whole Unending wait (To your leader) Protect and swerve Respect the glitch Hold off the fix The microcosmic fable you deserve (And it will be over)
7.
Fleshmonger 00:50
8.
Beaches 02:23
They’re chopping up the air Soaring into sunset down our beaches That’s the sound of freedom It’s what I was told if I believe it Lonely boat out there But the crawdads don’t care Sea men hope for nets so full they break Clear from here to ever Even sea and heaven The palm aren’t native, but they’re here We’ll take eight Lonely boat out there But the crawdads don’t care Lumbees take their paycheck on the shore Clear from here to ever Even sea and heaven Castles lost today and years before
9.
Monk House 01:29
10.
That’s the way we’ve always done it ‘round here I can see the sun from my window It sure looks nice in the morning Unpack your bag We’re staying here tonight This spot’s alright And I don’t want to leave You don’t string up your neon lights ‘Til the holidays are through And the face I see glowing at night It’s you That’s the way we’ll always do it, year to year Looking down from the mountain The city’s just a microchip Unpack your bag We’re staying here tonight This spot’s just fine And we’ve got time The bump on your head We’re all dying to know what’s inside And who’s on your mind Who’s on your mind Who’s on your mind
11.
Jeans 03:44 video
Spend my morning Forgetting all the things I’m supposed to do O’s and x’s I can never seem to get out of my head Strapped in I’m dead There’s news I read today and it’s true You gotta wear jeans that fit I forgot I was alive There’s a dust bowl town on the cusp of a sigh Oh, you gotta unlatch your belt I want to hear that stainless sing I want Imogen Heap in a pile of jasper And ask her if it’s good to be Waist away Lovely patina Twirling girl Timid gaze Four in the morning Let the tape run out all night Waves are breaking And in the darkness I see red Strapped in I’m dead There’s news I read today and it’s true You gotta wear jeans that fit I forgot I was alive There’s a dust bowl town on the cusp of a sigh Oh, you gotta let down your guard I want to know and feel and touch I want you to trust in my affliction This prediction sad for all but us
12.
South II 02:09
Mindless dive into streams full of nothing And dreams that make me bear my soul For what For what? I’m awake as I slide back into Rae’s Another cup, the roast is dark And the neon slowly fades into day Tony, he’s been here forty-some A good son from Michoacán I thought there was more than this

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"Streams of Conscience" is the first full-length release from the recording collective Starsapien, helmed by Jay Siebold. It was recorded between February and November 2020 in various recording studios, living rooms, and hallways across the United States of America.

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released January 15, 2021

Written and mixed by Jay Siebold at Siebold Sound in Los Angeles, California.

Mastered by Pete Lyman at Infrasonic Mastering.

Artwork by Alberto Ricchi.

Press: Andrew Wishon.

©2021 Siebold Sound. All rights reserved.

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