Monday, December 31, 2012

don'tthink...feel(prod. by semantix)


written and performed by (in order of appearance):

semantix - stranded - catalyst


taken from the semantix album ' 4d '


prod. by semantix



verse 1 (semantix) :

yo it feels good fam
like heavenly glory
put the mind aside
with the story
be the author
source and all present
listen from within
yo it ain't  always pleasant
it's always the truth
untampered and pure
not dressed up bullshit
and pampered galore
mind is a tool
use it wisely
and know
when that talk is yours
or outside thee
subliminal programs
inside me
want to be heard first
and shout loudest
to guide me
'i am' observes me
back to homeostasis
to feel if it serves me
proceed in wisdom
understanding arrives
the truth speaks through us
just listen
be quiet
take that extra few seconds
see what appears to you
then ask yourself
(how did it feel to you?)



verse 2 (stranded) :

don't think
do
what you feel is real
it ain't potential
that's just clay
what do you shape it into
we're sculpted
by our responses
to the things
we've been through
without our permission
there isn't
anything they can do

we decide on our own
what drives us
lies in our skulls
what affects us
are not directions
unless we accept them
so wherever we end up
will not be their fault

take responsibility
for your conductivity
it is YOU who reacts
when you're stimulated
by energy
so before you act
consider the fate
of your decision tree
the consequences may be
a principally painful memory

you know
when something isn't right
you feel it
that sense excites
the true nature of things
appears clearly
to inner sight
you can lie to the mirror
but not to what gives it life
what you feel
is as quick as light
experiences ignite
neurons explode
both receiving
and sending signals alike



verse 3 (catalyst) :

4th chakra
first born cosmic made mass
we are the gods that shape us
but they take us
in the illusion
of inherited dreams
hemmed in to the formulae
beggars and kings
where nothing's what it seems
kept possessed by theft
like the contradictions
of sacred texts
my thoughts fragment
like osiris
and self fulfilling cycles
from the ghettos to the grove
programmed for ego and violence
i know
the war is being fought
in our mind
not on road
so i connect with
the silence deep inside of me
cleanse myself still
of greed and pretense
in this chaos
that we're living in
i see my shadow
try to tempt me
every single day
but i've forgiven him
'cause that's how i feel
your heart will always
tell you what's real



Sunday, December 23, 2012

vestigialuprising(prod. by pesticyde)


written and performed by (in order of appearance):

stranded - vice versa


stranded and vice versa = iridophoric/pseudomorphs


prod. by pesticyde



verse 1 (stranded):

phantasmagoric
euphoric
theta recorded
brain performance
dna contorted
beast metamorphis
the change is enormous
but it's not that i'm larger
than the way i was
before it
it's more
that it provides me
with a way
to move forward
without decay
and rigor mortis
like acid
that's methanoic or formic
so as i approach the future
standing tall
like the dolichocephalic skull
of a nordic

the past fades
and dulls
in proportion
which was plastered with
the blatant disregard
of an orphan

your curiosity
could go to mars
if you wanted
like the rover
nasa launched
to conduct
scientific processes on it
who we are
has been gone
far too long
many planetary orbits
like bombs
from famicom's
airship fortress
very unfortunate

the plant-saboteur abortionist
when we receive his beats
you know what's coming
a powerful event
it's like
bleeding in the ocean
and seeing the approach of
a thousand dorsal fins
a mile around
that form a disc
and surrounded
you're within
i practice being senseless
like how a war begins
so when i  restore them
their strength
will sprout
when born again
open like a corolla
when a flower's forming it
sure
i spit as if i've got
a fountain for a head
but if you think
I'M nice
vice can balance
a mountain
on his pen



verse 2 (vice versa):

sarcoptic mange
lantern wise
venerated pagan taboo
antiquarian classified
tentacled hiemlick manuvuer
castrated bondage photog
paddled by canoe carvers
in the corner
bellmakers crucible

wilting ceiling fans
in the condemned insectarium
mosquito breeder brim cloister
birds in knots
anatomists pocketbook
with raised ridges
cobalt blue latticework
vertical hobnails
the art restorer tar enforcer
embossed lettering
on surgical gauze veils
1917 urinal fetish microbial
terminal bomb flail
merlot and cocktails
hurtful bibliopegy provoked
discernable swamp sail
moss trail
leading to electroplated plaintiffs
hedgerows raided
whiteside parsons rocketry research
cervical geodes
purple pitcher plants
spade leafed sun-dew
one seemingly mud slinging upbringing
sedative sea sponges
boxcar slag heap
sapo tramp
mycelium white plume