noisycircles(prod. by isaiah opatz)

written and performed by: (in order of appearance)


verse 1:  ben lowder

verse 2:  stranded



prod. by isaiah opatz



song is from ben lowder's album 'standoffish refuge'.....available at the following link:

https://deadorchard.bandcamp.com/album/standoffish-refuge




verse 1: [ben lowder]


who’s out there

i hear you

do you hear me


engulfed in white light
it never ends
i hold my life
like my best friend
the soul is finite
on the death of ben
holographic notions
where i die inside
what heaven drips

saving grace’s animal touch
i wait for the day
when i don’t have to have a crutch
the actual non-egoic
ominous totems
i’m a fragile
throbbing poet
locked in this poet
meaning astral throbbing focus
isn’t necessarily god at its mostest
shadows of obvious ghost phlegm
one of the oneness
of the godness of emotion


life gets so fucking real
being alive is mindful
and nothingness is how you heal
with that being said
i’ma rap ’til i’m dead
like i’m not dead now
with a bash to the head
and the casual regret
of the opposite of now
visions of invisible shapes of life
there is no individuals
it makes me cry
life is as empty
as embracing ageless sky
sometimes i try to figure it out too much
‘cause i’m a slave to why
in and outs of true love
shame tastes like time
i send out juju
to fake universe creatures
like humans
eat drugs
except i’m only in a cage
in my mind


awaken
to a deadpan
tragedied place
like ancient breath
trance
shadows of grace
today
i’m just going to let the information
of the astral
fade
‘cause what i’m trying to collect
is just dust particles
of a heaven
no one could ever actually make
still just trying to find the headspace
to feel ok with what’s lost
slimy deadweight
distilled
in the pain of god
there’s a million ways to love
and it still feels like my brain’s in knots


nothing to prove
but eager to write
the sun and the moon
all the freaks in the sky
rubber cocoon-like feelings
that i’m always going to die


i can be brave
it hurts to learn how
we are not safe
burning in doubt
the body is sacred
the earth is too proud
i’ve been impatient with my hurt
since i was a child
actually
i’m a really nice person
i really care about every person
that’s ever smiled

i am despair
god makes me shiver
i am aware
of the ominous zipper
isaiah’s white squares
talk to my spinning
dayish nightmares
as awkward as benjamin
just stay with me
as i prepare to launch off
to the infinite
i never fucking mean
to be over-holy
i just want to truly take care of my body
while i’m still fucking in this shit
i just want everybody
to truly take care of their bodies
while they’re still fucking in the shit

nothing to prove
but eager to write
the sun and the moon
all the freaks in the sky
rubber cocoon-like feelings
that i’ll always be alive

nothing to prove
but eager to write
the sun and the moon
all the freaks in the sky
rubber cocoon-like feelings
that i’m always going to die





verse 2: [stranded]


malexistence
subdimensional
unconventional misfits
running amok
under the construct
of what lies just outside
of your limits

calibrate your eyes
to beyond the skies
let each iris fly
what lies behind the disguise
will radiate
quantum miles inside

devour your interests

entangled
in the immense strangle
of an exemplary angel
sent to me
as a reflection
of my own energy
transmitted through a digital cable
a propensity
for complimentary angles
a natural tendency dangles
from the communion
of two souls cruising
through the folds
of this bold illusion
they come and go
like the ebb and flow
of evolution

destined to reconnect
when they see fit next
not a bit more
or a bit less
and whenever they once again met
it was as if there was never movement
the smoothness
of their dissolution
is only rivaled by its restitution
such encounters act as an exit
an assonant nexus
a years of light fast
life raft from the wreckage
zooming
raging like fires
mired in retribution
taken to higher and higher levels
like the breadth
of our ether’s pollution
thanks to the defiant efforts
of the dumb
deaf
and blind
negligent humans

meanwhile
an eyes of horus
pineal forest
where high velocity
mitochondria flourish
designed by the likes
of a hybrid
dark/light consciousness florist
blossoms
despite the soil
not being suitable
to properly nourish
blooming to heights
comparable to comets in orbit
plotted on courses
through galaxies
that have not been recorded
with love as an abnormality
how can this reality
not be distorted

but with the likes of orvega
on the way
to become the particles
that constitute the future’s sworn savior
a multitude of thoughtful youth
colluding
to make the world greater

i can release
a sigh of relief
with the undying belief
that this truth
will be performed later
naturally selected
evolution of a species
destined to primarily
both distribute and absorb data

so until then
i’ll just play
with this molecular clay
putting forth
my best effort to shape
appreciating any peace
that i may catch on the way
even though
it perpetually teeters
on the edge of a grave
always threatened
by humans’ nature
to so effortlessly ever betray
so desperate to consume the light
that improves their life
that
in the process
they extinguish the flame