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Vanishment

by Headhaunter

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1.
Voyager 01:28
Andromeda galaxy's outside the window, and I've been adrift by the crystals that wink out in harmony/ signals deflect through the pinholes that alternate blinks with their colorless glow/ I slip through the folds in a ship that escaped its bottle, I got the whole hull, painted all gold/ cold in the cosmos, brain unfurls into a 1970's space-age novel/ now the Pinwheel galaxy is outside the window, the windshield cracks accentuate the starlight/ off-white spheres of ice are circled in the mist, the shadows of the solar system huddled 'round the bonfire/ but I'm drifting past in a bucket of bolts that's stuck in a solar wind gust of comet tail dust/ in abundance rushing towards the crust of everything that ever was and ever will be, I'm just hoping that my feet don't fail me/ a universe in a tea cup, need to be beamed up, need a key to release, the secrets sealed up/ need a seat to see the freedom, I seek, I sleep seasons, seems infeasible/ it's a voyage, I need to repair the pipes that burst in imagination systems, that flooded up with a vengeance/ and caused a slipstream that swallowed me whole from out the Tadpole galaxy and turned my ship into a tiny crumpled ball of wreckage/ like fuck, there's nothing outside of the window, except for a star-gate sequence on loop/ and I float out there, listless, spiraling inside dimensions that had all their ceilings removed/ in an arcade game long forgot in the backroom, I can't breathe and I'm doomed, deep in this vacuum/ it's almost tranquil, zoned out in my helmet, this vanishing act was.. past-due/
2.
Togetherish 02:18
I've been in love with her, and I'm sure, she's been in love with me/ inside year or so long day dreams, it seems the deleted scenes had made up our life/ we were in freak flash floods that swept both of us off our feet, but it all/ panned out, hoping nobody seen that we made out under the rug/ had the trips to the moon and then fun in the sun, concerning us, we'd never shut up/ about one another, but-but the thing was ironic, could never quite untie our tongues/ I was drunk and honey-bee buzzed in a first class seat to ride/ upwards to fantasy you'd hear my cartoon drawn heart off-beat/ we flew over prismatic seas, surrealistic scenery/ she took my hand and began to speak of job opportunities that she reached/ she would be oh so far away from me, but I could never make her refuse/ something, that dear to her so, I told her that it was all "great, you should do it/ we'll be more than fine I will promise, cross my deflated heart being honest/ not a sob story that we were dropped in, there's just a lot here to process"/ so we talk-talked as the dust settled, watched the ceiling ripple on rose petals/ shell-shocked, watching the sun melt upon the dash, foot light on the pedal/ She took her jet-pack and she went, beyond the stratosphere, but still sends/ texts to me throughout turmoil and gets a smile on my face again and again/ we're togetherish but at least we're together and we're still daydreaming scenes/ no director in, but we film on set even though we go and paint green on screens/ she's so far away but I feel so close to her, may just be real/ no phantom pain, but phantom pleasure and of course I'm set on making a sequel/ radioactive dirt, I could plant a seed that became a tree/ because I've been in love with her and I'm sure, she's been in love with me/
3.
Chop Chop 02:42
Forest falls with beads of sweat, you've been chopping trees again/ you've been talking sweet revenge, with disembodied feline heads/ you can feel it in your molecules, it swirls inside your bones/ you want a world of your own, so you can burn it down and grow/ but the roots, they writhe like tentacles and never let go/ axe head will lay those pesky woods to rest with death blows/ don't choke or cough on fluids in your helmet, red bones/ and murder weapons swept up in a millisecond, get thrown/ around in flash floods, don't nod off, knock knock/ have to meet the quota like, chop chop, chop chop/ all your dearest friends are horizontal trees/ you barely eat and rarely sleep, mountains bottom row of teeth/ It's all you've ever known, cus it's all you ever do/ and it's all you'll ever know, cus it's all you'll ever do/ gather the forest and rip it all down/ until that dim blue sun has winked itself out/ You're looking so stagnant, transfixed on red stars/ blunt hatchet, you're scratching nonsense in dead bark/ lifelong interlude, trenchfoot, ships all set off/ on strong winds that had blew, while you're stuck in dense fog/ still swinging, still chipping it forevermore/ never make it to the sea, never with the rest ashore/ rest assured, you'll be here 'til you're one with the forest floor/ as some forage forced to fork your fortune over for the force/ of nature at your door, knock knock, vent a little bit/ let your arm extension fell the mess your living in/ woodchips explode, puked out the head of an axe/ make it blot out sun, and then you'll get to relax/
4.
Headhaunter: Ax heads glisten in the twilight, chop the guards down/ and whittle them all down to nothing to see the wood chips blot the stars out/ I cough up a dark cloud, heart burns with forest fires/ animals howl at the scene as our kingdom's surely fortified/ I'm followed around by organ grinders with some somber songs as evergreens/ are drained of all their color as they fall and fall to frenzied swings/ from this death machine, that's hacking at tangled roots/ no conscience barks at me, grab ancient sequoias to break in two/ Hook: I just chop and chop, chop the forest down to make a living/ under skeletal flocks of vultures and the acid rain that singes/ I just chop and chop, non-stop, won't halt or take a minute/ in the densest fog with mother nature making strange incisions/ I still chop and chop, chop the forest down to make a killing/ chop away the vines that reach towards my legs and break the feeling/ of being over-encumbered, and not in control/ work the rest of my days but I want to go home/ Ibrahim: I'm kissing maple trees with chainsaw tongues Watch 'em bleed sap and leave behind a trail of dropped crumbs And unstitch a million-acre quilt of ivy and moss I'm an automaton with a hatchet striking a clock In a metropolis populated by sycamore and hickory To rhythms of falling logs and a snapping twig symphony And as half-tempo my watch goes by and the sun crawls across the sky I chop at pines in the grasp of drowsy Father Time My dreams are splintered fragments, visions of timber split by axes, Paths littered with future cribs and caskets Every swing a pendulum, sever roots till they're cleft in two 'Cause it's all I've ever known and it's all I'll ever do Headhaunter: Dim blue light refracts off ax heads from shadows to rainbows/ and leaves your psyche impacted when it glows, it accents the pathos/ I uproot dandelion weeds until they blow the sun out/ oaks are tugged down while eternity still laughs and pokes his tongue out/ and now I cut every hedge into animals, watch 'em come to life/ I daydream an off-world escape, where I live far away on the upper side/ but still unto forever and I'm non compos mentis/ a drop of sweat into the void where the chops chops are endless/
5.
The Fortress 02:16
I've been drawing momentary art on window fog/ I don't carve my thoughts or feelings into weeping willow bark/ I'd trade this endless noisy forest for a single log/ to split, and divvy up into a million walls to build upon/ the limo's parked in the pond, I guess I took a turn wrong/ and I forgot the keys, you can see the rocks that we're on/ have all been covered in moss, and I got lost in the leaves/ but you're were all that I needed, I sing your song to the trees/ before they topple like dominoes/ dragged about wrapped in chains, talks of towns is inaudible/ when I board up this place with the remnants of the forest/ our old "welcome home" mat, becomes the entrance to the fortress, I'm formless/ I just hide behind my fail-safe fortress walls x3 the only way that I can get out the storm/ I've the seen the way the boats get swallowed up whole/ the way the cliffs give out and fail for those who want to oppose/ the way the winds pin the down the frail and weak willed so I won't let it happen/ weld the hatches shut and made a gateway on the easel/ but I can't escape the headaches or the knocks at the door/ that may or may not be happening, I won't fall on my sword/ I'll just gorge out of habit, eating to cram the thoughts down/ and memories of you, but by myself is with the wrong crowd/ the blueprints drawn out, I've got to reinforce the roof/ because the weekend storms are brutal in here, being short of you/ it's not healthy I know it, but I'll feel the same in the morning/ and it's so stupid to say it but I feel safe in the fortress/

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released May 1, 2018

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