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Wouldn't you like to be a part Of this little dance at my house We slam our skulls into each other's We slam our skulls into each other's In a head fluid well It's that sweat , it's your fear I smell I've drank all I fucking can Straight out of your time lapse hands Sputum spewing code Satellite comes from beneath He writhes like a centipede She molts her used up wreathe Sputum spraying code It starts to click We're stuck under it's spell And we're all for it My body fuels your hatred My body's fueled by hatred My body fuels your hatred My body's fueled by hatred Wouldn't you like to join This gnashing of toothed groins We fuck ourselves into a puddle We fuck ourselves straight to sleep In the infra red dome we cluster They keep track of our bodily heat A circus of gastro tubes We are batteries with dreams We are batteries with dreams We are batteries with dreams We are batteries with dreams We are batteries with dreams Your tits have ad space Your charm has been sold Now shake until you split And seep Into a richer mans clothes It'll soon be easier We promise it's worth the wait When the generator spits You'll finally settle in place We are batteries with dreams we are batteries with dreams we are batteries with dreams we are batteries with dreams Way too many spare parts I can't grab onto much I'm stuck , shit out of luck Widowed someone for a couple bucks They're raiding the store Shot the cashier , took some cans home Five years of Martial law Touched out courthouses, permanently closed doors Scrambling cause the batteries charged They are scrambling cause the batteries charged

I sell dust from a house of cards To ghosts stuck in traffic driving recently sold cars I carry baskets of writhing fruit To jug lifting dancers who flicker away on the longest routes There are scanners and wires on every street There's a man with a gun watching us while we sleep And he keeps on promising to change As he fucks us right in the face and pisses on our graves I will never be able to take off my skin stuck welding mask it might just keep me safe when the doors kicked down and the room is filled with gas Little man with a big fucking gun Your time will soon come We will tear you limb from fucking limb Then boil your leathery curdled skin There's a pitchfork for your gut There's a bus driver who's had quite enough Spotless office walls will be sprayed red The streetlights will dangle polished heads Your contracts will be chewed to mush There will be nowhere for you to rush Drag you out onto the streets Have you begging on your knees Only then will your eyes adjust you might see what its like for the rest of us.

That Langur got my tongue Ripped it out and gave me a new one They wail in the jungle They laugh in the jungle Take it easy its just a butchers show Take it easy this is just how it goes That fuckin Langur tore out my tongue Chewed it to pieces and spat out a new one That Langur played with my tongue Made me hide everything you've done They wail in the jungle They laugh in the jungle Keeping it quiet to keep your numbers up Say its required to keep your mouth shut That fucking Langur danced on my tongue Kept me fed and called me number one Screams from the jungle Screams from the jungle Screams from the jungle Screams from the jungle She showed up fresh faced in a tailored get up Ready to serve , ready to show up Did a year , pushed every paper Sickened by how they all looked at her Stayed later than she should have Heard a whimper Muffled by the talking copier He turned into an oozing hell And surgically silenced her That langur danced all over my name Paid for my silence and got its way They kill in the jungle They hide in the jungle That cackling langur lived out its days Swollen and joyous on some getaway They kill in the jungle They hide in the jungle That langur said it knows my ways Told me I'd understand when i was in its place They kill in the jungle They hide in the jungle That fucking langur took it all away Left me with a cheque and called it a fucking day They rape in the jungle They hide in the jungle They rape in the jungle They hide in the jungle

Available Now on Most* streaming services and Bandcamp Jungle With a Municipality The debut "EP" by Phanuel's Tongue, the collaborative project of @seagulls.eat.clowns and @zero.art.etc (It might be under a different name on some streaming services because our distro fucked us over xoxo) From Seagulls Eat Clowns: Parasites in suits, Murderers in uniform, Oppressors, Violators, Thieves. We must condemn. Rip them to shreds, preserve humanity, preserve empathy. Art is a nurturer, and a battering ram. This record is the latter. From Zero: I am going to be completely honest. I have no fucking clue how to condense what I did while working on this in a coherent, well put together manner. I could babble on about the history of this project, the behind the scenes production details and whatever else, but I don't think any sort of historical or technical explanation of this is necessary. This is the sound of hell on earth. The hell we live in. The hell we see and hear every day. The hell we seem to sink deeper into every day.

Aborted Textures and Other Ephemera. 20260404 🌙 I knew I wasn't gonna get good photos in here, so interesting textures was the goal. Nice to go back in There after ~3-4 years, not much has changed other than being much more decrepit than it was initially despite the apparent construction (I mean, the ceiling had caved in down one hallway so it's clearly not happening, but they moved some of the furniture to other rooms for some reason, god knows why). Hope these shitty, noisy, unfocused textures and other ephemera are to your liking or whatever. I don't care if they're not either way :D Xoxo back online full time very soon with an announcement, but not yet... See you later! :3

CSW24-25 is delayed, sorry everyone. I thought this would cap out at about six and a half hours, but it's looking to be closer to nine. All in good time.

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Coming January 31st Collected Sound Works 2024-2025 NEO-21 More info soon.

Available Now: Commercial Product Number 06: Panorama / Fire NSC06 “But woe to you who are rich, for you have received your consolation. Woe to you who are full now, for you will be hungry. Woe to you who are laughing now, for you will mourn and weep. Woe to you when all speak well of you, for that is how their ancestors treated the false prophets." Luke 6:24-26 NRSVue For your consumer needs, see the link in bio.

NEO-20 SkinShaped - touched EP Available Now See the link in bio A collection of material I scrapped after changing this project's direction that I didn't want to rot on my harddrive.

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Available Tomorrow on Bandcamp: Nothing Sounds Performance Archive Volume 01: The Expressionless Sky (Ver. 0.4) / Westron Wynde (Miserere) A collection of two pieces written for performances in 2024 and 2025. Link will go on my story and in my bio when it's out, be sure to check it out and consider supporting when it is:3