Heapings - Geosynchronous Drain album release

This week I released an album of acoustic and voice songs that I'm using to explore repetition. Historically, I'm not a patient musician, and my musical output over the years could easily be characterized as frenetic and squiggly intensity. Please check it out and let me know what you think. It's available on the Big Streamers, but also on bandcamp where you can buy and support this music with cash directly:

Here are the lyrics for each song that has them (2 are instrumental, and one of those is frogs, not me). They are a collection of original and found words, embracing Burroughs/Gysin the cut-up technique:

Translucent Glass Set Beneath the Skin

Stretching toward impossible
Singularity

Mutual gravitational
Collapse

Hexagonal wax
Cells harvest

The limit between abstraction
And figuration

Balancing upon spheres
Which bear the symbols

A dagger surrounded
By blue light

A trio of interlocking
Circles

Dot and a squiggle which
Conjured an insect's leg

Azure hand with a fanged mouth
At the center of the palm

Three concentric circles
Each a more intense blue

Almost impossible
To gaze upon

Translucent glass
Set beneath the skin

Pulses Into

Right eye
Telescope

Left eye
Microscope

Attaching
The electrodes

Nerves burn
With electric light

Pulses into
Pulses into

Pulses into
Aural sensors

An echo of a
Scream inside your mind

Transmitted
Voice to your mind

Concurrent
Ringing in your ears

20 miles
20 miles

20 miles
Of decaying road

Geosynchronous Drain

Plastic staring eyes
And amputated tearducts

The excavator pulling
Punched out computer tape

Coded suppressed emotions
A faulty pseudo cosmos

A drain
A drain
A drain
A drain

A geosynchronous drain
Malignant design

If i could just insert
A reality chip

All would be revealed
An inferior god

A clock
A clock
A clock
A clock

Flinging burning photons
In widening circles

This Empire is an Endless Formless Ruin

Mind relieved
Temporal
Contacts and
Context

Subject
To the rigid
Law and Order
of a

A
Disintegrated
And aloof
Cosmos

Cosmic body
Cosmic body
Cosmic body
Cosmos

The desperate moment
When we discover
This empire
Which had seemed

To us the sum
Of all wonders
Is an endless
Formless ruin

Corruptions gangrene
has spread too far
To be healed
by our sceptor

We let our guard down

Symphony of Flesh for Flesh

Dark metal threaded with silver
Mirror obsidian skin

The pattern of which the future
Will adhere

Without Foundation

Pulling hyperboloids
Through a holographic door

The door is a body
The door is a body

Symphony of flesh for flesh
Symphony of flesh for flesh

Stamped by an ancient wisdom
In front of a sealed tower

With no apparent door

Scrabbling at nothing
Scrabbling at nothing

Fabric Rips

A piece of the sky
Folding in on itself

Geometric shapes
Triangles and pentagons

Blinding me
From 8 intersections

Joints bending in
An impossible combination

Each angle's degree is approximately 0 to 30

High numbers denote greater effectiveness

Floating in the sky
Filled with technology

Replicators
producing food from nothing, nothing

Would we reject it
If not made by our hands

Would we destroy it
To protect profits

A Monument

Opening a huge
Carton and taking out
An electronic
Artifact

Below is
A solid wall
A rectangle
Of beef

A slab to protect
Inefficiently
It used to be alive
I think

A monument
To the selfish beast
The parasitic beast
The human

Unraveling
The counterfeit
Quality of
The world

Affirming
A sanctified
Alternate
Reality

As TV
Image is to human
Human is
To the word