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horizons!

by Alex Lewis-Whitaker

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1.
my people are buried here their mouths left open in prayer on the hill to mercer's lair still beeping in error they're bleeding green it's obscene come clean you're all androids and your dreams are void ask about the whereabouts of their graves carphone warehouse and the line you chase is still well out.
2.
chasing after theoretical lines sharing incomprehensible rhymes as all that's seen is peace behind a sweet little face that's saccharine it's indistinct like an old photo what can't you see beyond the grain and blur though? a little girl faces 1969 with eyes sorer than a baboon's backside anxious to know captured in part by szabo.
3.
awake to the ambush a cougar's just set deer chased through the night till it's dripping with sweat sleep is now stress, not rest, so repressed submit and let it fuck you till you're dead a sphere of darkness from here to beyond polaris perennial darkness moving with the solstice it's no wonder you're lacking melatonin your reputation spins again cuz you like the nocturnal yin it's a cold, dark and blank space you're in so you let them turn you to deerskin.
4.
azucar on repeat he's played nothing else this week soulful samples for when life just gets bleaker playing those vibes like andre tanker sugar on repeat consumed nothing else this week except sertraline now it's just unhealthy like tracing out the font for isolation by kali or having your blood cut with THC although i did give half of it away the amnesia haze i wish it were that way to not remember those days but don't stop trying with losing faith implications of a race stare you right in the face warrior king by blood grown from a rosebud and crest a porcupine upon you a reminder of the blood shared to birth you a reminder of the blood shed to birth you.
5.
the carvings in the cottage of sensuality and desire you can't help but wonder as she grinds her teeth and bends over and the teachings of the khal and his khaleesi tears were shed in doggy but give her time time to face her hrazef chafi media attrition erosion of the brain washed back and forth like seaweed in the waves (goin' down, down, down, down) a satyr's take on springsteen but it's this for which he's thirsty his only choice will be living in the shadows or a quarantine so imagine the frustration all this from a decoration.
6.
gravestones stretching on forever represent the lost hours of temporal travellers and despite the stones being thrown they continue to roam (they were all stoned to death) all these souls are escaping but the destination's still hidden cuz the legality of heaven depends on your position £35.30 returning off-peak journey endures the stones but turns up home bloody enters a bedroom blanker than when it was a schoolboy's space cuz all my shit's back at that new horizon i paved i turn to ruin before my horizon wondering how the dark can be so fucking blinding.

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An introspective afro-sludge album inspired by Tracey Moffatt's 'My Horizon' exhibition and Philip K Dick's invented religion, Mercerism.

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released June 4, 2019

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Alex Lewis-Whitaker London, UK

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