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Some Situation and Sunder During Days Eight Thru Fourteen On The Abundant Earth

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Hello All! Here’s a quick one for The Fall.

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Some Situation and Sunder During Days Eight Thru Fourteen On The Abundant Earth
  • Rubber Ducky – Quincy Jones
  • U KNOW – Prince
  • Falling Into Grace – Red Hot Chili Peppers
  • Babylon Wrong – Ashanti Waugh
  • Give Me Power – The Stingers (produced by Lee “Scratch” Perry)
  • People– J Dilla
  • For What It’s Worth – Staple Singers (Buffalo Springfield Cover)
  • Let Me Be Good To You – Carla Thomas
  • Baby, Let’s Play House – Elvis Presley
  • Lady – tUnE-yArDs, ?Uestlove, Angelique Kidjo, Akua Naru (Fela Kuti cover)
  • Golden Years – David Bowie
  • Heart Of The Country – Paul & Linda McCartney
  • Medley: Sun King / Mean Mr. Mustard / Polythene Pam / She Came In Through The Bathroom Window / I Want You (She’s So Heavy) – Booker T. & The MG’s (Beatles cover)
  • Ohio Machine Gun – The Isley Brothers (Neil Young / Jimi Hendrix cover)
  • Water No Get Enemy – Fela Kuti
  • Mean Old World – Sam Cooke
  • Nobody Knows You When You’re Down And Out – Nina Simone
  • If Somebody Told You – Anna King
  • I Can’t Give Everything Away – David Bowie

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Some Situation and Sunder During Days Eight  

         Thru Fourteen On The Abundant Earth

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The recluse,

in his swollen tower,

sings of the indigo evenings and the soft hour

our

lives are spent searching thirsty for.

.

Leaning over the parapet

of his tower, the recluse gets

irate at this metropolis

of candles lit, and so, with lips

pursed, he spits, this done with the hopes

to extinguish at least one single flame tethered by a black wick.

.

D

O

W

N

.

.

.

Out in the field, beasts of the earth consume vegetable meat;

Lilith completes another cruel labor, amniotic

fluid and blood splattered on her ankles, on her bare feet.

Anticipating from Adam an alimony check,

she lies prostrate in the dust, braids her raven tresses, waits,

and proceeds to procreate her sundown breed

within vision of Eden’s combustion gate .

.

Bill Whistle

and The Skeleton Crew

sketch, with fingers broken,

undergarments below

emerald gowns

on

the ladies of passing fashion.

.

Poor Lester

gets his rest while within

the convalescent tents

pitched amongst the vapor

caravans

that

roll along a paper trail of tears.

He is hoping for a cure

for his tuberculosis.

Still, when asked “how’s it goin?” he’ll say

“Everything is coming up roses.”

.

Thessaly

entered the gallery

with her wardrobe bible

tucked under her left arm,

while all the double-parked cars sat idle

in the warm sunset soot of monoxide armor.

.

She possessed

elaborate aesthetics,

like an ornate train wreck,

meticulous design,

down to each

fine

detail: her eyes, blue steel off the rail;

all else, fluid limbs of collision flames;

curves of metal awry, out of reach.

                                                           The cathedral bells knell for Monday morning mass

Preserved in

fluids, a scorpion

serves as a belt buckle,

where her two thumbs are hooked

over the amber glass.

One and all

look.

She ensnares every pliant eye

in the iron of her gestures.

.

The Recluse drops his cowboy boot’s wooden heel upon a cockroach

.

Poor Lester

coughs blossoms of blood from the lungs when he sees this blonde disaster.

The skeletal cool kids abscond behind a magazine curtain,

where they all paint their sex organs with the scent of neon cologne.

Bill’s jaw drops as his lips fall slack, and he remains stuck uncertain.

He could not help but rubberneck and question the motives, divine,

in the bedlam of her approach.

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[Rubber Ducky - Quincy Jones]

[Rubber Ducky – Quincy Jones]

[U KNOW - Prince]

[U KNOW – Prince]

[Falling Into Grace - Red Hot Chili Peppers]

[Falling Into Grace – Red Hot Chili Peppers]

[Babylon Wrong - Ashanti Waugh]

[Babylon Wrong – Ashanti Waugh]

[Give Me Power - The Stingers ]

[Give Me Power – The Stingers ] (produced by Lee “Scratch” Perry)

[People- J Dilla]

[People– J Dilla]

[For What It's Worth - Staple Singers]

[For What It’s Worth – Staple Singers]

[Let Me Be Good To You - Carla Thomas]

[Let Me Be Good To You – Carla Thomas]

[Baby, Let's Play House - Elvis Presley]

[Baby, Let’s Play House – Elvis Presley]

[Lady - tUnE-yArDs, ?Uestlove, Angelique Kidjo, Akua Naru (Fela Kuti cover)]

[Lady – tUnE-yArDs, ?Uestlove, Angelique Kidjo, Akua Naru (Fela Kuti cover)]

[Golden Years - David Bowie]

[Golden Years – David Bowie]

[Heart Of The Country - Paul & Linda McCartney]

[Heart Of The Country – Paul & Linda McCartney]

[Medley: Sun King / Mean Mr. Mustard / Polythene Pam / She Came In Through The Bathroom Window / I Want You (She's So Heavy) - Booker T. & The MG's]

[Medley: Sun King / Mean Mr. Mustard / Polythene Pam / She Came In Through The Bathroom Window / I Want You (She’s So Heavy) – Booker T. & The MG’s]

[Ohio Machine Gun - The Isley Brothers (Neil Young / Jimi Hendrix cover)]

[Ohio Machine Gun – The Isley Brothers (Neil Young / Jimi Hendrix cover)]

[Water No Get Enemy - Fela Kuti]

[Water No Get Enemy – Fela Kuti]

[Mean Old World - Sam Cooke]

[Mean Old World – Sam Cooke]

[Nobody Knows You When You're Down And Out - Nina Simone]

[Nobody Knows You When You’re Down And Out – Nina Simone]

[If Somebody Told You - Anna King]

[If Somebody Told You – Anna King]

[I Can't Give Everything Away - David Bowie]

[I Can’t Give Everything Away – David Bowie]

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A MOUTHFUL OF PENNIES PRESENTS: DENDRITES (VOL. 5)

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WITH A SWIVEL and jut she shifted from leg to leg. The sway to her broad hips was suggestive of the pendulum motion to a slow bell—back-and-forth—albeit with an inaudible knell. The pale yellow fabric of her knee-length skirt would pull taut against the thick of each thigh as she placed her weight on them. Back-and-forth.

What must’ve been a particularly lascivious breeze tumbled through; scattering some dead leaves of brown and yellow ochre about the coarse surface of the redbrick paved path with a faint, slithering rattle—hsstsstsss. It paused briefly before fingering lightly at the hem of her skirt. Not yet satisfied, this stray zephyr swelled to send the back-end of the butter-colored fabric leisurely lilting upwards, exposing the two pink hemispheres of her plump ass snug in sheer white nylon with lace trim. The balloon of her skirt fell, coming to rest still as she smoothed it out with her palms against the supple pale flesh at the back of her knees. This peepshow was brief and went unnoticed by all but the wind.

Mireille* shifted once more to readjust the weight of the black case strapped to her back, which was designed to contain the component mouthpiece, piston valves, bent tubing, and flared bell of a brass instrument: in this case a trumpet. A flock of thin women were approaching while absorbed in an exaggerated flutter of laughter. With their gaunt aesthetics of wanton sinew and lanky bones; tapered ribcages topped with cushion breasts, pushed up and pressed together; some with narrow skirts that clasped at hips below protruding ilac crests; some with slender legs bound in Lycra tights that descended into the fleece interiors of chunky sheepskin boots; or, others with jean shorts of skimpy dimensions, mechanically scissor-cut with rough precision in the factory, and pantyhose-clad twigs concluding with a glissade into awkward angles of stiletto heels; all with long acrylic fingernails slightly curled, like talons of raptors; all with faces painted bright and sharp with a slather of orange-tinged foundation and metallic cosmetics encircling the eyes, from which long lashes coil; all with eyebrows tweezed fine as razors: they resembled avian descendants not yet too far removed from the Cretaceous period. The little behind they did posses was achieved through spines distorted by the height of heels.

An acquaintance of hers, Chuck, would refer to women of this appearance as “the-dick-&-diet-crowd,” as that is what he believed the preoccupations of their waking hours consisted of. Accompanied by a little puff exhaled from the nostrils, Mireille’s lips curled to a smirk at the remembrance of this amusing designation. With continual, but furtive tugs, yanks, and pulls inserted between every other move they made, the girls would clutch at the hems of their garments to either prevent them from a revealing ride up their little hips and thighs, or to remove an uncomfortable wedge of blue denim. One young woman who resembled nothing more than a chicken bone in boots daubed with flesh-colored greasepaint was addressing the rest while employing the lip-bumbling honey and loose-jowled lift of an infant’s voice: “I-know-but, oh my gawd, you have just gotta get The Black Box! More than that but, every man should be like forced to read it to find out just what women really want, yah know? Oh, and the sequel, Once You Go Black Box—it’s just so, ouough, so steamy! I-know-but…”

“I dunno Alexa,” another cut her off with a twirl of her skinny fingers, “sounds gross.” This one, who had so little meat to distinguish her face from the skull beneath, seemed unable to communicate if slight ticks of the neck did not accompany her words. Her mouth congealed into a sour pout that was carried about on a disapproving nod. Then she added, “weird.”

This gaggle of fashionable theropods went by with click-clack footsteps upon the brick road that wound through the scattered trees on the far-end of the college campus. Their choir cackles and shouts of “Oh my god, I knooow!” dissipated into the autumn-adorned branches of oak trees as well as the occasional green conifer. It took Mireille quite some time to train her mind to abstain from a mechanical lunge towards questions of whether strangers’ laughter in public was somehow resultant from her presence or not. This conscious negation would eventually permit her on occasion to forget that she was even physically present at all, endowing her processes of perception with a seemingly more passive quality that allowed her to further simply enjoy the stimulation gathered from whatever scenes she happened to encounter along her way. At other times, however, she could feel herself twist and sweat.

When relatively younger, Mireille’s recognition of this insecurity’s inexplicable persistence often made her fear that she was developing into something of a schizophrenic, or at least suffering from acute paranoia. However, as she matured—traversing through her teens over to the tail end of her twenties and into the onset of her thirties—she found that this trait was ecumenical among people. The facts of commonplace neurosis and rote psychosis calmed her (not only in regards to this, but a whole slew of human eccentricities).

Us all being somewhat mentally ill—according to definitions she gleaned from a required and overpriced psychology textbook and its numerous citations to the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders—was a balm to the psychological anguish that accompanies adolescence and the awkward moments that often occur in the years that follow. Those moments—typically inconsequential and forgotten by other parties in attendance—can cling like limpets in one’s memory and at any random moment of recollection compel one to slap their palm upon their dull forehead like a cartoon idiot struck with the sudden acknowledgment that they have indeed gone off a cliff. Now, involuntarily sweating and stuck-through with the shrapnel of regret, this victim of memory is left to utter under-breath a Möbius strip recording of the perceived infraction; perhaps even mumble out a little, “god, I’m so stupid.” She believed lunacy, egalitarian by nature if not degree, was simply a tacit condition of sentient existence. This conviction helped Mireille reduce the memory of these sorts of incidents down to the psychological weight of a blooper reel. If there was something fundamentally wrong with her, well then, there was something fundamentally wrong with everybody!

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* Although customarily her name, according to its French roots, would be pronounced mee-RAY, Mireille’s parents were unaware of this when they picked it out of a little white book, so she has been raised as Mer-El; with a little brother named Joe-Ah-Quin, spelled Joaquin. She would sometimes wonder just what was going on with her mother and step-father around the time of their conception, as her older brother and step-brothers all sported names such as Marc, David, and Peter.

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X-Ray Machine – Landlady

Springsville – Miles Davis

Anyone for Tennis? (The Savage Seven Theme) – Cream

God Help Me – The Jesus & Mary Chain (ft. Shane MacGowan)

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Red Is A Mean, Mean Colour/White, White Dove – Steve Harley & Cockney Rebel

Reddin Off – Afrikan Sciences

Reagan – Killer Mike [art by Daniel Garcia & Harry Teitelman]

Moroccan Handjob – Lilacs & Champagne

Dirty Man – Laura Lee

Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me – Fantômas

Monsters – Lucius

Harmonia Inventions/Crimson – Madlib

Over The Breaks – J Dilla [art by Daniel Tingcungco]

Bad With The Good – Peaking Lights

Nothing Good Ever Happens At The Goddamn Thirsty Crow – Father John Misty

Meet Me in the Morning/Call Letter Blues (Blood On The Tracks NY Sessions Outtakes) – Bob Dylan

Please Remember – Deafheaven

Superbird – Country Joe & the Fish

Take Off Your Face And Recover From That Trip You’ve Been On – Mushroom

04/15/05 Friday – Fantômas

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A MOUTHFUL OF PENNIES PRESENTS: DENDRITES (VOL. 5)
  • X-Ray Machine – Landlady
  • Springsville – Miles Davis
  • Anyone for Tennis? (The Savage Seven Theme) – Cream
  • God Help Me – The Jesus & Mary Chain (ft. Shane MacGowan)
  • Red Is A Mean, Mean Colour/White, White Dove – Steve Harley & Cockney Rebel
  • Reddin Off – Afrikan Sciences
  • Reagan – Killer Mike
  • Moroccan Handjob – Lilacs & Champagne
  • Dirty Man – Laura Lee
  • Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me – Fantômas
  • Monsters – Lucius
  • Harmonia Inventions/Crimson – Madlib
  • Over The Breaks – J Dilla
  • Bad With The Good – Peaking Lights
  • Nothing Good Ever Happens At The Goddamn Thirsty Crow – Father John Misty
  • Meet Me in the Morning/Call Letter Blues (Blood On The Tracks NY Sessions Outtakes) – Bob Dylan
  • Please Remember – Deafheaven
  • Superbird – Country Joe & the Fish
  • Take Off Your Face And Recover From That Trip You’ve Been On – Mushroom
  • 04/15/05 Friday – Fantômas
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A MOUTHFUL OF PENNIES PRESENTS: DENDRITES (Vol. 1)

Who will be

“How the hell should I know?” Mireille said to herself. “How could anyone, when we don’t even know what these bundles of qualities we carry and call the self is right now at this moment?” She had read somewhere “to be living is to be thinking.” This statement was made with the intention of being inclusive to all organisms on earth, and she found it beautiful in this respect. But as for herself, she often wished a way for this sentence to somehow exist as a curtailed “…to be…” and nothing more.

This wish was not a matter of numb pursuits towards some honeyed sopor; this had nothing to do with oblivious bliss or even lines. Those consoled by the style of nihilism might admire that anesthetized end as noble and offer a rhetorical, “What good was a ruin if not of your own design?” Yet Mireille did not desire to attain a life as an amputee grateful to be let loose from the distraction of limbs and their demands. She could not venerate her stumps as indicative of enlightenment. It was more to do with simply wanting to no longer consider the left foot, ponder the right—Mireille just wanted to walk.

“Whether in circles or forwards for now who really cares?”

Despite the presence of several “Top Ten Reasons To Click Here” style articles, there was nothing there on the screen that she felt was of immediate interest. After a distracted scroll down her digital profile’s wall, she logged off. Her phone was returned to its place. If you, Dear Reader, have found yourself experiencing any form of exasperation at all at this point, please explore your being for the animal’s wondrous faculty for empathy and consider just how Mireille might feel. She did not want to think about any of this.

“…to be…”

Nothing more.

Yes. All this thought, this brief foray into the clutter of ontology that she now found herself engaged in, even all this was something she considered: “fine, but just too much.” Particularly as she could foresee it as always and only an orchestra inevitably conducted through the ligaments and sieves of semantics. She did not want to live “the-movie-in-the-brain.” Mireille had grown weary of feeling that—being by biological design and perhaps some other as of yet unquantifiable element, necessarily mitigated through time-bending protein memory and sensory portals—our experience of existence had unavoidably resulted in a tape delay.

Mireille had grown weary of feeling that our experience of existence had unavoidably resulted in a tape delay.

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Press Play – Stone Temple Pilots

The Sparrow Looks Up At The Machine – The Flaming Lips

Too Deep – The Ghost Of A Saber Tooth Tiger

Indigo Child (Interlude)/Far Side Of The Moon – Tinashe

Fire On Your Feet – Pop Levi

Bear Witness – Dr. Octagon (aka. Kool Keith)

Montara – Madlib

So Far To Go – J Dilla (ft. Common & D’angelo)

Woo Hah!! Got You All In Check – Busta Rhymes

The Bully – Richard Swift

Owl – The Child Of Lov (Ft. MF DOOM)

The Freak Folk Drop By Dressed Up For Each Other – Mushroom

The Leopards Featuring Gardenia And The Mighty Slug – T. Rex

She’s Leaving Home – The Flaming Lips (ft. Julianna Barwick, Phantogram, Spaceface)

Being For The Benefit Of Mr. Kite! – The Beatles

Eht Dnarg Noisulli – Pharoahe Monch (ft. The Stepkids)

Daylight Savings – Imani Coppola

Data data – Jorge Drexler

Let It Ride – Robert Glasper Experiment (ft. Norah Jones)

Mysteries – Yeah Yeah Yeahs

Posthuman – Marilyn Manson

Dyin’ To Live – André 3000

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A MOUTHFUL OF PENNIES PRESENTS: DENDRITES (Vol. 1)

  • Press Play – Stone Temple Pilots
  • The Sparrow Looks Up At The Machine – The Flaming Lips
  • Too Deep – The Ghost Of A Saber Tooth Tiger
  • Indigo Child (Interlude)/Far Side Of The Moon – Tinashe
  • Fire On Your Feet – Pop Levi
  • Bear Witness – Dr. Octagon (aka. Kool Keith)
  • Montara – Madlib
  • So Far To Go  – J Dilla (ft. Common & D’angelo)
  • Woo Hah!! Got You All In Check – Busta Rhymes
  • The Bully – Richard Swift
  • Owl – The Child Of Lov (Ft. MF DOOM)
  • The Freak Folk Drop By Dressed Up For Each Other – Mushroom
  • The Leopards Featuring Gardenia And The Mighty Slug – T. Rex
  • She’s Leaving Home – The Flaming Lips (ft. Julianna Barwick, Phantogram, Spaceface)
  • Being For The Benefit Of Mr. Kite! – The Beatles
  • Eht Dnarg Noisulli – Pharoahe Monch (ft. The Stepkids)
  • Daylight Savings – Imani Coppola
  • Data data – Jorge Drexler
  • Let It Ride – Robert Glasper Experiment (ft. Norah Jones)
  • Mysteries – Yeah Yeah Yeahs
  • Posthuman – Marilyn Manson
  • Dyin’ To Live – André 3000

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A MOUTHFUL OF PENNIES PRESENTS: AT PLAY BESIDE THE TOWER

Hello all and welcome to the new MixTape: At Play Beside The Tower. This one features such brilliant artists as Erykah Badu, St. Vincent, J Dilla, and many more! For those that are interested, both the title and some inserted text read by Lyn Gerry come from Charles Eisenstein’s great book, The Ascent of Humanity. (You can read or listen to it yourself for free over at this site.)

As always, if you enjoy any of these tunes I urge you to seek out and purchase more work to support these artists.

Thanks for stopping by and lending me your ear–

-ENJOY YOURSELF— 

 

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Blind Man Can See It (Extended) – James Brown

Didn’t Cha Know – Erykah Badu

Reception/Group therapy – Broadcast & The Focus Group

About Nothing – Scott Weiland

Any Colour You Like – Flaming Lips [art by Martin Ansin]

Huey Newton – St. Vincent

Who Will Lead Us – Priestbird

Sugar Storm/At Play Beside the Tower – Trent Reznor & Atticus Ross/Charles Eisenstein (AMOP edit)

Workinonit [edit] – J Dilla 

Slave Only Dreams To Be King – Marilyn Manson

The Reptilian Agenda – B. Dolan

Sugar Storm (Reprise) – Trent Reznor & Atticus Ross

Gobstopper – J Dilla

Cthulu – EMA

Anchors – Stone Gossard

& Eveline – Elvis Perkins

Sirens Of Your Toxic Spirit – of Montreal

The Ideal Husband – Father John Misty

Urban Ease/Slide Machine – Parquet Courts (13th Floor Elevators cover)

1st Time/Freak You – Cooly G

Ordinary Morning – Sheryl Crow

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  • Blind Man Can See It – James Brown
  • Didn’t Cha Know – Erykah Badu
  • Reception/Group therapy – Broadcast & The Focus Group
  • About Nothing – Scott Weiland
  • Any Colour You Like – Flaming Lips
  • Huey Newton – St. Vincent
  • Who Will Lead Us – Priestbird
  • Sugar Storm/At Play Beside the Tower – Trent Reznor & Atticus Ross/Charles Eisenstein (AMOP edit)
  • Workinonit – J Dilla
  • Slave Only Dreams To Be King – Marilyn Manson
  • The Reptilian Agenda – B. Dolan
  • Sugar Storm (Reprise) – Trent Reznor & Atticus Ross
  • Gobstopper – J Dilla
  • Cthulu – EMA
  • Anchors – Stone Gossard
  • & Eveline – Elvis Perkins
  • Sirens Of Your Toxic Spirit – of Montreal
  • The Ideal Husband – Father John Misty
  • Urban Ease/Slide Machine – Parquet Courts
  • 1st Time/Freak You – Cooly G
  • Ordinary Morning – Sheryl Crow
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