1. |
||||
|
Symmetrical, you visit me in my jar
While I climb to
The house of all translators’ great regrets
—The birth of Bonk is here! (Are you afraid?)
Blue snow is swirling through the
Trees on Jefferson Street
Not all things need to be so mystical
Some things are dumb
The red wire is your mind,
No arms to swaddle me,
Two cybernetic breasts, electric blue
Say goodbye to rendered water
In the back of a flash
Symmetrical, you visit me in my car
While I fly for
The house ashore the oceans made of debt
A communist, you hover right through the door
Like a mad ghost
And I can never tell you my regrets
And the destitution you give
That’s the paradox of sin
Say goodbye to rendered water
In the back of a flash
|
||||
2. |
69% experimentalist
02:15
|
|||
|
With you
(You can sleep in the sand)
With you
(I am with you)
Are you afraid of me?
(I wanted to be)
Are you afraid of me?
(No, fuck you very much)
Are you afraid of me?
Are you afraid of us?
Are you afraid to hug?
What are you so frightened of?
Someday you will come for me
(I was afraid)
I know you will come for me
(But now I’m not)
We’re coming for you, coming for you
We’re coming for you, coming for you
Today is a double denim day
(A feeling of exploration is growling in me)
Today is a double denim day
(Cutting free a diamond)
Today is a double denim day
And things will never be the same
|
||||
3. |
Tears out of space
03:09
|
|||
|
Tears out of space
I’m crying in the wrong place
Again
Down through the eye
Her science still too raw and mystified
To aid my life
Electrify the house
Magnetize the spine
Simplify my life
You’re stuck in my eye
Tears out of space
I’m crying in the wrong place
Inside your crying eyes
In the grill so long, I’m charred
Flags of my flesh tear away
Into snow-white ash for the stars
To inhale and suffocate
Tears out of space
I’m crying in the wrong place
Again
Electrify the house
Magnetize the spine
Simplify my life
You’re stuck in my eye
|
||||
4. |
Yak's skeleton key
04:33
|
|||
|
YAK!
|
||||
5. |
||||
|
Coctoplasmic dream
I’m in it for me
I’m in it for you
And we’re feeling everything
|
||||
6. |
Shipping
04:13
|
|||
|
We turned our backs on Planet X,
Alien sex, and nebulas’ rime
Too busy bodying unwhole all the time
Writing little skin flicks on the deck
Now I realize my ambition’s
The size of a halo
Spacecrawler
We turned our backs on Planet X,
Alien sex, and nebulas’ rime
Return the dead to Planet X
Sediment beds, bitter and dry
Too many juggling white suns overhead
Burning songs of summer on your neck
Now I realize my ambition’s
The size of a gravestone
Now I realize my ambition’s
The size of a halo
Spacecrawler
Return the dead to Planet X
|
||||
7. |
JPEG of Fags
01:01
|
|||
|
Coctoplasmic slime
A surface alive in acidic time
Microbial mind, coctoplasmic dream
(Volt never learns to cry)
(With a worn out, long haul heart)
(No clue what you want)
Arrives in the skin, arresting the mind
That’s where we begin
Coctoplasmic dream
When you’re all alone
In the flying cold
Little green heart
In the master’s mode
Networks of sparks in the access—
|
||||
8. |
You're baby
02:52
|
|||
|
Lullaby, lullaby
Bits for Volt
Omfg, cock!
I’m giddy (you’re baby)
The moon as my clock, we’re live
One breath spans the night
Of delicious fruity light
Oh, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me
Joy walks in the tracks of her shoes
In singsong doggerel blues
In the circuits I remember her song
And the warmth carries me on
What do you call me for?
We never get together anymore
When you’re all alone in the flying code
Little green heart in the master’s mode
Networks of sparks in the access zone
It’s a poem, a rising song
A song for baby
When the wind comes and it’s my breath
Picture a swaying castle of palms
Warm like a colorless beach in the sun
You can sleep in the sand, I am with you
You’re baby, you’re baby
|
||||
9. |
The remembering eye
02:01
|
|||
|
Reboot my frozen eyes
Under blown-out halide skies
Forget how I fought
Well I wish you’d spend the night
Like a pale unblinking eye
In the corner of my thoughts
(From eye to dream to ear)
In the green, green light, yeah
You know just what I like
(Volt, Volt breathes memorial air
Coursing the monoliths of grief)
Wind, wind, a pitiful breeze
Would you take me there?
|
||||
10. |
Fossilized yak
02:57
|
|||
|
I was born to rot
Now you become a gas
I came born to rot
Now you become a gas
Volt never learns to cry
With a worn-down, long-haul heart
No clue what you want
Lullaby
|
||||
skeleton yaks New Haven, Connecticut
Jake Gagne
they/she
fka Won Ton Death!
If you like skeleton yaks, you may also like:
Four Singles
by Operator Music Band
Four speaker-melting singles from New York's premiere "live techno" outfit, descended from vintage synthwave, deep house, and dance punk.
go to album
Off-kilter Portland indie rockers make an unexpected return with a tight three-track EP, their first new release in 12 years.
go to album
Walk Thru Me
by The Folk Implosion
Lou Barlow & John Davis return as Folk Implosion, with 10 more songs that are sweetly tuneful.
go to album
featured on Bandcamp Radio Apr 16, 2024
go to album
How Will I Live Without a Body?
by LOMA
An earthy yet somewhat chilly record about life, death, and reconnection, the latest from LOMA experiments with a turn towards the gloomy.
go to album
Within/Without
by Houses of Heaven
If you've been craving something dark and gritty yet stylish and dancefloor-ready, this hard-edged industrial synth opus might fit the bill.
go to album
The London band's new album is a vibrant postcard from southern Italy, boosted by brass, strings, and pizzica percussion from local players.
go to album
