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No Youth

by Wreck and Reference

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Spectrum 04:17
from this forge a fraud elemental rent from flames unripe and unsteady it adorned with muted palette a spectrum restrained and blurred swaddled in embroidery so dear diverting critical gaze wrought now but take to it with hammer chisel hatchet and blade recast this iron work without remorse fashion a new frame do not sleep burn scars are medals in this solitary race
Nausea 03:54
it is daytime now, in the summer even though i couldn't tell no shutters, no sleep, it follows you under you were so stupid last time don't you see how beautiful this moment could be look at the sky, look at the color i've got my green dress on i am not pure, my face is made up implacable, torrid lust without shadow, without shelter
we speak on the shore, tongues lapping each impulse a leaf on the water careening then swallowed you were evergreen then and deciduous i, perfidious i was born from shuttered seasons i shuddered as your fingers mapped these veins innumerable now count these veins and i was red and upturned and i hoped you would die before the springtime i was red and upturned and i hoped you would die you were skipping stones toes in the water when i opened you and you turned red and i turned grey as arbiter wind buried us in leaves and there we lay until the springtime when melted snow washed us away
his punishment is mine too against my will i took it on where do currents go when riverbeds are shores memories are buried in an immoral mountain this is but one inverted soul scratching at the sun or where it used to be witness normal from a moving car the heat surrounds us all, sweat our illusions soaking up the dust perturbed the order of a structure i am but one inverted soul she comes conscious into chaos and is more resilient than i in the wake of a falling sun this illusionary frost stands in summer dreams the emptiness is dew drops on dawn leaves i am the guided sand falling in between two chambers of glass
Cannot 03:40
these cracking bones corrupted their way towards your silhouette sacrosanct and smooth the flicker of halogen like candles in churches i never worshipped a thing of beauty perhaps for those with eyes still in sockets i can't believe in anything anymore this air surrounding no crown but hood a fabric of lies and i cannot breathe this crackling dust erupted from wires transmitting what was once opiate an abstracted projection of desires injected as quickly as possible into giddy nervous fools a thing of joy perhaps for those with nerves unfrayed i can't believe in anything anymore this air surrounding no crown but hood a fabric of lies and i cannot breathe
I Am A Sieve 03:58
gravity adds another day from fettered wings a solemn night rampant want and counting rosaries in the grass to be a decadent slave pursue my discontent through these fields onto eternity look at my flame to death fuck in an involuntary farce from fettered wings comes a solemn night i am a sieve from the well wasted all waters own harbor drought mistress named pendant guilt no youth
Obedience 03:10
Where was it that bone met blade Delicately lowering your foot into steel trap Listening for the creak of the spring Where was it that collar met throat A bundle of tubes Squeezed together No fluid nor air nor humor there passing Where was it that substance met mind Chloroformed the reckless thoughts, their tentacles Flailing you towards you undoing We are masochists bound by what not in bedrooms or basements but in sunlight and living rooms Adorned with chain, gag, cuffs, and leash A body wound complete in thread of crimson A better marionette No movement now resistant No blemish to resect No urge now still delinquent No corruption to correct No disquiet still insistent No words short of breath No thought now inconsistent No act trailed by regret Now master and submissive
Winter 03:07
there's no longer fear to be undone on a pedestal that is pure white still three o clock aporia and pills only swollen hearts feel a low violence in a mother left behind, getting cold monolithic firing squad in black meanwhile winters surely coming hemlock to a dreamless sleep lay your hands down on me and feel a null duality my body clamors sacred despite all seasons empty no reason in blank matter to choose chaos or
absurdist pugilists punching through panes of glass bullheaded drunks pissing on statues spitting on tapestries in trespass and waving the knife in the face of all certainty and when immunity collapses the bastard blade will be frozen in icy white knuckles that no sunrise warmth can melt
he has the face of a dreamer the poster child for the omega holds a violin on the stoop of a great peaking swollen edifice of silt what we know hides inside a fist and is betrayed prescience into a forest dig up a soldier hold out his bones but do not become him


Recorded by W&R in the Howling Wasteland, CA. Mixed and mastered by Colin Marston at Menegroth, the Thousand Caves. Photography by Brandon Gehres. Depicted: Walter Karl Markus.


released April 15, 2012




Wreck and Reference Los Angeles, California

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