World A Part

by DiscoAbsurdo

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released September 9, 2012

Cover Art By Christopher Morris
Thanks to Delano, M.D., Klaus Funk, and Pickle, for the remixes.

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DiscoAbsurdo AM, Brazil

Experimental electronic duo who met online in March 2009, have not inhaled since. Synths, beats, guitars by Morris via Norfolk, UK. Vox by Olson via NYC. After self-releasing several EP's, and rotating on UK-based Internet radio shows like BBC Norfolk Introducing, DA released an EP and full-length on netlabel Misspelled Records. Since 2012 proud members of the DIY Bandits collective family. ... more

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Track Name: World A Part
So don’t tempt me with your soft darkness
There’s something sinking in my lost little conscience

You lie there trying not to move anymore
Your hideous voice is bellowing through the floor
Big pounding fear, you can’t get your own words out of your head
You just want to die but you’re too weak, you drink yourself to sleep instead

An icy wind
You breathe it in
You’re choking on
A woebegone grin
Your chilly lung
Is where the musician strums
There’s something else,
It’s where your heart hung

A single microphone
Is strung up on its own
You sing into the noose
It’s what you’re used to now
Everybody’s gone
Your single bloody swan down
In the murky lake
Now all you do is wait
Until she flutters a wing
And with a shudder we sing
An ancient misery
Of all the people we
Bled in front of whom
Now in a different room
Stiff stucco dividing our doomsdays
You wanna open us up
Kick down every door
You plead to press your solid bones
Against a hard wood floor
And there’s really nothing more (to it)
Let’s face it, every nobody dreams of a dry division from it
You wanna cut yourself up, cut you off from the rest of it all,
Ontologic separation is your geographic dislocation, it’s your goal
But don’t fall from your newfound grace,
Just build a big wall around your little face
And dream up a distant new definition for your own little soul-space

An icy wind
You breathe it in
You’re choking on
A woebegone grin
Your chilly lung
Is where the musician strums
There’s something else,
It’s where your heart hung

Like you’ve got one at all,
Like you’d know how to install one
If you every actually saw one
Burning under a tall, beating sun
Beat your little drum of indifference
And disregard your apathetic inheritance
Your genetic obnoxiousness
From that great burning father
Away from whom you uselessly wander
Futile endeavor, fruitless encounter with blandness and blather
Now you’re a world apart from the talons of Big Other
You’ve built yourself your very own birth-mother
So dream your silent stolen thoughts
And starve your little brother for whatever he’s got
There’s nothing nice to tell yourself now,
And the walls around you haven’t got a way out to get to
Cuz you’ve got no womb to spill open outward
You’ve got no name to spell backward
You’re writing in code, but the messages all fall away from it
You don’t need to feel a way, cuz you can’t always glance sideways at it
Doesn’t mean you’re dumb,
But you’ll never be stupid enough
Just stupidly rough, when you tell yourself
That you live a world a part from everybody else
That you tear up its torn-apartness
That you alone listen up when it speaks of its own silence
Misery bleeds like a diabetic,
But your so-called mystery breathes like an asthmatic
Your artificial new-life has fallen ill,
But you still press on, with your stubborn will power,
Bull dozing through every faint hearted hour of the day
With your silent decisions that nobody sees,
And you blandly, placidly pray, to leave your own hell
You ask yourself, May I please be excused,
Will you please exclude me from falling on my knees,
There’s nothing left for me to need
And there’s nothing I haven’t felt the need to plead for
So honestly, I’m only genuinely begging for an opportunity to die fighting
For something to fight for
I only want to live on in peace with nothing to live for peacefully
I only want to shake off my stupid and gleefully heart-broken
Mindset of unspoken sympathy for only every part of me
That hasn’t fallen a part, due in part to my own stupid lazy and brainless
Attempts to better my babyishness, wholly and once and for all,
I don’t want to crawl anymore
So please just let me lay on this goddamn floor

For lack of a better world,
I’m tearing this one apart
Heart from bloody, deranged heart

Flatlands and flatliners
Abbreviated lunatics
Dust colored attics
And broken-off broom handles
Moth covered comforters
And mole hills out of mountains
A chilly kind of rage,
Until the page is turned
And the moth eaten paperback
Is burned, on principle
Cuz everyone is invincible
But our strength is invisible
I’m only perfect,
And nobody’s human
But a beautiful woman
Is crying in her own blood
So keep me in your prayers,
Soul slayer,
And make a mountain out of my only bloody son
Track Name: Super-Reified (Sunken Word)
I’m super-reified
And I don’t really mind
If you didn’t realize
What kind of thoughts I had in mind
To share with you today
On this long hour
But I’ll do my best to make some sense of it all
But sometimes the only sense you can make is nonsense
But you’ve gotta keep in mind that nothing doesn’t make sense
Even if it’s absent of meaning
That doesn’t mean a thing, except
That sense doesn’t always mean something
When all you got is a hammer, everything looks like a nail
When all you got is a hammer, everything looks like a skull

Let’s all get a little bit caught up
All the junk that everybody bought up
Ain’t nothin but fish now, so every sweet girl and boy
Take all of your useless toys
Hand ‘em over back and forth
Before they wind up on the shores
Make all of your useless noise
And celebrate the uncelebrated
Instigate a tune elevated
Wake up in the dark, and tell your friends
There is no end, just a million starts
Put an end to finishing things
Begin everything endlessly
Even if you do it a bit pretentiously
Stand up, sit down, don’t do anything
Drop what you’re holding, jump really slowly

I’m a hyperbolic motherfucker
But I don’t really care that much for much at all
But sometimes I do and lots of stuff is just narcissism, for sure
But yeah I’m sure I’ve got something I really
Wanna needa gotta gonna say right now
So sit down please I don’t mean to be rude
I suppose you can stand, but stay right here

No before yes and life after no
Everything is guesswork with questions like clockwork
Sometimes I think to myself
I’m gonna throw away some time-wasting thoughts
Just choose a path at random
Say no before yes cuz I’m always gonna rearrange
The cut-and-paste coin-toss
I decide when I won or lost
I don’t really care about it
But every time I try to explain what I mean
I’ve gotta really, really mean what I’m explaining
And the fact is the deeper I get involved
In my own cyclical thoughts
The less I start to care
But it’s not cuz I’m lazy
It’s because I start to see the nonsense for what it really is:
A reflection of and interplay with the idiocratic world around me
Who’s crazy first? Me or the world around me
That wants to be instantly done with everything it starts
Before it begins,
Who’s crazy first? Me or the world around me
That wants to be instantly done with everything it starts
Before it begins, immediate consumption of a moment
Exploit the fleeting nature of the now
There is no presence
I said it before and after I said it
I don’t have to do it
I already said it
I don’t have to say it again
I just did

Let’s all get a little bit caught up
All the junk that everybody bought up
Ain’t nothin but fish now, so every sweet girl and boy
Take all of your useless toys
Hand ‘em over back and forth
Before they wind up on the shores
Make all of your useless noise
And celebrate the uncelebrated
Instigate a tune elevated
Wake up in the dark, and tell your friends
There is no end, just a million starts
Put an end to finishing things
Begin everything endlessly
Even if you do it a bit pretentiously
Stand up, sit down, don’t do anything
Drop what you’re holding, jump really slowly


I don’t really care
Cuz I’m not uncomfortable to say what I want
But I don’t actually know
Anything that would please me
The way I need to be satisfied
The things I need to be whole inside
Don’t exist anymore, never had a chance at lifting me
From glowing bloody gray
To a rooftop shouting
But that’s just romanticism
False nostalgia, ingenuine longing
A hostile way of blaming today
For something that never existed in the first place
Yes, I’m monotone
Cuz I don’t barely care
Just enough for this breath
Just a little less
Just a little…
Conflicted apathy

I’m running out of fear
I wish I could run like hell from here
But the fleeting pinned-downness
The illusively concrete
The mistaken sensation of something to stand on
Keeps cycling under my feet
You know it
And so does anyone who thinks about it
For just one moment before
Their face collides with the door
But there’s something ultimately concrete
About that very lack of solidity
Anyone you meet
Might say the same in other words,
It’s all we’ve got to stand on
Namely a very true uncertainty
The ground on which we stand
Is the sky above our heads
I’m well aware that everything goes over my head
And that’s the ground I stand on
That nothing is there to be understood
Nothing sits still under micro-gazing
But that doesn’t mean I’m crazy
It just means I’m human
It just means I’m awake
It just means that I finally fell into oneness with the absence of any
Working equation,
That’s my super-reification
Quick flash to pay off the chaos,
Me or the world around me
Quick flash to pay off the chaos,
Immediate consumption of a moment

Let’s all get a little bit caught up
All the junk that everybody bought up
Ain’t nothin but fish now, so every sweet girl and boy
Take all of your useless toys
Hand ‘em over back and forth
Before they wind up on the shores
Make all of your useless noise
And celebrate the uncelebrated
Instigate a tune elevated
Wake up in the dark, and tell your friends
There is no end, just a million starts
Put an end to finishing things
Begin everything endlessly
Even if you do it a bit pretentiously
Stand up, sit down, don’t do anything
Drop what you’re holding, jump really slowly