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Bones

by Boxface

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1.
Oh, stub your toe Or walk on hot coals What do you hide and why? And where do your taxes go? Eat your digital food Distance message from mood I'll meet you in the boonies We can live an American life I fear I'm fading into abstraction Grasping at emphatic straws I fear we don't value self-education Accept what we know's what we know and it's true Keep your eye on the prize Realize your size The bureaucratic banality of evil Is still at large They dehumanize Pseudospeciaize They've naturalized inequality So they can live their American lives I fear I'm fading into abstraction Grasping at emphatic straws I fear we don't value self-education anymore Accept what we know's what we know and it's true I fear those who stick to birds of a feather And propagate bed-ridden bourgeois I fear I've begun to lose my tether So I pop a cap and a stem and start to unspool ᴅᴏᴡɴʟᴏᴀᴅɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅɪɢɪᴛᴀʟ ᴘʀᴏꜰɪʟᴇ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ᴏᴋ ᴏɴ ᴛᴜᴇꜱᴅᴀʏ ᴀᴛ 11:00 ᴀᴍ, ʏᴏᴜ ꜱʜᴏᴘᴘᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴅᴇꜱɪɢɴᴇʀ ꜱʜᴏᴇꜱ ᴏɴ ᴡᴇᴅɴᴇꜱᴅᴀʏ ᴀᴛ 9:30 ᴘᴍ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴀɴ ᴀᴅᴠᴇʀᴛɪꜱᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴇʀᴇᴄᴛɪʟᴇ ᴅʏꜱꜰᴜɴᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴜʀꜱᴅᴀʏ ᴀᴛ 2:00 ᴘᴍ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɪɴꜱᴛᴀʟʟ ᴀ ᴅᴇᴍᴏᴄʀᴀᴛɪᴄ ɪɴꜱᴜʀɢᴇɴᴄʏ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴏʀᴛʜᴇʀɴ ᴄᴏɴɢᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇꜱꜱɪɴɢ... ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇꜱꜱɪɴɢ... ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɢᴏᴅ
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Bones 05:42
I've been growing tired of these rusty bones Don't know if I can find the road home Turn these bones into a place that I can call home But who am I? I wear a box on my face I've come to accept It's not just a phase I wear this box on my face But who are you? To walk through the door To the back of my eyes Begging for more I'll beg you for more But who are we? To stand in your way We'll step aside And walk beside you Don't know the road home Can't find it on my own And I've been growing tired of these rust bones I've been growing tired of these rusty bones I've been growing tired of these rusty bones I've been growing tired of these rusty bones
3.
We observe the ossifying, guiltless bugs Count our demons, burn our hands, sip our honey mugs Dominate, reflect, inflect, denounce the motionless Squeeze our pity tubes and recognize we scar the nebulous Vicarious, vivacious habits clustered on a pixel screen Nimble, pink, petite, addicted to amphetamines Grind your teeth and fix your eyes upon tremedous days Idealize a dip in time, a peachy ooze through space Build a shelter I'll hide in my cave Build a shelter A brain in a tank Revitalize and swallow up all your penny fame Stand beside the wriggling masses and deprive your shame Slam the door and turn the lights off, throw your keys in the vase Bask in the absurdity, laugh it off and join the ranks I'll build a shelter Hide in my cave Build a shelter A brain in a tank Milk it For all we got If we resolve That's all we got Coordinated provocation in our lungs Notice how conspirers speak in tongues Throw a beetle in the stew and wash our mouths Gag and vomit as we fumble to spit it out, out, out Build a shelter I'll hide in my cave Build a shelter A brain in a tank Just keep on scrolling Just keep on scrolling Just keep on scrolling Just keep on scrolling Scroll Scroll Scroll Scroll Scroll your newsfeed Scroll Scroll Scroll your newsfeed Scroll your newsfeed Build a shelter Build a shelter Just keep on scrolling Just keep on scrolling Just keep on scrolling Scroll Scroll
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I take photos Of the people I love Because I have to And memories depend on you I take photos Of my naked body To track the progress of time As it bears its effects on me Oh that sweet rush Oh that sweet, sweet rush I take photos Of the places I go As my staying power fades I can live down a memory hole I take photos Because I have to We depend on you We suspend you
5.
One lazy Monday afternoon A rare breed of its kind I submit myself to the earth And realign my spine Moss grows fat upon my skin Rolling clouds drift by Sinking slow into soft dirt Rest my weary eyes Is it all just a dream? Is it all just a dream? Is it all just a dream? I awoke to find myself still asleep I was living as I died Orchestrate our imperfect plan And we all get by just fine Is it all just a dream? Is it all just a dream? Is it all just a dream?

about

Bones is a cry for resistance in the digital age. It is a plea for personal and societal reform, to look both inwards and outwards, to be wary of information, and to realize perspective as it pertains to size and the temporary.

These themes culminate into five flavored psychedelic suites to strip you from ego. Bones represents a personal core. My personal core has radically altered in the last two years as I have come to except the duality of my gender, my inadherence with the normalized flow of modern society, and my coming to terms with mortality and what it means to be alive. I also find it hits the core of of my sound by combining all elements previously touched upon.

Anyways, enough of the blah-blah. Enjoy.

Boxface

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released April 20, 2020

Written, performed, and mastered by Boxface
Released on Crass Lips Records
Artwork by Boxface
© ℗ Vixi Thomas 2020

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Boxface San Francisco, California

Trans musician & activist on Crass Lips records

Constantly experimenting with the limits of sound and composition. Avante-garde punk

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