06 Mess

Oh, I / I can be / Something real / Someone new...

The cyborg did not lose his humanity entirely on his own. He began as human, as we all do, and he accepted the surgeon's modifications, though perhaps reluctantly at first. Now his flesh-and-wire body, injured beyond repair, would serve as both a prophecy of what was to come, and a reminder of all that has been. We must share the blame, lest we forget the environment in which the cyborg became, the surgeries required to make him, and our own failure to stay the blade.

How might you be contributing to systems of injustice unintentionally? Forcibly? How are you justifying your contributions?  

BACK TO THE FRACTURE EXCITAL

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Mess

The story of the mess we made

Begins with me

A hundred million years ago

Beneath the sea

I rose like mist above the waves

To touch the sky

And heard a call that shook the earth

Then there was light

She cupped her hands to shape the moon

And tamed the tide

She lit the sun then quenched its rays

And called it night

She called it night

She called it night

She called it night

 

Then God looked down on everything

And it was good

Except the part where I did feel

Misunderstood

I started giving gifts I knew

Would fail to please

Like mutilated animals

And burning trees

I killed her son and hid the blade

In self defense

It’s hardly an excuse I’ve made

But it’s the best

The closest I’ll admit the blame

Or feign repent

Or feign repent

 

O, I

I can be

Something real

Someone new

 

The story of the mess we made

Begins with me

A hundred million years ago

Beneath the sea

The pleasure of your countenance

Toward other guys

Is difficult to comprehend

But still I try

Cause I just want to feel it

(We both)

To feel something

(Reached for)

Cause I just want to feel it

(The knife)

To feel something

 

Written and performed by Ionne

Published by Brand Label Music (ASCAP)

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