MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
the agonist - and their elougies sang me to sleep
All I heard was the sound of fish who'd drowned.
All I saw was the inside of my eyelids.
All I said fell short of reaching open ears.
Words floating, clouding the view...
'See no, hear no, speak no evil' leaves you deaf, dumb and blind, because the bad is all you'll find.
A deeply heart-felt goodbye to the part of me that died when
I decided to put others before me, yes, my heart fell asleep - boredom and fatigue.
I always said I wanted to die smiling,
To pretend I'm at peace.
Now from my corpse beams a frigid, blank grin and once hopeful eyes are sunken in.
Like a lullaby to the cradle is the eulogy to the casket.
All my flaws swept under the table to grieve the porcelain doll that was me.
Their solemn songs sang me to sleep as my body escaped me.
Welcome down into the New World!
Happiness is being interred!
Such a shameful masquerade!
Fleeting, frozen minutes on display.
Why is evolution such a shameful thing to say?
Can you fee! your bodily decay?
Arms are beside me, hands open wide.
Seems I was living mv life in rewind, taking so manv steps backwards, not looking behind.
Because I can sure as hell feel my brain going blank.
If my body betrays me, there's pollution to thank.
This condition infects my cells like it controls my mind.
Internal army, defend me
behind enemy lines!
Fragile vehicle of mine!
Don't abandon me yet!
There is so much to live
for that we so easily forget.
Fascination with the fear... The concept escapes me.
All encompassing fate... how it wrenches our hearts, torments our souls and sings us all to sleep
to an eternal keep, no matter what beliefs, it sweetly sings us all...
the agonist - anxious darwinians
Halted embryogenesis at the birth of second thought,
creating before acting to stay safely at the start.
Textbook nebulse authentical the World Order?s end.
But we dictate through creation just how, where and when.
The sound of self-severed limbs. Broken joints on cold steel links.
Impossible havens harbor them. Damp floors carve swollen skin.
The long-sought elusive passage keys!
Where once was a door, now stands a wall.
Concrete beds prevent digging deep. Leonine threats behind bamboo stalks.
And anxious Darwinians frantically self-analyse,
too ultimately aware to trust anyone or anything alive.
Toxic, parasitic ideas hijack our minds.
Mimetically commandeered to include the suicide.
The privacy of experience. The illusion of focus.
The future is anticipated memory. The virulence of idea.
Halted embryogenesis at the birth of second thought
creating before acting to stay safely at the start.
Textbook nebulse authentical the World Order?s end.
But we dictate through creation just how, where and when
Vanitas on aged pages, copper violin.
Incumbent phrenology to drain you of your doubt.
Don?t call my landscape a plane, you increate egoist!
You?re merely a hallucination of my own Atmas!
Volition decides the future as the authors all agree,
Impatiently arranging for evolution?s recrudescence.
Visual receptors are undeniably unique in a closed Cartesian Theater,
body anchored to the seat. Pressuposed conclusions, methodic doubt.
An escaped res cogitans flees to an inter-subjective world.
Passive beliefs bridge the chasm, mind pregnant at birth.
The danger, dear empiritic is that to which Narcissus succumbed, and still do, some.
Fountainshead, automatons. To subordinates genetic interest is ultimately human!
Rampant self-awareness in your invisible
Hands means everything is fickle, subject to your shape and shade.
How will you, dear eremite program your semaphore?
Self-preservation is subject to an emotional homunculus.
And anxious Darwinians frantically self-analyse, too ultimately aware to include the suicide.
Halted embryogenesis at the birth of second thought
creating before acting to stay safely at the start.
Textbook nebulse authentical the World Order?s end.
But we dictate through creation just how, where and when
the agonist - birds elope with the sun
Air like water, water like stone, birds elope with the sun.
A velvet quietus furtively draped over ears.
Quartz underfoot and crystalline opal years.
Welcome webs of gasping despair.
Nival anaphora textures the air.
Anamnesis waltzes through...
The windows, shit tight, and the fires are fueled... Reminding naivete of its magnitude's inferiority.
Skywards stretching arms become thin and weak.
Bony fingers comb the clouds then curl into fists,
admitting defeat. Blood concedes to gravity's pull,
leaving hollow skeletons all erect,
perforating the skyline – an impenetrable cage...
like skin drawn tight, and canvas cracked with age.
Escapist flights and lengthy nights as some succumb and slumber awakes..
Faces count minutes til noon –
solar ghosts come kiss the moon goodnight –
grey memories for now. A thousand families,
down, will fall. Nival tears bury them all!
Like absconding tides, birds elope with the sun.
A barren desert soaked in bleach.
A sickly pallor and opal touch.
Hallucinating, shattered glass falls as if the atmosphere cracked and we are invaded by emptiness black.
The brain keeps the body company.
The continent is a new born, trying to breathe.
Accepting his fate and falling asleep,
the child is woman, resting in peace.
Accepting the sleep as a blackness forcing its way in and pushing air out through heavy lungs...
And heavy are the clouds that reach so deep and smother the land in a heavy shroud.
Eves press closed and words are now visible.
The sky is an eggshell waiting to hatch.
The ground is the the, the wind, the trees,
the Earth, the water, the first..
Sculptors working the clay, carving angels and gargoyles as pixies dance to appease the leaves.
Faces that once turned to catch light,
frown and turn desperately down towards darkness.
Float to the stiff, grey Earth.
the agonist - born dead buried alive
In the dimension beyond the twilight
A soul is waiting to be reborn
After a lifetime of repenting sin
A new life is about to begin
But something went wrong that fateful night
And the cosmos went berserk
A fusion of the heavens
And the sphere where the dark ones lurk
Hell grows stronger; your soul is at stake
You're granted life only to die
Dscend into the black.
Born Dead Buried Alive
Standing at the gate waiting for the dark to arrive
Born Dead Buried Alive
The army of the undead
Now possess your blackened soul
You'll never know life on earth
Doomed to forever walk the land beyond
When the final day arise, you twisted self will rise
The dead shall inherit the earth
You belong to the fires of Hades
You get your lifeblood from the river Styx
Hell in all its glory
Will forever be your dwelling place
The restless dead eagerly awaits
The day of maturity, the end of mankind
Crack the surface of the earth
And let there be hell.
Born Dead Buried Alive
Standing at the gate waiting for the dark to arrive
Born Dead Buried Alive
The army of the undead
Now possess your blackened soul
the agonist - business suits and combat boots
Does history guide you, or do you set out to change it?
Breach not broken
Fuck your...
Skinned- alive designer wear
Fashion shades and salon hair
Heels to help where nature failed
Artificial teeth and nails
The wasp's nest expands
So clap your hands! It's her!
The one black woman who's success you don't credit to Affirmative Action
The way of the future is corporate sponsors raising your kids
Maternal love is nothing compared to what $7 gives
Put in, suck out plastic body parts
It's the ever-growing industry of cosmetic arts!
Bombarded with the idealized shots, dysmorphic, self-destructive plots
Physical flaws are a mental blank
So pay your surgeons
It?s your parents you should thank
These eyes are blind to several hundred left behind
(Lest we forget again)
But the border is breached but not broken
Who tries to find the several hundred left behind,
When the border is breached but not broken?
Go-existing in a twisted society
Where youth is a crime and wasteful sweat-shops expenditures are how luxury is defined
Now the KKK has found a new masquerade
Fuck your self-proclaimed supremacy
You hide your face and your shame!
Identify right and wrong when all fact is merely opinion
You cannot know the sweetness of victory without first dwelling in the agony of defeat
These eyes are blind to several hundred left behind
(Lest we forget again)
But the border is breached but not broken
Who tries to find the several hundred left behind,
When the border is breached but not broken?
the agonist - chlorpromazine
I awoke to a complex chemistry.
So, I went to a neuro-surgeon inquisitively to see what she could see.
But she only knows what shes taught
so I turned to a tree to see what he thought.
And he asked: when does three equal one plus one.
The answer is birth lifes creation.
Then suddenly flames rushed past. Green turned to black, and life turned to ash.
Because I believe in everything,
Im convinced of nothing.
United we ran divided we crawl.
It just takes a common enemy
to make a friend.
Marry hope and fear,
invent a color
And so, its gone as quickly as it came.
Raging tides galloped forth to extinguish the flames, and, thus, was born a cloud above.
But all else was gone, and one plus one equaled one.
Because I believe in everything,
Im convinced of nothing.
United we ran divided we crawl.
It just takes a common enemy
to make a friend.
In harmony with gravity
always bring everything down
Tear out your mother tongue-
chlorpromazine incursion-
Flesh is food and bone is stone.
A grey matter case for inner demons microphones.
Fields of shells that luck in murky waters.
A bed of nails for less traumatic slumber.
Logics taught but brains are sweet,
weve served ours up for the demons to feed.
Project loathsome apathy redefines reality.
Paranoid self-victimization in a cage of skin rage
and intimidating lack of control bring a once bright life to stone and ice.
the agonist - dead ocean
An Ocean waves hello
Feathers decorate the air
And sleeping giants approach
An absolute nightmare ? not having footing to flee
Suspended animation, face to face with the majesty
Grotesque interest drew you near
But sorrow and awe keep you here
The Ocean suicides
Here come the leeches gathering around their host
Hard to believe it, arterial seacost
King of carcass, I'll drown in is death
Grotesque interest drew you near the towering monument
Sorrow and awe keep you here while the Ocean breaks
Flesh weighs more than atmosphere ? what' keeping them afloat?
Still you stare, waiting for the shipwrecks and ghosts
The moon mocks you with a knowing grin
Or, is that the lure of a distant angler fish?
Was your role fulfilled? Was that it?
Are you face up or face down?
Cardinal points are semantic
Geometry is religion for mathematicians
The womb that birthed us keep us close
Rebellious organs give up early, abandoning ship
The air feels hydrogen-heavy
Your elements are individualizing
Red algae pours across the panorama
Colored film fills your eyes, matching the bed expanding beneath you
With every once you lose
You forget you ever feared you're physically free
One who survives mass suicide gather the masses to blindly follow
Intonations camouflage obvious idiocy
Approachable outside to welcome them in
Black holes set in spin
A resource more valuable than we expect,
Wrangled together to redirect
I've been around this place before
I recognize the heavy doors opening on the entrance way
Molding a populace out of clay
Stuck in the earth, we'll stay
the agonist - everybody wants you
You did me wrong! Yeah, you screwed me
But guess what! I win, you lose
How funny, what you show when you?ve got nothing to prove
Everybody wants you? Everybody wants you dead
But I want you right here
To see your face when you?ve got no one left
Sticky fingers touch the treetops
Could we collapse them with one slip?
Can you really swear by a reality where miles are measured by inch?
Tonight we are two, dipping toes in flooding puddles
Programmed romance makes us shudder, pictures never grow old
Obviously dusting powdery days off your skin,
Familiar eyes are rabid, transplanted to a stranger?s skull
How am I to keep you happy, healthy and strong
when you harbor such infection, such scar tissue in your bones
I didn?t think dysplasia would so affect it
You know, tonight there is a crime to commit
I?m thinking it through, I?m convinced it?s true
You?re the beach of my attention but the tide is coming in
Will you buckle down like barnacles, a one-time contagion?
Will you passively wade away like layers of pollution?
Or will you still be holding your breath when tides go out again?
What happened to what you thought of me?
I shattered all the imagery
The pretense was a forgery, I really am what I present
You know, tonight there?s a crime to commit
And I?m the criminal, victim and punishmen
the agonist - forget tomorrow
Forget Tomorrow
Fall into flames
Well all that remains of me
Is a stepped-on, thrown-out piece of your enemy
All that remains of me is about to hit the ground
When you begin to deny all of your past lives
When you begin to deny that you can't defend your lies
In total
In control
Get thrown overboard
Get pulled below
Wait patiently as it surrounds me
In vitro
Freakshow
Go home, go
Set me free
The end is only a bloodloss, coin-toss tragedy
Blind-eyed guilty plea
So caught up in here and now
Walk on, walk on
Life expectancy goes down
Corruption
The weakest mind will wear the crown
Because we all need protection
Escapism is a dangerous art
Addiction is the easy part
Please don't let me fall into flames
Night falls and darkness rises deep inside his skin
Blood, sweat and tears will soon pay for this sin
Wait patiently as it surrounds me
Walks towards home, thinks he's alone
Wait and you'll see
The frost glows in his eyes
Exhalation is only a disguise for Death's new enterprise
Infiltration
Self-destruction
Left so lonely
What a tragedy.
the agonist - globus hystericus
What says the tree to his friends the rocks?
When he lives and breathes and they sit and mock
And he grows strong for centuries long
But finally dies and begins to rot
'We will last intact this way!
And you my friend will soon decay'
'But i can breathe - am commensal;
the shade, the fruits, the nests on bough
And if, with this, my time finite
I'm glad to have spent it doing right'
But rocks prefer to simply sit
To win none, lose none, just exist
But nary should an ocean rise,
They'd become sand and dissapear with the tides
When trees ignite a cyclical life
From plant to animal to Earth and back;
Whom, even when their roots are plowed
Have left exponential impact
Steel, concrete, technology (etc)
May stand intact for centuries
I say with actions...
But faced with wind, flood or quake
Like toys will crumble, bend and break
... what you do with words
And so the greedy human kind
To conquer trees tall, mountains high
Erects gigantic splinters of steel
That shame forests, make mountains kneel
And progress spreads like moss on stone
Evolution dictates that men are prone
To outdo those that came before
'You see? We'll last forever more!'
We improve what nature made
We'll challenge mountains, transplant lakes
There is no confirmed master plan
We do it just because we can
But foolish is the one who
Complacently thinks himself King
Because when time erodes the past
What remains are nature's things
Quite Shakespearean duals
Those between parent and offspring are!
As Chronos devours his Son
Gaia to Mankind so starts
Steel, concrete, technology (etc)
May stand intact for centuries
I say with actions...
But faced with wind, flood or quake
Like toys will crumble, bend and break
... what you do with words
We won't outlive our generation,
But our impact surely will
This - the Rocks' humilitation
When they witness we are still
Alive in what we've left for others
Like Nature gives, so selflessly
So pay respect to our true Mother
And take your rank amongst the trees
the agonist - ideomotor
We are but prisoners of waterfalls...
We stand on broken ribs.
Faces to the glass, we drown.
Heavy mileage on our minds,
We wrap the earth in cerebral folds.
And the corpse we carry
Really is a weight we'd like to throw.
We love the strange new animals,
We love the fearful plants
But we all surrender
Turpentine to rid us of our pasts.
You would walk the rotten hillside,
You would taste the clouds below.
But the world you walk
Is running water through
Valleys in palms of hands.
We all know we will be
Respected by greed and death and loathed by clarity
Jettisoned
Emotions flood the banks
The valleys overflow.
If only
Memory served us better,
We could swim to dry our souls.
We're suicidal swans.
We're silence, in throats we creep.
You'll know us by the shaking ground
When ideas emerge from the deep.
Dolphins have more dignity.
A sleepwalking helicopter, gracefully deceased.
Beauty makes the blind weep.
To describe a song in colour
Is a portrait's symphony
The light drips on closed eyelids
Through holes in weathered sheets.
Curiosity stands up where strange faces hide and seek,
Swarming the webs of electricity
That dragnet the city;
Confusing power with duty
In a place with trees like origami.
Monstrous theories dance with nightmares
On the horizon.
Absolute equinox.
Listening to history in the present,
planets approach with lupine walks.
We're suicidal swans.
We're silence, in throats we creep.
You'll know us by the shaking ground
When ideas emerge from the deep
Offering flowers to the dirt
Like paralyzed dancers we decline
And smile and flee.
But, with years of past devotion,
The crushing atmosphere is bittersweet.
In my waterfall,
Here,
In earth, I'll slowly
Disappear.
the agonist - lonely solipsist
Parrot, squatting on your throne, mentally captured, are you?
Foot-soldered concrete rooted in basement, alone
Corporeality relinquished fictive molecules revolt
Soliloquies like apparition of a long forgotten ghost
Lonely solipsist, sculpture squatting in a cell!
Anchored pedometry, concrete throne
Posture vocal like your inflective prose,
Tethered philosophy, encrypted psychiatry
Powers of rendition on a capricious world, a pawn
Monet inclination for thoughts spoken never heard
Tragic auditorium for one pygmalion soul
Manas in transcendence through an infinite cosmos
Destruction
Destruction is the ultimate creation so,
Your children, don?t regret
Like those to their divine inventions, like all to the planet
So, lonely solipsist, what rhyparography floods my eyes?
Bituminoid lucidity, in trafficked lumens, hides
What would happen if your trompe-l?oeil was exposed?
One brain stacked up eight heads high in perfect proportion
Gravid knowledge crush the skulls in savage rebellion
Design by observation, translated erudition,
So many creators cognitively collide like a pride of pan-psychics
Upon whom redounds this insistent obloquy?
Power of observer granted power of intent
The painter?s brush the writer?s words, the sinners repent
I declare this pen a syringe! Injecting foreign brains!
Obligor objectivist base knowledge on fiction anyways
Pass the blame like nested russian dolls, inertly decaying
Smite the epiphenomenalism! Erase those bound to faith!
the agonist - martyr art
Awaken as from a tormented sleepwith eyes anxiously looking to creep beyond this twisted dementia displayed on the walls. Mysterious mindset and ink droplets fall. Muses take flight in an all out war. Shall I catch with open hand or let it fall and start again? Such words burn the skin.
So enter stage right mic, in hand. Before the micro-cosm, stand. Display my efforts, after all, don't expect them recognized. Hourly torture, chaos ignite! Beauty and art give a sign of life. But, as Balzac and Hardy profess, the martyr will burn for her canvas.
Elusive horizon, I'm not a threat. You see, I'm for some reason always on trial. Object of detestation, always on trial.
O, Solitude, with thee I dwell in our assiduous gated hell.
Trivial - this mind and spirit world. You can't compare their worth to what is real. At its best, all critics must confess this work can outlive death, so what is real because I can't describe half the shit I feel inside for your crimes. Targeting intent evicerating innocence.
(I swear I'm not a threat. Put down your defense)
All I can do is watch in awe, feet raking the sand, hands bound by molten ire. As the broad guillotine blade sinks into the horizon, streams of burning gold burst forth frm ultramarine expansive veins and reach towards me, lending heat to the air as the Earth is sliced in half and the dividing line approaches.
For ever stand turned wonderland, for every sound turned song, for every song turned experience, for every hour drawn long.
Accabl? de mis? en d?bre, les muses se baignent en flammes. Noy? dans l'ombre elles disparaissent, attenant le divin peintre de l'Univers, le Soleil
the agonist - memento mori
Memento Mori
Can't you see how far I've bent?
Fuel abuse at my expense
The limbs that crawl up silken threads
And swift entomb the not quite dead
That sickening numbness hindsight hides
Like spiders creeps out from inside
Remember, simply don't pretend
Both good and bad will come to end
How love's blindfold wears so thin
The world's too strange when seen without
The arrow's head plunged so far in
My body taught me just how to live on without
You tore away a part of my body
So virgin pure
You fed off blood from my soul
No longer will your silhouette haunt me
Reject obsession
Let it burn in the cold
Writhing, wriggling free
From all the superficial constraints
But that sickening numbness hindsight hides
Like spiders creeps out from inside
How love's blindfold wears so thin
The world's too strange when seen without
The arrow's head plunged so far in
My body taught me just how to live on without
Your fingers burn their prints on my skin
But greedy hands can't grope their way into my mind
No more will your venom reach my awe-glazed eyes
(Permanent scars)
Though my last hope was strangled
Although you've burned me
That corpse constantly shadowing my every move
With each step I take pavement grinds my flesh away
The precious static rest beneath my slumber holds me up
Though persuasion pulls me down.
the agonist - panophobia
Keep out the intruders! Put the drawbridge up!
The enemy ransacked what we had just rebuilt!
Now the garden lies in serene symmetry
And severe color theory.
Roots slowly poisoning
Through strategic seeds planted inside.
We're much safer self-preserved.
Let the Dead Sea rise.
No, the watch dogs aren't robots.
They can't defend against their lures.
Doors that weld shut behind you and books that fly like birds.
Crushed by backpacks filled with ammo,
luggage carts distracted the defense.
And the troops sneak in undetected, charades begin,
start the pretense.
Obsessive thought in royal chambers invites Trojan warriors in.
Little exceptions seem so harmless, little victories, little wins.
And now why has the plan failed?
We sit here aimless once again.
With all units deployed fully, how is it we let him in?
All the corporals agreed: zero-tolerance enforced.
But as cold as doorknobs were I somehow still opened the doors.
Each battle lost is a mile gained on the terminal timeline.
We all fear the last few inches but they're so far out, we're blind.
Each battle lost...
A dysfunctional team, we are, no one following the rules.
Yes I'll do my best to protect you but your disobedience intrudes.
Skeletons escape the flesh like ants
through tightly clenched fists.
This time impeach the tyrant!
What a contradictory statement ?
suicidal self-preservationist.
Although logic understands, prison chambers still exist.
Chambers East and West conspiring, neighbors
North and South unite.
With the four working against me I'm powerless and losing sight!
Each battle lost is a mile gained on the terminal timeline.
We all fear the last few inches but they're so far out, we're blind.
Each battle lost...
This is a forced entry. This is algometry.
This is panophobic.
Immunity gets sick.
This is a forced entry. This is algometry.
This is panophobic.
Taken down, brick by brick.
This is a forced entry. This is algometry.
This is panophobic.
This is the last conflict.
Each battle lost...
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