My Body Dissolves as I Watch and Dissolve

by Burial Grid

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1.
I become an idiot child Left in an idiot fire Indifferent eyes like sharks and crabs I return to the ether lung That blows black air through their cries Nowhere yet everywhere I become an idiot child Left in an idiot's fire Unconcerned eyes like a cosmic mother I return to the ether lung That blows black air through their cries I'll never wake up again Never wake up again
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Two coins for the ambulance mouth The ventilator sings a hollow song I'd wait at the burning gates But I wait at your side My body dissolves as I watch and dissolve Goddamn the bland days We spent like flies In a hazy loop of June But the fields All ache with frost So drift into your void And I'll sink into mine This bed's too small for two Like the one at your parents' place Now you're too small too I'm afraid if I keep looking for too long your body will break But I want your face to be the last thing I see Goddamn the bland days We spent like flies In a hazy loop of June But the fields All ache with frost So drift into your void Goddamn the tired nights Rife with life Beneath the sharp black We lived But now it's time Spin off into your void And I'll sink into mine
4.
At home Naked Sleepless Silent Cradle stirs No baby I have no No baby Got no cradle But something screams I have no child But it wants to eat It chewed through the bars Sucked the face off me Now I think it wants my identity I need to run away but my legs are all gone I need to phone the police but my fingers are gone In the mirror I'm not there In the mirror I'm not there
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What the devil do you mean to sing to me, priest? Oh-oh What the devil do you mean? You're out of You're out of tune Oh-oh Tomorrow at sunrise I won't be here I don’t want the doctor’s death Oh-oh I want to have my own freedom My own freedom I want to get in the movies one way or another At fifty you've got the face that you deserve That you de- That you deserve Oh-oh A certain butterfly is on the wing A dying man can do nothing easy Can't do it Can't do it easy Oh-oh A dying man can do nothing easy I must go in for the fog is rising Oh wow oh wow oh wow I'm bored with it all But I can hear the music all around me I must go in for the fog is rising

about

These are five sonic explorations of the winding down of of the manifestation of organized, emergent energy particles we sometimes affectionately - sometimes lamentably - refer to as "life". Through the use of psychedelics, transcendental meditation, direct experiences in depersonalization, and research into brain death and how mankind's symbols shape our perception as we break down, this is an imagined document of the wonderment, horror, despair, and ecstasy that might occur as the organization of those particles decays and they are scattered to and fro into new vistas of existence.

Instruments Used: Korg MS20, Korg Wavestation, Korg Minilogue, Waldorf Blofeld, Novation K Station, DSI Prophet 08, Casio CZ1000, Yamaha DX Reface, Yamaha B200, Ensoniq Mirage, Roland TR 8S, electric guitar, bass, drums and percussion, Ableton Live, voice

"Burial Grid have dipped into some serious magic on this album. It feels a bit like an exorcism by fire. An electronic reinvention of life’s greatest questions, “What is life?” “What happens when we die?” “What is beyond all of this?” Burial Grid doesn’t answer those questions, but they give us a soundtrack to ponder them to." - Complex Distractions

"If you want some music that will take you on a crushing, hope-tinged journey to the centre of your mind then you’ll probably want to add this one to the shortlist of albums to check out. " - Drunk in a Graveyard

"(a) phenomenal dark, beautiful project. ... if you’re into taking psychedelics, this may possibly be the best jam, ever, for you." - The Valley Advocate

" if you can appreciate a well-crafted album of experimental weirdness than you’re in for a treat. As I said to Burial Grid shortly after listening to the album, 'this scratches all the right itches for me.' " - Watermelon Banzai

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released March 22, 2019

Written and recorded throughout 2017 and 2018 by Adam Michael Kozak.
Mastered by Jeff Lipton at Peerless Mastering
lyrics on 5 by dead heroes
artwork by Trevor Henderson

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