||Meanwhile, as snakes attempt to eat the sun, there is still music.|
||And while there is still music, there is still hope that people can learn to hear things they didn't already think.|
||"Going New Places"
||You can send the desperate and hunted back to their nightmares, but you can't unhear their songs.|
||You can build a wall, but you can't soundproof it.|
||"The Queen's Constellation"
||It is possible, however inhumane, to listen to another human's pleas and think "That is not language."|
||But is not possible to hear another human's song and think "No air has moved."|
||"Ease of Wretchedness and Wonder"
||The transmission of music is the most irresistible vector of "globalism", by which we only really mean the acknowledgement that the people you don't know are no less human than the ones you do.|
||All organized noise is structurally pro-human. Only grim murderous silence stands any chance of resisting progress.|
||"When The Walls Came Down (Heartache Was Born)"
||Theater of Dimensions
||If you want to defeat your enemy, sing their songs.|
||Pride Of Lions
||If you want to unmask the corrupt and immoral, force them to say their beliefs aloud.|
||"Point of View"
||In their involuntary dissemblance they will betray themselves.|
||Tangled in Dream
||Force them to state their own names, and listen to how truth infects the sound that escapes them.|
||"The Day That The World Breaks Down"
||State your own name, and see if it resonates.|
||Last Autumn's Dream
||"If Love Should Go"
||Invited to mourn 6 million murdered Jews, can you not even acknowledge the religion that marked them? We hear exactly who you are.|
||Invited to honor Black History, do you reveal that the only black person you know is one you met on television?|
||"Show Me the Love"
||Invited to acknowledge a horrific and lingering history of oppression, can you think of nobody but dead white party-members?|
||"Forget the Past - Re-Recorded"
||World of Silence MMXVII (Re-Recorded)
||Invited to consecrate solemnity, can you think of nothing but terminal zero-sum opposition?|
||"Too Late (feat. Paperwhite)"
||We know you by your blunderbuss whimpering.|
||"Night Lies (feat. Lizzy Land)"
||How You Gonna Stop It?, Vol. 1
||We hear exactly how small you are,|
||how your fingers were always too short to grasp anything enduringly comforting,|
||how your acidic self-image constantly corrodes the shiny protective coating off of everything it touches,|
||"Wild Forever (F9 Radio Edit)"
||Wild Forever (F9 Edits)
||so that everything in your field of vision requires sycophants to constantly re-paint it with the thinnest veneer of gold to keep you from seeing yourself in the exposed surfaces.|
||Empathy is hard, I realize that.|
||Heraldic Black Cherry
||I try to imagine what I would eat if the inside of my own mouth tasted permanently of bilious disdain.|
||I try to imagine how I would understand joy if I couldn't hear over the din of my own inadequacy roaring inside my swollen head.|
||"Fade to Love"
||I imagine how your world must look to you, everything but your own engorged name helplessly out of focus and impossible to fix your attention on for long.|
||Run River North
||Wouldn't this destroy anyone?|
||I try to imagine a scene out of your life that I would recognize.|
||"Love Is The Beast"
||An empty house, a moment alone.|
||Life Without Sound
||Or not quite empty, not quite alone, but the hate you've immersed yourself in is at least occupied in the next office for a few minutes. I try to imagine what you would do.|
||"Midnight To Morning"
||Near To The Wild Heart Of Life
||They would hear you if you started to cry, so it can't be that.|
||Lonely The Brave
||It has to be something so private that they will never know.|
||If they saw your taxes, even your audit-proof actuarial lies would betray you,|
||"Fire That Burns"
||would open your secret corridors,|
||and you'd have nowhere left to hide|
||from inverted Oedipal torment|
||The New Pornographers
||"High Ticket Attractions"
||and how your soiled towers never feel tall enough.|
||So you reach for headphones.|
||"Stitch On My Wings"
||(Do you even own headphones? Would you know what to do with a machine that is designed for the opposite of amplifying your own voice over all other sounds?)|
||But imagine it anyway, imagine you owned headphones, and could find and recognize your own left and right ears.|
||"Only God Knows"
||They're in the next room writing things for you to sign, but the next one isn't ready.|
||Not Even Happiness
||This is why you don't plan your own speeches, so there are never these terrible moments when you have nothing to say.|
||But this much, at least, I do understand:|
||"Sweep Me off My Feet"
||I too am nauseated by silence.|
||When the music stops, I feel myself slipping towards death,|
||and thus believe viscerally, however better I know, that continuous music will keep me alive.|
||"Radiations - Shackleton RMX"
||You have your own croaking, maggot-gnawed voice; I have a planet's ceaseless chorus of joy.|
||Motionless In White
||At least these are both ways to drown out the quiet.|
||Self Inflicted (Deluxe Edition)
||But in this moment I am trying to imagine, they will hear you if you open your mouth.|
||"Crawl Your Way Out"
||You can't threaten or brag or improvise threatening or self-aggrandizing fictions.|
||Born Of Osiris
||All your normal modes are useless.|
||Sinners Are Winners
||"I Hate Every Fucking One"
||But you have headphones.|
||Betraying The Martyrs
||"Take Me Back"
||Imagine you have headphones.|
||"Jets to Perú"
||Imagine the headphones don't get racist talk-radio.|
||"Glitter & Gloss"
||Imagine the headphones do not receive any of the hate bands.|
||Imagine they have some new cutting-edge kind of noise-cancellation that could penetrate your fake hair and your obtuse skull.|
||Imagine that you knew something about music, something you didn't just "learn" a minute ago because somebody managed to stick a name or a concept to your writhing tongue for just long enough that when you spit it out it seems like it could have come from inside you.|
||"deep the water"
||Imagine the convulsive catharsis of admitting to awe.|
||Two people with synthesizers can materialize a universe. Those lost jobs you bombastically mourned, your companies never made jobs like that.|
||Louis The Child
||"Love Is Alive"
||Fears coil up inside us, into the shapes of dragons. Banner-waving is the opposite of introspection, so you'll never know what was great and what was pathetic.|
||Inexorability is dance music. Your tie would trip you if you tried to twirl.|
||Dead by April
||"My Heart Is Crushable"
||Shields exist to permit vulnerabilty. Without softness, that shape is just crust.|
||Blasting grandeur is so much less draining than constant bitter reactionary bickering.|
||But it requires you to put your whole self into your fury.|
||The Murder of My Sweet
||Echoes of the Aftermath
||It requires you to understand the majesty of everything you defy.|
||It requires that you understand the difference between laws of matter and your dress-codes for the liveries of your obsequious servents.|
||Tourist in This Town
||It requires that you can allow your limbs to move freely,|
||Julia / Spring
||that you can recognize an external cadence,|
||"Scared to Be Lonely"
||that you can see your daughter's face and not fear, reasonably, the inevitable moment when she realizes what you have become.|
||She will have that moment.|
||"Time Of Our Lives"
||Alpha Centauri +1
||Do you even own headphones?|
||They open the door and find you lost in the dark, lit up by only bluetooth LEDs and the now-playing screen.|
||What if you weren't too afraid of relentless math to let a progressive-trance half-quarter-eighth-sixteenth crescendo take you momentarily out of this?|
||Shadowtask - EP
||What if arpeggios could transport you into half-remembered soundtracks from rebel dramas you loved when you were 15?|
||What if you could remember anything you loved when you were 15?|
||Mi von Ahn
||What if you had started loving things when you were 15, or 60, instead of putting it off until after the world had assuaged your unquenchable insecurity?|
||You could have had a different life.|
||"Shape of You"
||You could have used your privilege to change things,|
||instead of to magnify the most prosaic injustices.|
||Your life could have had any other unifying theme|
||The Round Dimension
||than knowingly-false promise.|
||"Divided, Pt. 2"
||Your casinos flaunted pretend wealth.|
||"Allt å ingenting"
||Your fake school sold fake knowledge.|
||All These Countless Nights
||The names of the lies you have purchased show through everywhere you stamp your own,|
||"Kong Oscars Gate"
||and your paranoia betrays a desperation for enemies born of never having friends.|
||"The Best of Me"
||You have betrayed the premises of a civilization and the kindness of strangers,|
||"Vekk Meg Opp"
||Sushi x Kobe
||if you had headphones,|
||the music would still play for you.|
||"Three Worlds: Music From Woolf Works / Mrs Dalloway: III. Mrs Dalloway: War Anthem"
||Three Worlds: Music From Woolf Works
||In the next room, traitors with knives are trying to cut the white stripes free of the other stained parts of the flag,|
||and in a moment you will have to go back in there and be the proud hero of shameful villains.|
||Kopfkino (Deluxe Edition)
||But not yet, not yet.|
||Eden weint im Grab
||"Der Exitus der Schlangen"
||You have time for at least one song.|
||"Tina (We Are Gold People)"
||Do you have headphones?|
||"Side by Side"
||Gods of Violence
||If they found out you were in here listening to a thrash-metal anthem against homophobia, they would phone CNN and tell them where the tapes are hidden.|
||The Sound Bee HD
||If they thought you had a weakness for tentative, melancholy yearning, they'd take everything away from you.|
||I'm not sure all of this stuff is even made by Americans.|
||MAN WITH A MISSION
||"Dead End in Tokyo"
||If they knew you were in here listening to music made by brown people, they'd reach for the pocket where they know you know they keep those pictures of you.|
||Acid Black Cherry
||All these songs betray you, and suggest not only that America is already great,|
||"A Little Picture"
||A Little Picture +3
||and that our greatness is stupendously un-unique,|
||Road Less Traveled
||but that the essence of our greatness is precisely the way in which it is not unique.|
||"Angel of Death"
||When this country was great, and when it will be great again after it has survived you,|
||No Blood, No Glory
||it is great because it transcends exactly the small-mindedness you exemplify.|
||Our founders understand, as you and your treasonous puppeteers deny, that we constructed a nation to instantiate a faith in human nature.|
||Literally nothing could be less American than "America First".|
||Mind Over Mirrors
||"To the Edges"
||Our America is not a cause, it is a result.|
||You cannot protect its greatness by isolating it, any more than you can protect your breath by wrapping your own head tightly in clingfilm.|
||Maybe the Vikings could have locked themselves away and guarded a purity we never had.|
||But what did they do? They got in fucking boats and went to see what people were like in the rest of the world.|
||Mustan Kuun Lapset
||And yes, sometimes they landed as invading berserkers, and burned most of what they found.|
||But they went home smelling of smoke and new spices, and formed better bands and invested in public schools. One can atone.|
||And you might as well, because you can encase the first mile of Texas in concrete reinfornced with taco-bowl shells, and bad hombres who speak Spanish and dance between than you will still pour in from every other direction.|
||You can't hire enough thought-police to file the umlauts and accents off of all the true words you never learned.|
||So, what if you stopped trying?|
||Umberto Maria Giardini
||What if you remembered that we became great precisely by being the place everybody could come?|
||What if you took off your shapeless clothes and went on your beloved TV and said "This land we have repeatedly desecrated and betrayed and threatened to spoil will now once again attempt to be the place where it is enough to be human."|
||What if you told the squalling racists that help was coming to rescue them from their tiny enclosed lives?|
||"Songs over Ruins I"
||Songs over Ruins
||What if you owned your American carnage, and let it go, and tried to do better?|
||Made For Broadway
||"All You Want Is Space"
||All these songs, do you really think you can ever not-hear all of them?|
||What if you had one moment to yourself, and headphones, and you played just one song, any song, that isn't for you or against you,|
||"Sixes and Sevens"
||that is furious or exultant about something you never tried to destroy.|
||What if this is that moment? What if this is the song?|