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The autopsy lasts long
05:54
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Cassettes with no voice
04:54
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PrometheusX4
01:26
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Eventually
03:16
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Eventually
The sun found him
Making little
Red boxes of tin
With a golden
Trellis of perfume
Future coffins
Of tears
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Fell to earth
05:08
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In the morning I will
03:10
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Απόκρισις
Μου λένε
πως πετάω στα σύννεφα,
μα δεν έχουν ιδέα
πώς πετάνε τα φύλλα
μεσημέρι στον ύπνο
πώς πετάνε μεσάνυχτα
τα βήματα
ενός ερωτευμένου
πώς πετάνε οι φόβοι
πάνω στα άγρια δεντρολίβανα
πώς πετάει το αύριο
στην θάλασσα
και φεύγει.
Λάθος.
Δεν πετάω στα σύννεφα.
Πατάω στα σύννεφα.
Response
They tell me
I fly in the clouds
They have no idea
How leaves fly
In our afternoon sleep
How a lover’s footsteps
Fly swiftly at midnight
How fears fly
Over the wild rosemary
How tomorrow flies
Over the sea
To vanish.
Wrong.
I don’t fly in the clouds.
I stand on the clouds.
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A centipede of memory
14:26
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A centipede of memory
There was a time when lives went around freely in cassettes. You put them in play and slept soundly, without anything unexpected for a whole hour. That’s why they were especially loved in the afternoons, next to the furnace, when dreams plead for something warm. Of course, people also took cassettes around in their cars. The give-and-take of life would happen in scary turns of the road, narrow passageways, ambiguous terminations – de-terminations. The cassette determined your mood.
What the fuck am I doing right now? Why am I in this hell hole? Wouldn’t it better if I’d stayed at home? Where you don’t know whether life exists or doesn’t because all is quiet and no cassettes are playing? Then I thought, such questions are best recorded in cassettes and sold in the streets, illegally, as if you’re an immigrant. Because, in any case, such questions are not allowed. They ruin the market of indifference. At least in the car, cassettes take over the space. You forget yourself and you might even lose your way. While on afternoons like this, next to the furnace, you don’t go anywhere, even if you follow some dream-worthy cassette trajectory. In any case, you know, you have to wake up and change sides. Sleeping on your back without moving has the face of a deathly eternity that scares the fuck out of me.
So thankfully, cassettes come to an end. Changing sides may help you find another road, even if your body refuses to get away from the furnace. Besides, it’s still afternoon. Soon, the market exchanges will stop. But really, does anybody care about your own homemade cassettes? It makes no sense. Anyone can easily record their own. How much does it cost to record an afternoon? How long can a man’s life last? What questions! In a 90-minute cassette you can ask everything – and more. You even have room for the dark remainder, the dregs from way under.
We all know how easily dust gathers on the head of a cassette. But dust never weighed heavily on anyone’s life. Every so often it’s a good idea to blow on the head, to get rid of the dust, to bring some clarity back, even if temporarily. We never said we’re all cleaned up or anything! You never get around it really, don’t even bother! Fuck it! We’re only talking about a head. When was it ever really clean? You know, the head is made of dust too, like everything else in the universe.
In any case, every cassette goes to hell. At some point, the machine chews up the tape and then, with total unnerving concentration, you have to pull it back out, slowly like you’re weaving, and spin it back to the beginning. With one cassette you get to rewind everything. A life in shambles, mangled and stepped on, returns to where it started and gets played anew.
Shake your fuckin’ head! What do you know about cassettes? When did you ever change sides to see what happens underneath? Stuck to a wall for your whole fuckin’ life!
Anyway, what the fuck are we listening to all afternoon? I don’t see how this song is ever going to change. It’s a loop. It comes and goes, dragging its ass on the ground. A centipede of memory. You want to make a turn and you just can’t. It’s this car too. It’s too far gone to go anywhere. Who cares about the cassettes! Cars with cassette players? What the fuck is that? You tell me this car is an antique, only no one wants it, so it’s a piece of shit!
Really, who the hell wants his life to be limited to 90 minutes like a soccer match? Wouldn’t you rather have silence, which can never be recorded? This way you don’t even need to change sides. You can lie down on your back forever, looking eternity in the face. So what if you hear nothing. So what if you are nothing to someone else’s ears.
After a billion years, it’s enough that your breath will be heard in some dark corner of the universe. No cassettes, no nothing. Don’t take for granted that right now the furnace is so sweet and you’ve been totally seduced to daydreaming. How easy it is for people to be seduced. A song is enough. It makes them forget everything. Or remember things that didn’t happen.
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Lies have long legs
03:28
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Aesthetic...
00:42
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Cancer Bow
01:10
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Perfect Stooges
01:59
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Pyramid Coil
01:48
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Ummah Ground
01:50
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The Internal Panther
04:04
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Smoking the herring
01:47
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Lost Membrane
02:38
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Waltz with a bat
02:00
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...Anesthetic
03:38
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Count G New York, New York
Count G is Stathis Gourgouris in his musical life. His world rebounds between New York and Athens.
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