1. |
FLies in the Marketplace
03:00
|
|||
|
Where your solitude ends there the market begins
the noise of great actors and poisonous flies
where greatness is flattened to powerpoint slides
and solemn announcers auction of effects on the side
flies in the market place
i wanna be like gasoline to your self-immolation lust
i wanna coax lordotic moves with every sanguinary thrust
your moxie smacks of pure rejection
two-dimensional ars projection
desire caged by self-reflection
flies in the marketplace
these great presenters
on a hall of shallow fountains
while true inventors are climbing mountains
against the wishes of pale lamenters
defenestrators
of consequential rathers
of cheerleaders and their lathers
concealing the true creators
flies in the marketplace
i wanna be like gasoline to you self-immolation drive
smother you with longing looks until the thought of me is all that survives
the market's filled with solemn jesters
and they demand their yes-no gestures
are there no longer deep-water testers?
flies in the marketplace
|
||||
2. |
Bloodwriting
03:47
|
|||
|
Whoever writes in blood
Whoever speaks in aphorisms
Doesn’t merely want to be read
They wanna be learnt by heart
Whoever blogs in platitudes
Whoever shuns contrary attitudes
Writes in water, writers in mist
This web of shallow souls is waiting for a fist
Reading and writing
Should be like thunder and lightening
A sign of great forces
High mountains and deep river courses
Reading and writing
Should summon budding and blighting
A dancing of Goddesses
A laughing , a breaking of promises
we love life
because we are good at loving
not because we are good at living
that’s the reason for writing and reading
It is no easy task
To understand strange blood
Idle readers pass them by
Hate the ancient pools in which they lie
Can you even call them literate?
Reading in circles they consume the words they spew
Mundane opinions volleyed back and forth by fools
They’re just stones skipping ‘cross the surface of deep pools
Reading and writing
Should be like thunder and lightening
A sign of great forces
High mountains and deep river courses
Reading and writing
Should summon budding and blighting
A laughing of deities
A dancing , a speaking of heresies
we love life
because we are good at loving
not because we are good at living
that’s the reason for writing and reading
|
||||
3. |
She Becomes
05:03
|
|||
|
She becomes
She becomes
Angels ascending
She becomes
A Maenad rending
She becomes
A siren’s call
She becomes, She becomes
Persona like quicksilver
To a new world she conforms
Body twists while Eros’ pilfers
A new thing of beauty forms
Might squander truths at the beginning
But new truths rise with every sun
Even ice cold she’s stream-winning
She’s just hiding from the sun
She’s watching
And learning
Gestating
And turning
She becomes
A youth who’s dreaming
She becomes
A floating world in fall
She becomes
A technicolor beaming
She becomes
She becomes
her mind is like quicksilver
her white thighs flashing in the sun
gives me the Heraclitus shivers
to see these rabbits on the run
is someone speaking backwards
what helter-skelter is the cause
that I can’t find the words I’m after
So maybe just because
Maybe just because
Maybe just because
So she’s watching
And learning
Gestating
And turning
She becomes
An ancient story
She becomes
A forgotten fall
She becomes
Tripping in her Glory
She becomes, She becomes
Her body like quicksilver
Your passion barely stands it
With so much to commend it
And nothing to command it
Might squander truths at the beginning
But new truths rise with every sun
Even ice cold she’s stream-winning
She’s just hiding from the sun
|
||||
4. |
Virtue and Passion
02:01
|
|||
|
let your virtue be too exalted
for the familiarity of names
and let it be something you share with no one
speak reluctantly but without shame
you called your passion evil
but your virtues sprang from this earth
and whether red black blue or yellow
your angels dont come from a virgin birth
fanatic or vindicative
testy or voluptuous
all passions turn to virtues
as devils turn to us
if you give a name to your virtue
then you share it with a hungry herd
and you’ll turn into a heart collector
sharing virtues that are only words
fanatic or vindicative
testy or voluptuous
all passions turn to virtues
as devils turn to us
|
||||
5. |
The Afterworldly
05:41
|
|||
|
do you cast your fancy beyond man
smoke and mirrors do you understand
this world to be all suffereing
to be offset at this world's end
think you'll find your reward in the next world
that's the solace of imbeciles and those that can't dance
thats why i pity the afterworldly
their consolation looks hollow to my eyes
join me in my pity for the afterworldly
and your soul will truly rise
do you think you're bein watched by an angry ghost
whose stokin the fires in which your soul will roast
instead burn past offenses and don't forget
smoke and ashes will never hold you back
take your regrets and all slights to the mountaintop
and burn them in a fire all your own
then you will pity the afterworldly
their chants will ring hollow in your ears
join me in my pity for the afterworldly
and trade away your mortal fears, trade away your childhood fears
do other peoples grinning make you grind your teeth
id rather you be sinning for your own relief
stop watching other's dancing turn your critic in
cause living through your neighbor's the original sin
think your savior needs your help fighting the wicked?
then you forget the son is a fiery star
thats why i pity the afterworldly
their "shalt nots" they make me pinch my nose
join me in my pity for the afterworldly
and the living spirit flows
honest and pure speaks the healthy body
red and erect against the pull of earth
stark contrast to the solace of the afterworldly
trading faith in death for birth
you'll find more truth in the earth and body
the here and now is pregnant with their gifts
your dancing body shows compassion to the afterworldly
for every time it falls it lifts
and rises to my kiss
|
||||
6. |
Haven't changed at all
02:02
|
|||
|
you're still that little boy that's drawing pictures
a busker in a world of sidewalk-fixtures
the concrete in your brow deflects the insults of the here and now
a steady rock while we've been scribing scriptures
you haven't changed at all
old friends have slowly moved to higher climes
they're ever distant from old times
the playgrounds of their youth have crumbled from disuse
still you keep swinging singing childhood rhymes
you haven't changed at all
|
||||
7. |
Slip Away
03:38
|
|||
|
how long the sleepy planets
can spiral without collapsing
how long the wondertwins
can waltz to the wrong conclusion
how many unanswered questions
can you roll in your mouth like hard candy
on the wall it used to say
"look if you like you cannot escape the leap"
the wondertwins take many forms
of prairie voles in ice-cube storms
ahundred boy-girl metaphors
this the liaison that can save the world
the planets move without a soundtrack
like the bustling shoulders downtown
there is a force that repels at small distances
lubricates the sidewalks and their dialogues
like recent expeditions
that have lost their way in dance clubs
and experiments with falling
that have left me gravity shy
|
||||
8. |
Still You Rise
02:33
|
|||
|
where do you begin
is it at the skin
or is it in the reach
of your familiar's ken
extended and extensive
intending and intensive
you choose to rise above
you choose a lonely love
you go above an beyond them
but the higher you rise
the smaller you become
in envy's eyes
and the one they hate the most
is the one who flies
but still you rise
fogotten friends are calling
shed them like a skin
all life is at the surface
a wooden heart within
florescence at the margins
the edge of chaos rules
all your conservative postions
just the reverie of fools
|
||||
dipp jonz Tempe, Arizona
dipp staffed punk rock, lofi and alt-dujour bands throughout his prolonged adolescence. Markets soured the muses, and a different path was taken. But green thoughts sleep furiously, and when they awaken they demand an audience. Thirteen years in the wilderness, and dipp jonz has returned to sing of self-overcoming, of love most biological, of destinies that are not given but must be earned. ... more
If you like dipp jonz, you may also like:
Goodbye, Cagoule World
by Benjamin Shaw
Benjamin Shaw isn't all Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now, there's also beauty, noise, and a shoulder to lean on.
go to album
Riveting, atmospheric pop songs with shivery hooks that manage to be warm and ghostly all at once.
go to album
Nevermine (EP)
by caroline lazar
Delicate, minimal, spacious folk with a shadowy edge from a young Miami singer-songwriter.
go to album
Guitar-wielding duo from Queens, New York, drop atmospheric debut LP, recorded in an ex-bowling alley under a cafe.
go to album
featured on Bandcamp Radio Apr 22, 2014
go to album
Dreamy indie rock a la Duster/Sparklehorse with interesting with dynamic shifts and subtle hooks to keep things moving along.
go to album
Walk Thru Me
by The Folk Implosion
Lou Barlow & John Davis return as Folk Implosion, with 10 more songs that are sweetly tuneful.
go to album
