A Body In The Brush

by Plasticstatic

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1.
Inaction 06:44
My mind is my body's greatest threat, pushing toward destruction if I’m not there yet. All desire for change has been for nought. The ozone is filled with my perished thoughts. The sky is an ocean, and I have drowned. There's no place to breathe that I have found. The sky is an ocean, and I have drowned; anchored by inaction to this dead ground. Expectations are my open sores. My better dreams bleed out onto the floor; evaporating into mist, and floating away into the ether where they remain. The sky is an ocean, and I have drowned. There's no place to breathe that I have found. The sky is an ocean, and I have drowned; anchored by inaction to this dead ground.
2.
End To End 06:24
Blood in our veins, thoughts in our brains, bodies in chaos with atoms arranged… Pulses and waves, controllers and slaves… Everything's one, and yet none are the same. What was here at the start, before it all pulled apart — when there was no schism, and no division between science and art? We've been programmed, yet somehow demand answers to our thirst to know what came first: work? Or the worker's hands? End to end, break — don't bend. Fall apart and start again. Zeros and ones, or saliva and bones… Trillions of cells combined somehow feel alone. With eyes unpeeled, what if the big reveal is the masterstroke of an endless joke: our lives were never real? End to end, break — don't bend. Fall apart and start again.
3.
Hours are excercise for the will to stay alive; from the countless ticking of the hands, to the falling granules of the sand. All the while, uncertainty of what could bring some joy to me keeps me frozen in my place with the same dead look upon my face. The books, the films, the sounds, the sights used to fill me with delight. Imagination knew no end; now boredom weighs me down again. Someone deceased that I once read wrote "There's something to be said for being dead", but I don't know. If the dead could speak, would he still say so? I wish a force would tear the sky, and drown the earth in burning light. I need to know what lies beyond the earth, the cup, the sword, the wand. I wish a force would tear the sky, and penetrate my covered eyes with blinding, piercing, burning light, and gift me with the truest sight. Knowledge is more powerful than money. Knowledge is more valuable than power. Knowledge is the key to unlock all this and more, though it can change the taste from sweet to sour.
4.
Remain 04:49
The deepest layer of your person seats a core that absorbs blame. When you stray from your idea of perfection, it binds itself in chains while a different you remains. You remain. In the moments of your trials, I wish I'd been there to say: “It's fine to feel down and to fall, but please don't go away. Please don't go away. Please remain.”
5.
Lost Again 04:37
At the birth of the day, my perspective bends with the rising sun as the silver moon descends. I’m getting lost in the woods, the forest of my mind has overgrown the memories and tangled thought in kind. At the birth of the night, the sun's dying rays scatter through branches and instantly fade. The dark takes its place and slowly starts to climb; an inky jet sea that rises with time. Black blanket covers earth. It's impossible to know if my eyes are open, or how long they’ve been closed. I look to the heavens in hope to find my bearing. Isolation is taxing, and the confusion is wearing. I imagine you standing under these same stars, and their light would draw me forward to lead me where you are. The sun would fully rise as the darkness shrinks away, and we'd hold each other tightly to herald a new day. I am lost again; without you I'm nowhere: no place to call home, and no life left to share.
6.
Winter is approaching, and with it comes the snow as many creatures tunnel earth to hide themselves below to live another season, to carry out their tasks. But, coming up another year may be too much to ask. The bees have their honey; the locusts have the leaves. Earthworms have the dirt, but the dirt, it has me. Spring will someday follow, but something that I know is that not everything can outlast this year's snow. The insects shall return, the grass may see new birth, but it will take a special rain to pull me from the earth. The bees have their honey; the locusts have the leaves. Earthworms have the dirt, but the dirt, it has me.
7.
I bathed myself in milk, and dried in the moon's rays. Then I went out walking to the city where you stay. I stood outside your window until you fell asleep, and tapped at the frame to bring you out to me. You rose very slowly and found me there outside. Without a single word we began to take our stride. We travelled in the moonlight with a special route in mind. Trudging through the blueish snow, our bodies were aligned. We were walking in the snow, but things took a turn. We were just outside the city. Only you returned. Only you returned. My skin looked so beautiful covered with glistening ice, lying there for hours just below your empty eyes. Shortly before sunrise, your matter disappeared. My frozen lips couldn't beg you not to leave me here. We were walking in the snow, but things took a turn. We were just outside the city. Only you returned. Only you returned. Only you returned.
8.
Two Minds 05:20
The idea is not human; it spun its own cocoon deep inside my mind like the scab over a wound: emerging much later as a different kind of thought, leading me to a stranger path than the one that I was taught. A purpose so inspiring now fills me full of dread. A desire that once pushed me now pulls me down instead. What happened to the old me when the new form took control? Did it decompose in time, or slip inside some hole? It's laughable, metamorphical, not human, less than animal... It wraps me up inside. It's laughable, metamorphical, not human, less than animal... It takes shape behind my eyes. It's laughable, metamorphical, not human, less than animal... It spreads wings and it flies. It's laughable, metamorphical, not human, less than animal... I remain, and I die.
9.
Sanctuary 02:56
Nail me to the earth, one soul, one blood, feeding the forest with my life. Vines twisting above me-- a canopy of fractured starlight over my troubled mind. Populating the forest with poetry and memories, I crawl out of my body, bury my old self under the leaves, and walk away new from my sanctuary.
10.
Too much to think leads to senility, creating new trails in the forest of the mind; losing the way home with no trace of footprints — a body in the brush that no one shall find. I marked myself and left a stain. I marked myself and felt the change, so as not to be lost in the folds of my mind; so as not to be lost in the syntax of our time. The scent of burning brush fills my nostrils. The air is too thick, but it's sweet just the same. I've lost my way home, with no sense of self, a body in the brush that hasn't a name. I marked myself with a secret word. I marked myself; I'm now defined, so as not to be lost among the guilty; so as not to be lost in the syntax of our time.

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Please listen loudly through large stereo speakers. This music can be enjoyed through headphones, but it is intended to be felt as well as heard.

A Body In The Brush is the second album in a trilogy. The first of the three albums, 2017's Some Strange Alchemy, used the span of a life as its central framework. This album uses the seasons of Autumn and Winter. As a result, it is more cold, skeletal, and brittle than both its predecessor and the album that will eventually follow it.

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released December 21, 2020

Written and recorded by Keisha and Ryan T. Winn

Mixed by Ryan T. Winn

Mastered by Robert Furtkamp

Album art by Ryan T. Winn

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Plasticstatic started in 1997. Their newest album, A Body In The Brush, was released on December 21, 2020.

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