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20Twenty Hindsight

by Tality

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Michaelwhereru This music is Keat's negative capability hiding under the blankets from a world gone wrong. Pandemic noir that is uncomfortably constrained, I feel these songs crawling inside me like a welcomed parasite. Yes!
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unfolded unfurled you wanna roll it right up A map of the world unfolded unfurled Rolled out with palms flat on the kitchen table So much blue out there Space on space dots between dots Stretched and stretched, empty canvas Strikes the right chord, the right frame Page upon page next to classified page. It’s wrinkled Perennial bulbs in waiting for Spring The Monarch descends, there’s an aching nature to it all There is an aching Nature to it all Can you endure? We are surrounded Surrounded by giants ours is a small thing. argent and black travelers man the pieces placed and replaced in each instance with sense of purpose naked urgency lazing around the place ancestral immediacy something inside imprinted with the design Go down there wandering, wandering all alone Strings pull taut and unforgiving guiding us grudgingly all along My whiskers she whispered tickled her cheek fingers caressed drift off to sleep learning to love her without condition came into her own true welcome fruition make it my place to make it my own this little piece of earth will be our new home Let the contracts all expire step on the gas ‘til the tank gets full abandon it where it ends abandon it out west
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Place your wages Well Wrap your arms around it Let the moonlight in Like the pot calls the kettle black Throwing stones at a house of glass Count the chickens before they hatch Place all your eggs in one basket I go through spells where all is well Yours is a sickness you yourself have made Nothing left here for the one who walked away No Halleluia No Expectations No Jubilation No Choir of Angels
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pill box crickets all clad in leather early residue blade of grass kept a heavy measure up in your head good for something someday Left for dead recollect her Pleasure Photograph west end canal phonograph seventy-eights dusted off In berlin dusk birthday had at war-time-flats south side slopes tired tongues afternoon kitchen mysteries thousand angels on a dinosaur egg cold war salty tear history jagged tendril fragile memory paint in layers rings of a maple tree victorian turn of the century victrola rings around cobblestones fountains keep their wishes well reverberate the timeless thome thin layers peeled back one by one man on a horse woman in a cave prepare the ruiner for the ruination that’s one determined horse underwhelming folly pulling up the rear I will follow you wherever you may go won’t go too fast We’ll just take it slow
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warts&all 03:58
Particle board work bench tool shed shelves bowed with age like a slice of watermelon, like a knowing grin, like a sideways smile. Country mile Tin can laid down rusted crowbar oak handled sickle hangs from above near the clippers and the lead pipes I need help with my self Despite myself I need help with my self esteem I need help with my self loathing I need help with my self I need help with my by myself I need help with my selflessness I need help with my self Motivation Actually zation Selfishness Self loathing
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We got time I had a dream last night we had the same dream bluewasyellowredwasgreen Was not intentional subliminal multi dimensional came in a stream broadcast out from some lush fruitful plant like a seed minor thirds flattened fifths teas and lemonades Onefourfivefour one made in the shade Psychedelic masquerade figure out the figures just to get paid leaves the remainder in the blades reds weren’t hot blues they weren’t cool no trick shots no fame of pool no deep end just a fool In his elapsed skin pill box hat
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the 20Twenty series were recorded by Tality remotely with real and fake instruments, shared files, shared visions, bouncing around northern Illinois throughout the doozy of a year we will remember as the weirdest one in our lifetimes so far, 2020.

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released February 7, 2021

All sounds created and written, but mostly improvised, by Tality over the year 2020 in and out of lockdown.
All words and cover art by Dark Walter

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