The Mattmosphere (bungkus)

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released January 1, 2016

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The Mattmosphere Sydney, Australia

The Mattmosphere is an award winning composer for screen and stage. He has composed sound for dance film, extreme Sports DVD’s, fine art/gallery installations and performing and performance from Darwin Festival and ImpulsTanz festival lounge Veinna.
Matt was a 2012 Artist in Residence sampling the National Film and Sound Archive in Canberra.

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Track Name: it's art i sew
to woah
and show
you know
the flow
these beats gon' kik kik kik it oh!

this place no race
just dreams you chase
in time and space
have you all a-glow

i'll chance this dance
maybe lance romance
even refinance
to advance my flow

my age no gauge
movement my sage
at home
on stage
it's art i sew
Track Name: (please darlin') say yes to this mess
mother vs mother
throwing husbands and sons at each other
fueling what could be smothered
fire with fire

the universe is water
and moves around those who don't falter
in their quest
to best
their quest
to best

but this is not a test against any outside snide remarks but the sparks that shoot flames in the organ of our brains
minds that hide and bind to our bodies
atrocities
Track Name: you are alone
it's distant
far in a way more consistent with, the lesser part of me
that could and can through empowered hands and jaded heart
but will not start, the fire upon fire in lovers to come. for some are too young to be burned,
not of the flesh but of the heart that might and could even in spite of the pain endured at the mercy of yours truly
-purely love.
with no snub on the cusp of dinner jackets, no trophy wives with smiles that scare childs of the real world
we swirl, curl our toes devoid of the woes our species shares yet dare we not to upset this mess
to reassess the chilling progress of separation happiness, i digress,
we are not blind, we see and we hear, our senses draw near, through tales of poverty we peer
a benchmark, they become, a far off "someone" who we can thank our god we are lucky to be distanced from
too little we know their woe depends on us, the snub of cusp. It's possibility, what shines through me
i bring... i sing...
no remedy more potent than the memory that i am you, you are me
our worlds differ through a lifetime of rituals and social structures
"keep the status quo" our mind mutters, though not under its breath, no,
to stand this test of time, to build truth of these lies we must shout
"let not the separation of the classes die out!!"
the growing fear shows in our public faith, for no man preaches so hard that which is fact
as that which is truth. that doth sooth the far away kingdom and bring peace to them is that
they can do nothing, what a tragedy it is to be, all with over-met needs, while those poor fools starve.
and why do they kill each other so, i hear asked through, a half cupcake in mouth & sipping a delicate wine glass
i do not see why one should die for what he said or she said and come to think of it, what an appalling red, maid!
bring me only the best, do not test what i will stand. the young girl scampers away, feigned dismay, at her masters request.
You do not own me!
are words that fail to form even in her head, let alone thrown with the swords of past dead that hang on the walls aside many an animal hide.
a trophy life of bragging rights good intention twisted through mis-intervention of social norms to form
atrocities that future generation will ignore,
leaving plenty a mistake to remake (and remake and remake..) on their fathers graves
we will through this life save no one. you were born alone son, and though you will love, bring life to this world and perhaps, perhaps, even take it
at all times you are restricted to this one conflicted ideal.
you. are. alone.
Track Name: bats (the only flying mammals)
bats use sound to find their food
and navi-
gate in the dark

they send out high frequency
clicks and list-
en to the
echos to locate their pray

these bat sounds are too high for
humans to hear
so scientists use bat detectors
to transpose the clicks to a lower frequency

dark

dark

dark

dark

dark

dark

they send out high frequency clicks, clicks, cli, clicks
echos to locate their prey

these bat sounds are too high for humans to hear
so scientists use bat detectors to transpose the clicks to a lower frequency
Track Name: nothing to say
when i lose enthusiasm for my words they
splutter to a stop
a car without petrol
distortionless hard rock

when i lose enthusiasm for my words
it's because they don't matter
they won't make any difference
no social construct will they shatter

the truth is i have nothing to say
but i'm a god and should be listened to
the truth is i have nothing to say
and there's nothing special about me anyway

when i lose my enthusiasm for my words the well dries up
sifting for gold, violent glows, fireflies in a refashioned jar cup
when i lose enthusiasm for my words
when i remember they need not be heard
it makes me replace time and space where i used to implement thought

the truth is i have nothing to say
but i'm a god and should be listened to anyway
the truth is i have nothing to say
and there's nothing special about me anyway

at the end of the day
it's the end of the day
and down many a long road i have walked
the answer that was blowing in the wind
brings no salvation my friend

and though everyone else calls me a man
a boy i probably will always be
scared of my own possibility
for pro-anti-humanity

the truth is i have nothing to say
but i'm a god and should be listened to
the truth is i have nothing to say
and there's nothing special about me anyway

the truth is i have nothing to say
but i'm a god and should be listened to
the truth is i have nothing to say
and there's nothing special about me anyway
Track Name: we consumed
we consumed until we got bored
we looked out the window
the towns passed by
the lives passed by
we grew increasingly insignificant
paled against faceless languages so close and yet so far
and in the end, all that was left, all that made sense, was the platypus that scurried into the undergrowth.