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a collaboration with <a href="http://tiffanyandthecurls.com">Tiffany Cornell</a>. Live version can be found here:

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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.

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from The Mattmosphere (bungkus), released January 1, 2016
<a href="http://tiffanyandthecurls.com">Tiffany Cornell</a> - backing vocals
composition and lyrics - The Mattmosphere

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The Mattmosphere Sydney, Australia

m@ works across Pacific-Asia as a choreographer, composer and more. His music is world-building, intimate and transportive - the choreographers' efforts sublimed - engulfing and inconspicuous.

He has composed award winning sound for stage, film, extreme Sports DVD’s, gallery installations, podcasts and more.

m@ is also the founder of Wombat Radio.

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