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Alien Architect: Arteria: Lyrics
All lyrics written by Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher
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*TRACK 1: Intro-->Arteria:
V.
Spit art
coming out
straight
from an ARTery,
saliva,
he who hath say'th he is stupid retarded
looks like getting smart to the
deep see diver,
underscoring see level
dumbing down for the market place acquisition
manipulating various varying variable
social objects marked down for a sale
his experimental examination hath failed
such a waste
oddly to even speak of this trashy treasure gold mind
is a waste of one' time
speechless, a mime,
gesturing imaginary walls climbs over water with nothing to hold onto, holding onto one's seat and babysits
old schooled, new schooled, home schooled, publicity schooled, cool kid,
cooled by revolving fan,
intermediated by holy screen,
who rhythmically poets over beats,
beaten dress up half maskings,
asking tricks or treats compositing at one's feet,
composed of little piggies toe to toe,
who's homes had had been blowed by wolves,
down boys at the heal,
echoing eco egocentrically if the wight of the world pulls with such polarity
as to arch after the soul
that wasted one's time
speaking of bow flex archery
building arcs
for two of a kind animalistic creatures,
created by the creator,
created by the man's mind's manners,
manning up, up, up, and away into the break of dawn
cleanser containment,
drooling, breaking down dirty dancing steps imprinted in foot,
upon a dimensia of plane, line, and point, and pointing all ways in all ways,
daunting, taking in or leaving as if sizing up new feats were not
fair
enough
is enough,
to this the tricky treated mime deep see diver
CON-fused,
the fusion of that of which seemingly contradicts one seamlessly
salivates analogous to an ARTery,
coming out
crooked,
deriving the art
of spit
VOICE at end: I know whole groups of men that are literally prince charmings, prince charmings untill I listen to their wives stories, in other words they're prince charmings to the world, they're prince charmings to the eyes of other people, and god forbid, you don't ever wanna find out what they're doing in their own homes, monsters, they could be the most beautiful people to everybody else, to every tom dick and harry, to a telephone operator, or a toll collector in a tunnel, and they can be monsters with the people that are closest to them.......with the poeple that closest to them....................
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*TRACK 2: This/That:
Chorus:
A this
posing as a that
A that
posing as a this
this is a that posing as a this
that is a this posing as a that
posing as each other
and posing as each other posing as each other
and posing each other
apposing each other,
you can get with this or you can get with that or you can get with us
V.1
Remember the A-corn, live life, don't write, we had an unspoken confidentiality agreement, its no wonder we fell short of how far we had fallen
at their presence
we were something else
unapplicable to our surrounding area crews
dividing people like me from you and the like,
say the right things, laugh, smile on cue,
love the attention but pretend i'm loving you,
speak to one person who whispers down the lane
and word has bonded the whole group
i used to
think is was a matter of representing the whole truth
but its about connecting the dots from people like me to people like you and the like and back to specific once i have your attention, displaced reactionary passive agression, hidden betwixt and beneath co-dependance,
entertaining the ignorance of othered people,
he constantly interrupts his own thoughts about what he is currently thinking
and shrinking at the thought
leading to another shadow self
disengaged
CHORUS
V.2
Different, silent, quiet when he's alone,
and mean when he's with his own,
its cool to be hardened by life,
conflicting stories,
love and strife,
charismatic status,
its better to separate my self from you
than to argue
for the rest of my life
i left the city
then i came back
only to want to leave again
i love to feel the way i feel with you minus the guilt, pure innocence,
war art, this art of war attacks people's weaknesses,
polite political party people gather around,
lets see who the best and who the weakest is,
redefine success, there is nothing wrong with doing well,
you are not my lover nor god, no need to confess,
and the way that we express, we always skip stops
we fell on the right track but on the wrong train,
no need to complain,
it does no raise your interest rates,
"eyes up here" she says, "look at my face"
but even looking there is judging her based on her physical state (paranoid)
Chorus
outtro: move on move one...........
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*TRACK 3: Not Never:
Chorus:
and it don't stop
not never
it never ever will
and it dont
wont
stop
it never ever will
(don't stop, won't stop)
VERSE 1:
a method actor
who got carried away
playing the role of psycho path
the devil's advocate
and i advocate
everything
i'm with you all
one and all
we are all
one in the same
we're all one
check it out
i am just the number one
son of a gun
just like you
i'm something like you
who knew
time flew away
mind you, a day
ago
a flow
display
conveyed
convex
go figure
from the ground up reversal
i speak in circles
with circular arguments
yeah
CHORUS
VERSE 2:
its so ingenuine
just the same words
over and over
its just a method
it is so hectic
the scheduling
and this work is busy
its all busy work
now we're dull boys
cus we have no play
in the playground
love
i am grounded in play
and the l.o.v.e
in the place to be
pretended to be an mc
if you wanna be
then you're a wanna be
(uh)
spice up your life
here it goes again
i will rock it on the mic
every time that i lie
just a method actor
and the whole world is but a stage
CHORUS
VERSE 3:
we blew each other's covers,
now we are open books,
single bound,
blank pages of nothings underlined,
unruled,
reading between the lines,
though there is nothing to read into towards the end,
yet name, school, grade, and measurement are surmounted upon our front
cover,
my nominal value on masking tape,
tapering off from co authors who wrote beginnings now lost in time and space and happenings,
fragmented,
to being two beings in the middle of the end, writing spin offs,
my me mine a marble note book,
with notes of adolescence and society towards its front
cover
drawing an unclear picture i am told looks like me even closer to that front,
cover,
covering "Closure," The Truth's song now behind my back with lost marbles, mistooken "for" stucko,
sandwhiching in "for" with inventive rhetoric,
sealing what we once reached for,
the secret too soon,
reading the end first for a second,
then speed reading through the rest and getting into it,
in and of its
self,
you,
me,
i,
and i,
we were it and it is based upon a true story twice removed
which could not be further from the truth,
a fictitious piece of work,
dragging on one too long winded,
winding up under cover.....
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*TRACK 4: When I Ask Them to:
v. 1
you approached me with pretention
and i responded with the same like the answer to a silly question
and we did this for years
and i saw my self as what you saw me as
and what we used to do was cool
but it rejected, neglected the world on its own accord
and i had to branch out without my own accord or yours
judgmental, judging the mentals of othered peoples problematic tendencies
in accordance to coordinates, coordinated to and with
one's owned perspectives internal attribution error,
consistant and cohesive
as to shy
away from dissonance felt
chorus: everybody leaves me, everybody goes away, everybody leaves me, leaves me, when i ask them to
v. 2
concieving my unconscious automatic processes is maladaptive, im already prewired, and this meta analysis is building callouses, undesired, i've admired introspection for so long, where did i go wrong, was it all just a response
to the downfall of those who have gone from keeping it real to hiding behind a guard up to be the most strong, issues with masculinity unresolved, we creat problems, just so we can dominate and say we were the ones who solved it but its just implicit egotism and the supposed male principle of dividing the whole, only to conquer and put it back together and we call just being unbecoming like its a bad thing, (its all competition)
chorus
v. 3
i can't relate with you, can you comfort me, there is no one else, i have no one else, i have no one
we weren't close, i just allowed you to disempower me as if thinking you the expert, desperately seeking your advice
he, what he once thought unworthy, just as she and just as they had to there's before they were them, they were, and are...
we blew each other's covers,
now we are open books,
single bound,
blank pages of nothings underlined,
unruled,
reading between the lines,
though there is nothing to read into towards the end,
yet name, school, grade, and measurement are surmounted upon our front
cover,
my nominal value on masking tape,
tapering off from co authors who wrote beginnings now lost in time and space and happenings,
fragmented,
to being two beings in the middle of the end, writing spin offs,
my me mine a marble note book,
with notes of adolescence and society towards its front
cover
drawing an unclear picture i am told looks like me even closer to that front,
cover,
covering "Closure," The Truth's song now behind my back with lost marbles, mistooken "for" stucko,
sandwhiching in "for" with inventive rhetoric,
sealing what we once reached for,
the secret too soon,
reading the end first for a second,
then speed reading through the rest and getting into it,
in and of its
self,
you,
me,
i,
and i,
we were it and it is based upon a true story twice removed
which could not be further from the truth,
a fictitious piece of work,
dragging on one too long winded,
winding up under cover.....
Chorus
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*TRACK 5: Inherently Flawed:
VERSE 1:
everybody's failed but we're doing the best we can
because we're still alive
and your gone
and the reason your gone
is because of the thing that i wanted to do
that also failed
and is also gone
and he wanted me to be another thing
and by the time i finally did it
he became what i was
everybody's having so much fun
and i used to
until i realized
i was trying to be somebody else
and your having so much fun
but i know that your trying to be somebody else
from who i ever knew
and everybody want to have fun
and everybody wants to smoke
and everybody wants to drink
and everybody wants to get fucked up dude
and everybody wants to fuck
and everybody wants to fuck
or have really cheezy families
that feel really awkward to be around
and i'm living the high life
the revolution will not be televised
yet alone happen at all
outside of catering to conscious fantasy land
everyone has failed
and it is all a sham
nobody really cares about anything
but their own lives and the way that they look
(limited altruism
competitive altruism
look at me now
with all of my flaws)
CHORUS
my sad sad face
would like to smile again
but im so hurt ill never laugh again
VERSE 2
all schisms, isms, dogmas, and religions are flawed,
including atheism,
this one,
and my own judgmental mind
its curtains for me
i have no right to rhyme
yet alone exist on this planet
the alien architect
thriving
surviving
off of your whim
everywhere he goes
isn't good enough for him
for each discounts that which it isn't
in and out groups
in and out of the loops
self vs. other
he laughs and smiles on cue
and everyone finds a mate within their class and range
physical attributes
compatibility
and so forth
for reasons
why
cognitions are dissonant
she the first cut
deep to the shallow
nothing ever lasts
until you become boring and decide that that is what you want
and i've spent years trying to make what i wanted as a teenager come true
and i am not a teenager anymore
and where are they now
if it comes across as insincere
that's because it is
i wonder how
many concerns
we would bring up
if we didn't have people
that hold power over us
in our lives
CHORUS
VERSE 3
speaking in doubles
double O Devin
undercover spy
p-h-i double l-y
"do you hate her cus she's pieces of you?"
nope
i have no idea what your talking about
and its best that way
manning up and away
from those he loves
for that big promotion
sometimes
i feel the vibe
that you guys
hate the shit out of me
and it hurts my feelings
i wasn't feeling the vibe
but it was time to perform
so i did it anyway
and felt shitty afterwards
everything about it felt hoaky and stupid
sometimes you have to suck a lot of dicks
that you don't wanna suck
to get to the pussy that you wanna fuck
is the way i see it
curse cursing
don't be so eager
you don't have to do that to please him
cus you are too beautiful
i liked what you were saying but not how, no why, you said it
cus it defeats its purpose
and he thinks that thats the way to do it
what you enjoy kills me
and i hate it here
and i know you do too
night life or art
what did i originally want from the start
and death did us apart
CHORUS
VERSE 4:
i don't belong to this world
switch it up
depending on where you are
whilst dodging cameras
unless you so choose to hold on to your
cohesive
identifiable
identity
identical to those remembered
and most likely in the future
keep it together
conserve
laughing and smiling on cue
occasioned by you
setting social scripts with regard to where we find our selves
redundant as to clarify
is to foreshadow
what has already developed ahead of your time
you make me sick
vomiting stupidly
with idiotic and moronic tendencies
and they say i'm a fuck and they're right
feed the buzz
plus who can you trust
when there's
too many mc's
not enough mics
is the belief
which is believable and fun et al
amidst your own i.e.
that there are plenty of mics to go around
but that money
and/or
connects
bring differing qualities of mics and prestige
affiliations
affirmations
as proof of what so ever and ever you already are
an ideal self
proven or actualized
by ways of evidence
to those who don't believe in you
CHORUS
(catering requests, relationship, this is pschoanalysis, inherently flawed, confabulating truths and distorting them, i see what i saw, he died and she died and he died......)
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*TRACK 6: Hangman:
intro verse:
Hangman sysagy: at least three celestial bodies in alignment,
i told him i would use it, i could have looked up,
but instead perhaps i went wrong, (check it out)
11:30 French,
such a mensch,
guitar lines, beats boxing, cyphers and rhyme readings, effects, filters synonymous, ominous, prominent figures, i'm leaving
to persue her new, shhhh.......
wait,
don't hesitate,
it won't set 'em straight,
levitate, whatever do you mean, leviathan,
don't say nothing,
good listener, a shoulder to cry on,
but what if i'm wrong, pressed for time and repressed,
less is more
except for when you aren't present, in essence what i mean is no biggy,
platonic demonic devices, vices, busy bodies, cracked up to be off the rocker of rocking musical that cannot occupy the same space at the same time,
grime, sut, mayhem, awkward positions, self fulfilled, prophetic,
all encompassing, booming grannies, and babies, lazy, unhanded,
hot potatoes on the couch,
boob tubes and lonely
verse 1:
even microphones get rduced to solid gold which get represented by pieces of paper which are meaningless on their own,
and the original is forgotten,
only copies remain, and rhythm and poets are rapping the exact same but the rules of the game were made to be broken, at least im hoping, sh..., once again i;ve chosen DEVINity, an adjective of my name, simple and plain, i'm coming up with tools of my trade like recycling spit cuz its good for the evironment, and, fixing and mixing, lyrics i'm trash picking that came from, anti-rhythm, no, a-rhythmic, a-mature, free form, ideologies, you don't follow me, understood, well good, think about it with
metacognition, i'm spittin a hint at the glimpse of the gist of the mist, rhetoric, flowery language, nothing and everything, vocab, i go grab, the microphone and stab my self cuz i've lost it, and i've been wasting my time being a sore loser just fiending for the mic, an addicted inner conflicted user and abuser of short hands for misconception, stressin what need not be agreed upon, going off of what is going on
spawns a warm embrace and leaves space
cuz when you define it, your making it definite, the finite, as apposed to indefinite, possible boundless, the sound of the soundless, shapeless, this is the great shift, passed the past into the gates of infinity, within free is found the space ship that will take "taking the chance of taking this stance im taking it" beyond a hook hooked on phonics to the plans which are out of this world, alien to it but affluent in its ways and influenced by them through the alienated eyes of the beholder proposed by the alien architect, NOW, knowing how, as apposed to knowing what
ought
be done
fun is to be had by all
situations hairy and balled
the so called and called out
extra extra extraneous abundancy
read all about it
perception of fit
mental maps
walking on water
running laps
but you cant keep running away
from the grand master plan
sam i am a ham
egged on
by green envy of the men we
are seemingly supposed to be
sons of guns
where did we learn it from (scene)
V.2
I'm on that mainstream of conscious flow
swimming through chemical compounds, h20
liquid, im livid, i should be committed, im crazy,
maybe
im indecisive, self richeous, i might just
break it all down
down to its lowest common denominator till nothing more needs to be said,
im dead
serious
delirious
with blurred vision
a hip hop head on collision
a statistician
fishing
for compliments
a conglomerate
putting it all together
a playground
grounded in play
with mood swings that
change with the weather
and better for it
exploring
a nympho for the info of salient foreign
social objects
dont box me in boxes
i rhyme to the rhythm of the clock ticks
blast off like rockets
while of some of you guys still rap obnoxious
im making progress with the prospects of my projects
i've got options
that i'm picking
i dig in
within
this win win
situation situated in
my state of nature
in which to state your
purpose
does it a disservice
maiming it worthless
none of this is on purpose
motivated by unconscious urges
surges
of adrenaline
i'm like pesky kids meddling
cuz "everyone wears the mask but how long will it last"
not so fast
where are you going
where are we going with this
bare witness
this is bigger than the business
V.3
It's like im crazy on the microphone
but sane when you meet me in person
particularly if you know me well
which may never happen if our personas don't jell
wishing you will
wish me well
dropping nick names
nicks, dimes, quarters, and change
that i fished for in the fountain of youth,
that predated my date with the clues
that you should get in exchange for the exchange
that they will pick up from whense where you left off hand
do you know how to get back from whense you came
to there, where they say we should not go,
they are green with envious inclination, i would rather recline
off the handy man's hands
that feeds the little birdies that told my minds
made up me to hear what you are saying
but to not to listen to who you think you are
barred
from the point of no return deserves another
now and then
to feel around
a rounded
dead object
objective to this associative interconnected networking
of crazies on the microphone
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*TRACK 6: Our Own Little World:
Verse:
speaking
kissing
listening
hugging
laughing
kuddling
napping
sleeping
dreaming
leaving
little by little
alone
together
we wither
away
decay
amidst times that fade
sooner or later
why do i hesitate
one day
we will both die
Chorus:
why are you being so nice to me
why are you being so nice to me
in out own little world
i feel you slipping away
Verse
Chorus
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*TRACK 7: In And Out Of Existence:
v.1
his heart was stolen
he roamed heartless
partial to patriarchal
settings
getting
farthest
from the fact
that that
is this
and vic a versa
the observer is observed
and, but of course,
coerced
behind closed doors,
locked, non responsive
to hard knocks
the watch is
clearly merely
a schedule meter
now he's a wanna be mind reader
confabulating truths
checking in ones and two's
with circular arguments,
no, riddles and queries,
theories of the guilty which can never be proven,
i've seen the benefit of the doubt in which one moves in
such that all
are innocent
bystanders
good by standards within a reasonable doubt
such that the loud moth is hushed
implicit egotism and lust
set free from maya
or so at first believed to be but not
rather on a higher
dimensional plane
of existential formulaics
due to postulates of head rushes to the end, i hate to say it
but take it
as it comes and goes
in and out of existence
chorus:
in and out of existence
in and out of in and out groups
in and out of the loops
v.2
freeze
duel processes
for better or for worse
interjected
inspected
and evaluated by means
of a non communicative
synonymous nature
of awareness
amongst the ambiguities
that are resulting from
the attributing to
stems of
dissonance of
cognitions
due to inconsistent self perceptions across varying situational contexts,
self images acquired through observational studies
of one's public displays of behaviourisms
internalized and misconstrued with internal affairs
truth or dare?
i dare you to tell the truth
cuz
truth is in a liar prior to being inspired
i;ve hypothesized sucker mc's calling me sire
and realizedm spitting through the wire,
that i'm
a king without a crown
or even being called a king at all
cuz, whats in a name
so lets freak the bleak
and just roll with it
go it with it
as it comes and goes
in and out of existence
CHORUS
V2
I was in when being in was getting in with the out group
i came out before branching out
from the family tree
rooted on the undergrounds
of the burial grounds
watered down
familiar to my me,
cultivated
gathering sticks that bore bearings
fruits of labor in due time
dated witnesses
needless to say
what is hard to tell
inklings of silent pens
timed and placed
their fruitfullness hanging upon their every word
pleasing for you to come in
out going
out sourcing
citing sources
in and out of existence
in and out of in and out groups
grouping dotted delinneations
in line
for diplomas
diplomats
caucus mounting
double entendres
their fruitfullness hanging upon their every word
pleasing for you to come
out going out sourcing
sighting sources
in and out of existence
credits
released 21 March 2014
* The Tracks:: Intro-->Arteria, This/That, When I Ask Them to, Hangman, In and Out of Existence: Vox, guitar, piano, keyboard, toy sounds, mixing, lyrics, songs written by: Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher; Bass: Drew Felder; Guitar: MJ; Cello: Helena Espvall; Drums: Charles Francis Duquesne
* Trumpet on "Intro-->Arteria" by Hrw Sbkra/Napoleon Dolemite
* Not Never: vox, drums, guitar, and lyrics and song written by Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher; Additional vox, bass, keyboards and produced by Alex Daniels; Guitar and Glockenspiel by Zach Goldstein.
*Inherently Flawed: Vox, lyrics, and additional drums by Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher; Beat and production by Alex Daniels; Guitar: Zach Goldstein
*Our Own Little World: Vox, lyrics, and song by Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher; Beat, keyboards, turntable, and production by Alex Daniels
*All songs mixed by Alex Daniels and Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher
* All lyrics by Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher
* All songs written by Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher, except for "Inherently Flawed," which musically was made and written by Alex Daniels with assistance from Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher
* Mastered by Jesus Bravo
* Front and back cover photo by Bernadette Dye
* Layout by Rebecca Martell
* Painting printed on the physical cd release of Arteria is entitled "Arteria" by Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher
- Genre
- Alternative Experimental Trip Hop