The Human Abstract

by 2bit

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The vivid imagery the world walks from, the simple truths hidden in plain sight in plain sites, an abstract used in an artistic sense, a couple of cautious tales, ranging from Love to Drinking to Scum. Over all overtly ostentatious group of small plays directed by a director directing his direction into a dichtomy between simplistic yet sultry songs, and prepared pieces of perfect poetry.

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released 01 April 2012

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2bit hasn't had time to reinvent himself for college. He's been trying to talk with a British accent and a slight element of ... more swagger to impress the ladies, but, let's face it; it hasn't been working.
So he goes back to his dismal dorm and makes new and unique music forms to release his frustration with all things frustrating. less

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Track Name: Stars
I miss you
That moment we spent star gazing wasn’t spent lightly
That is something I remember every time I see the light from far suns spent nightly
You were curved around me, and I was curved around your finger
I still pray daily for the love from that moment to linger.
It’s bigger than us, and we spent a night soaking it all in, hoping we could fall in
To the moon’s gaze and drifted to a place between me and you.

Chorus:

You never go away, which I thank God for, because I still treasure that night, that kiss
I dream about you in colors that don’t exist, but you’re always slipping away into the mist
Your lips brushed a beautiful painting on mine, and I framed it and hung it in my heart
So that even though we’re apart, in mind and body, theres always that beautiful moment, that gorgeous start
Stark against a winter wind, in a warm place we loved
Built sincere affection on the earth’s cold infection
White washed water, we had each other’s eyes for reflection
The contrast almost ironic seeing how we slipped away and both became lukewarm to the heat of our bodies.

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I can remember the day I asked you, and I can remember the candor we both had
Regardless of where we ended up, I don’t want you sad.
Your body haunts me at night, curved like the hills of the dessert
Words can’t contain the love I hand to you through my open letter
Letters are wasted daily on loves that abandon at the nearest pit stop
But every word of mine is measured to not waste a drip of ink but to relay my dots and dashes to you. I got tossed in matched with you so I’m here till my heart stops and collapses through.
This message is wax sealed and carried to you, through my mouth
I’ll love you till the sun and all the stars go out.
Track Name: Holes
Thank God for your holes, it’s easier for the undertakers
That earth was given to walk on, not relocate according to whim
And it’s fickle at that, it’s mainly just scared.
Stay prepared for nightmares, light scares and fights prepared
No action on your part though, got enough self-loathing to occupy your time
Whats worse? The sure climb or steady descent in your mind?
Born, raised and dead in the womb, the last your own invention
Stray from paths to escape foot traffic, not that’s worth the mention

Chorus: you (dig a hole)
You’ll always (dig a hole)

Vs2:
Stand for what you believe in, don’t be a spineless worm
You micromanage your life at every turn, to avoid even the thought of a burn
If you want to live in the ground that bad then at least build the coffin to match
but don’t expect life to give you what you want if you don’t fight past your own latch
lie down to rest, not to hide
fight past the rest, though you might die
Track Name: Monkey
You’re like a monkey with a miniature cymbal
Five leaves deep but you left earth a while ago
You spin your life’s yarn on a collapsible metal spindle
Add a smile that flows, and subtract a pile of dough
You waste your money on wasting your time
Grind your life away, you pack your belongs and rocket to the moon
But you hit so called “walls” like you were raised as a mime
It’s an acid that’s eating you away and you may be dropping it soon

Copycat syndrome, you cough hairballs of what people want to hear
You follow a map of made up stars, getting signatures of the unfamous
But when you’re left alone is when you end up lost in fear
Walked for miles on a path of communication, but taking the time to listen is extraneous
you checked out months ago, but it feels like yesterday
you’re a synonym for eager, a noun for cooking but a verb for out of alignment
grab the windpipe, squeeze till blue then press and play
looked at the upsides, but forgot to read the fine print

Your attention deficit has to be paid soon, it’s past over due
You clocked out on the green, stooped down in the blue, and crash on the couch
Start backpacking passion and slouch, you’ll fit in with the apathy crew
You walk back inside from a trip to your favorite place, rasping and proud
You place value on illusions, giving way to big problems that seem small and vice versa
Eating cereal with all natural incompetence, you barf lines of inadequate conversation
You’re bent on writing a new story but can’t understand yourself when you write cursive
Stop the facelift, it’s obvious and faked when you grab onto what I say and try and rock our faces
Track Name: The City
I watched the city burn; A growing pile of embers that glowed with the hatred of its oppressors
I watched you learn of the past that haunts its streets without the freedom of professors
Slowly we turned to gas lit lights, unstable in the wind
The squall of quarrels leaving their flimsy glass unable to defend
We made the best of the ash, drawing figures on our skin
Unable to comprehend that our beautiful town had fallen in the end
We wandered the alleyways looking for our good time but lost our dignity without the map to detail it for us
We thought we outdid the woods but we simply rescaled the forest

The impiety stamped on our foreheads. we gathered supplies of brick and stone to lay a foundation of cracked findings.
But the mortar that held us together was more than binding. It was blinding and winding through our minds and left us simply sighing inside them.
We collected our thoughts, door to door, memory to memory
A mummery of man’s masochistic need for mammary induced motives.
We held our council in the tower of pretenses, without defenses.
Confessing disdain for pretexts that came before our weak pleasures
We lit a fire to signal others to our extended reach, but over stepped the line
Time and time we doubled our lives, only to reclaim the smoke of a dimly lit shine

We focused on the world, not the lens from which we crept on a world that felt inferior
It focused that light on the shadows of our city that fear deterred
we built cathedrals to our images
and built the same stained glasses windows we picketed
slowly our hard work was reduced to a pile of the earth it was built on
we sung of our city with a felt song, never thinking it felt wrong
when the son burnt us back our dry wit lit like kindling doused in gasoline
will our city grow back through the folly of man’s ambitions or is it just a lasting dream?
Track Name: Little Bird
It’s the simple explanation of the human lifestyle encapsulated in it’s evening out.
The one night stand of understanding. The morning after it wakes and dons its gown.
Unrecognizable but for the headache that follows like a lost puppy looking for its owner.
Not quite ready for public eyes it waits for the next cycle of appearances, always the loner.
Consuming the consumer, simplistic truth is found in glass walls as society stones it.
Only the darkest night knows its face, yet humanity claims he knows it.
Following a trend of good humor, blind faith and reckless actions man is stripped to his bare essentials
All on an operating table of a doctor that kills his victims slowly with the romance of wine and candles

Chorus

Roman traditions in grand form, aluminum cans in hand
Recycling the same thought process as the last time of celebration of man.
A human abstract of humanity’s downfalls and greatest moments, but nothing between.
The sum of civilizations actions. every philosophers veritable wet dream
Reduction of gray area, high contrast of the small window into man’s mind
Causing the poor of spirit but strong of thought to stand down for those of weak in brain to stand high
Bottling life into a see through cage, available at your local establishment.
Leaving the world to guess at what every single other man meant