The Worst Kind of Poetry

by (NO) Chromosome

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La disonancia como encuadre musical, estético, político y emocional.


released October 14, 2016

Mariano Platino: Batería.
Fer Suarez: Guitarra, diseño y arte, voces en 2, 5, 7, 8, 9, 10 y 12,
coros en 3. Letras en 1, 2, 4, 5, 7, 8, 9 y 12.
Manuel Platino: Bajo, grabación, mezcla, masterización, producción,
voces en 3 y 6, coros en 10 y 11. Letras en 3, 6 y 11. Theremin en 7.
Saxo en 4 y 12.

Carla Bissioli: Voz en 1 y 4.
Cammie Marsh: Letra en 10.
Duck Malatesta: Voz en 11.

Sample en 13: "Not I" (1973) de Samuel Beckett. Recitada por Billie Whitelaw.




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Track Name: Please Tell the Kids I Love Them
The interesting people, the ones that we look up to, the more developed characters.
My contradictions are plain and boring.
Barely a pulse, an echo of life.
I admit defeat at every waking hour.
And every day I hear reminders.
I keep journals from the world below to satisfy no one.
My words are poisonous and yet I keep eating them.
I'm starving for a voice different than the one that screams inside my head.

I need a change of bones and make up applied with hammers.
A screwdriver as medicine, bandages and all.
Barbed wire kisses, of course.
They say it's the little things that count.
But they say many things.
And, unfortunately, this is all we'll hear for a long time.
Take this as a gesture of faked indifference.
Under the weight of a fluorescent nightmare we drown.
Lost in a maze of language, culture and suicide.
Playing my part so well.

No one ever cuts all the wires, that's my cynical excuse.
What's yours?
My own writing betrays me and I learn nothing from the experience.
My handshakes are few and far between.
I stab my own eyes on old photographs.
I'm unable to reach, I breathe tar under this dense membrane of fabricated memories and false starts.
Track Name: XXX/Y
Locked in
A cage in pink and blue
The taste of nothing new

It's just a scalpel
To set things straight
With loving gesture
We mutilate

The white coat realm
Tame this flesh into place.
Track Name: Irreversible
The pledge was spoken
Their cries exploded
Their fingers broken
Their heads got buried
in salt

Pushing down
Crying out
Pushing down
Cut and torn

Shut your attention
No will to create
Changing your vision
Denying their breath

In vain


Our lives are made irreversible
Track Name: My Logic Is Undeniable
Please, lead the way
I'll keep listening to you

Will you explain with detail?
Will you make your colors shine?
Will you use the big phrases?
Will you make me want to die?

The measure of things
The condescending tone
Myopic or not
A captive dialogue.
Track Name: The Fondest Memories
Use only the safest roads
Understand the understatement

So off
Idle, empty
Lost ones

A dotted line of bullet holes
The laws that hide on bathroom floors.
Track Name: The Turing Machine
Each method written in standard form
As instructions forced into the machine
Interpreted in a mechanical process
Thus embodied in this mechanism

It’s a machine created for all tasks
Fixed and determined by our own selves

Social computer obeying the program
Turned to the task of perpetuating itself
Track Name: Cult
The door's wide open
They won't come in
Almost crying
And not a glimpse

Inadvertent wisdom
We aspire (to)
In this place where we're taught
To sink or try

Her voice was shaking
She said "it's fine"
But there was hell
Behind her eyes

We stay untainted
We fix the drink
We're pure and clean
The way it's meant to be
Track Name: The Overthinker
A Genital ghost
Un-fetishized and paralyzed
This could be us
Just passing through

Three part romance
Of swollen hands and restless knees
In exhausting conversation
With my own sense of mortality

Here's and obvious one
I hate this speech
Am I clever enough?
Am I cute?
Track Name: New Wave
Been out
Of place
He smiles
We stare

A constraining ride
On the golden side
And we'll wave from here
So they'll buy some time
To bend and rewrite
A threat to make it clear

Wrong name
Those blades
So far
Track Name: Social Trauma
Father protector strong men
Don't be afraid of hell
Because you are already there
You are already cooking yourself

You call that crispy fetus son
He will suffer worse worse
He will be eaten by the corporation demons
There's no escape escape
There's no escape
No escape
Track Name: No Liberty, No Greatness
The vultures sever the limbs of the lamb
The cattle feed upon entrails of man

No stone is turned when the boots are being stomped

We are too thin, we have no mouth
Our legs are stiff and knock together

No stone is turned when the fist has grown strong

Delusion is here, delusion is glorified
No greatness leading the path to no liberty

“No” is the word
Track Name: Widows of Language
We staged a ton of plots
In hopes of finding some peace of mind
They're singing songs about songs
You've heard the best ones before

The writing itself it's compromised
This is a bootleg tape of our own words
We stand for something else
The microscope of time and space.