MAGNET EP
WAKE UP! WHERE DO OUR LIMITS BEGIN AND END? WHEN DOES ATTRACTION TRANSFORM INTO REPULSION? WHEN DOES REPULSION TRANSFORM INTO ATTRACTION? I CHOOSE TO AERATE STAGNATION. THERE IS RELIEF HERE.
IS THERE A POSSIBILITY TO COEXIST IN A STATE OF SUSPENSION? WHO, WHAT, WHERE, WHY IS YOUR WAR OF TENSION AND INTEGRITY? ACTION. KNOW WHAT YOU VALUE. WITNESS YOUR EFFORTS. ALIGN THEM WITH YOUR VALUES. PAY ATTENTION. KNOW THAT YOU ARE ENOUGH. THE HOLDER KEEPS THE CHANGES. HOWL AT IT, LIL FLUFF. GO ON THEN, HAPPEN!
LIVE PERFORMANCE
Magnet
I wrote this song in many folds. This short story questions the destiny of a magnet, drawing on themes of attachment, bondage, toxicity, and release. I find that a lot of my work explores the ways in which I can aerate stagnation. Often times, the discomfort is pointing towards my greatest potential for relief. The moment that I am willing to identify the ways in which I am responsible for unconsciously attracting or even insisting on the suffering I am enduring, I notice that I have the ability to reclaim my power. I Wake up! (even if for a moment) (even when…)
Credit: Filmed by Natasha Heaszl. Edited by Lee Ordway
WANDER TOWARDS...SOMEWHERE THAT'S STAGNANT_____I TOOK A SECOND T0 ))) PULL FROM THE MAGNET (((LULLING ME, FOLLOWED THAT WEAKNESS...FOUNDED BY REASONS THAT___FLIPPED WITH RESISTANCE ))) TURNING SUSPICIOUSLY ((( AND IF I DON'T CUM AGAIN, YOU WILL BE HERE IN MY ARMS. AND IF I DON'T RECOMMEND OUTWARDLY THERE FROM THE START... WE--- WOKE FROM THAT DREAM THAT CARRIED US BACK TO THE SEA____LOSING MY TIES (((I AM ))) HEADED STRAIGHT FOR THE ISLAND...
Filmed by Simon Miya, Directed/ and Art by Molly Minot Hubley, Edited by Lee Ordway
ROUND
Round juxtaposes linear time. I have chosen to impose limitations onto myself. I feel the past, I postulate the future. But dammit, Mind- I am only here now, after all, aren’t I? I break free from my illusive shackles. I release blame. I release guilt. Here, I howl at it. I happen.
IM ONLY HAPPENING WHEN IM AROUND. IM ONLY HAPPENING WHEN IM AROUND. IM NOT A LINE, I DON’T KNOW HOW TO LIE. I’M NOT A LINE I DON’T KNOW HOW TO LIE ABOUT TIME. WAR. WAR. WAR IS MY MIND. WAR. WAR. I THOUGHT IT WAS YOURS, BUT IT’S MINE. DO THEY PLEED BY THE COMFORT OF YOUR EYES? WHY DO THEY CHOOSE IT AGAIN AND AGAIN? DO THEY PLEED BY THE COMFORT OF YOUR LIES? WHY DO THEY CHOOSE IT AGAIN AND AGAIN? WAR. WAR. THIS WAR IS MY MIND. MY WAR. I THOUGHT IT WAS YOURS, OH NO IT’S MINE. I KNOW THE BEST FOR ME IS NOT THE BEST FOR YOU. STILL IM MAKING THE WORST OF ME FOR THE BEST OF YOU. I KNOW THE BEST FOR ME IS NOT THE BEST FOR YOU. STILL I’M MAKING IT WORK. STILL I’M YOU. WAR. THIS WAR IS MY MIND. I THOUGHT IT WAS YOURS, BUT ITS SHACKLED IN THE HIGH LINE. WAR. THIS WAR IS MY MIND. IMY WAR IS MY WAR. MY WAR. IM ONLY HAPPENING WHEN IM AROUND. IM ONLY HAPPENING WHEN IM AROUND. IM ONLY HAPPENING WHEN IM AROUND. IM ONLY HAPPENING WHEN IM AROUND.
STROLLING SHOES
"I began to write this song when I was on a plane. As I was sitting there processing my latest trip, in a daze, the objects surrounding me started to open their mouths of information. I soothed my qualms with the mundane, as I explored the satirical joker on my shoulder....don't be angry. be a sailor. never bored of choosing wind. un-minding limits..."