Visuals by: Christine Mangosing
Song by: Times Neue Roman [Vocals / Text: Robert Bolton
Music: Alexander Punzalan Junior]
Song: iTunes
Poster art: http://timesneueroman.bigcartel.com
Of Sound and Silence is a song with accompanying graphic notation/sonic map (of Yonge and Dundas intersection in Toronto). This piece serves as a meditation on sound and silence in the urban setting, specifically exploring silence as an abstract and liminal idea, as the muse, as a spiritual place or moment and finally as the last thing that is not for sale a space for creativity and rebellion. Exhibited at the Toronto Art Councils Get Lit exhibition.
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Of Silence
Silence
Now you may not see the use in this - being just for being.
There is a certain truth in this.
I solemnly swear on my mom
my song will, nay
my psalm will pray
my palms will stay pressed on
kneel straight to the hills and caves of the gods,
their grace in my arms.
To the poet to the speaker
through the form and the metre
through the speakers through the woofers and tweeters.
The turntable might wobble or teeter
it wont falter.
Remain still guarded by the ether.
As the prophets have taught us,
not the apostles you thought of like Mathew, John, Paul or Peter
from who we heard, we wont find peace on earth
at least til the lama lie down with the cheetah
as they want us to believe it (they need us to)
indeed to keep a destiny, we dont author,
but honest. I think I can. I think like Thomas the train
I stay on it. The little legend that could
with an engine like a 757 jet-setting like I should
to all continents.
Seek the shaman and the priestess
the Brahman and the preacher
the scholar and the teacher
for the drama and the theatre,
built a stage, of same bark that birthed Adonis.
Stepped on it and saw my self. On the path that would pain me the most til I fade to a ghost acknowledged, I walk in silence.
The angel flying by your awkward pause
is the artful dodger with an honest cause
leave the scene of the crime, screaming fuck Johnny Law.
Forward to the left like the knight upon the chess board.
The art of war is a part of rob.
I paint a picture out of words, I can hardly draw.
If I ever had writers block, I carved a statue of it.
Its my vision so you have to love it.
Now you can hear my kingdom coming like the drumming of the timpani
Where they blasting trumpets, for the king in me,
that they would ask I plummet, it sickens me
to the back of my stomach, right where the liquor be.
Inspired til I expire, where I reside at,
Im in the time in between 2 high hats.
In that silence, I dwell in it. Ill die in it.
Rebel in it, revolt in it and ride for it.
Its ever so essential, a symbol
between two cymbals. Them-two. I
tremble in limbo, dependant on the tempo,
living in the liminal realm, held in an interlude
moving at the helm.
Beyond the few stories that we retell,
in a land of glory and retail,
there lies a silence, where I rebel,
its the only thing not for sale.
In silence, I rebel
for its all thats left thats not for sale.
In that silence, I rebel
its all thats left thats not for sale.
Beyond the few stories that we retell,
in a land of glory and retail,
there lies a silence, where I rebel,
its the only thing not for sale.
In silence, I rebel
for its all thats left thats not for sale.
In that silence, I rebel
its all thats left thats not for sale.
Somewhere between,
above and below the sounds of the city.
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Fucking Epic Man i love you shit keep Making it up no matter what the circumstances are man, keep it up some one will hear you and you hit it. Peace- Thanks For The Tunes :D
RaDiATiOnKJ 1 year ago
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mishamics 1 year ago
keep making good music yo yo shyt is DOPE
G3orG3i 2 years ago
guys i fockin love ur music.... i gotta see my itunes plays i got on ur EP lol
bigasstire 2 years ago