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Hand​-​Painted Dream Photographs

by Moon Honey

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Gabrielemenopee It's like the moon actually did drip honey- not in a steady stream, but in golden waves of luscious sticky globs hundreds of miles long. Enough to reach planet earth. Enough to dim the sun and coat the world in cascading fuzzy guitar riffs two times over. More than enough to get lost and find love in.
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Lewuwiyah The first listening is like an incredible awakening made of deep and beautiful melodies and lyrics.
I love this band Favorite track: Self-Portrait Beneath Woman's Mask.
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Wylie Moore This music is lofty and artistic, and at the same time accessible and truly enjoyable. Every song. You will freak out about how much you love it, and it will become more beloved to you the more you listen to it and discover new complexities. It is one of the few albums to which I have said "this is a true pillar of human achievement"! Favorite track: The Two Fridas.
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1.
“Art is contemplation. It is the pleasure of the mind which searches into nature 
and which there divines the spirit of which nature herself is animated.”
 —François-Auguste-René Rodin
 yes i bit the bait but it was only that it’s beyond me that larger beings would hide a hook in tasty trickery i heard there is a fine line between love and hate on which we’re pulled and yanked and if this is the natural order of things why does it feel unnaturally mean
? you said that it seems i’m a perpetual motion machine but moon scoops and empties spring tides of energy can you help me learn to release and honor a memory nothing i love is still or truly belongs to me and if I saw my whole life in a reel would i feel the need for repeat scenes like snippets of melody? yes you tamed the lion yes you tamed the lion and though my claws and teeth are shining i don’t like violence i like the sloshing stream and humming bees in sunbeams yes you tamed the lion yes you tamed the lion without a cage or binding with a mirror i saw much clearer now i know we’re not each other’s keepers not each other’s betters we’re just sharers in melody
2.
“Nature is not only all that is visible to the eye… it also includes the inner pictures of the soul.” —Edvard Munch when edvard was five he asked his sunday school teacher mrs green can the devil see my thoughts no no no no no dear but he can put em there no no no no no dear but he can stick em there so if you have a nightmare just smile he won’t know you care and when you have a nightmare don’t show fear 
 when edvard was sixteen he beamed through the flap of a mask whether cross or sad his mouth cracked in a half laugh he never ever showed a weak spot dissipating with a drip-drop he thought does the lord know which are my thoughts? and how do i prove i’m not a bad boy? how do i tell my girl i need her? it’s not not like I’m crazy lips curved sharp as a reaping scythe separating what is combed and what’s inside she sewed his head with thread last night and gingerly sunk a needle in his pride he said no no no no no dear please don’t touch me there no no no no no dear please touch me cause just because the light’s out it don’t mean don’t mean that I don’t care and even though the light’s out i’m still here
3.
Lady Lazarus 05:16
Ash, ash—/ You poke and stir./ Flesh, bone, there is nothing there—/ 
A cake of soap,/ A wedding ring,/ A gold filling./ Herr God, Herr Lucifer/ 
Beware/ Beware./ Out of the ash/ I rise with my red hair/ And I eat men like air. —Sylvia Plath i follow i follow i follow i follow what a lazy languid slouch of my stature said the mouse he misdeamed a teeming bend (impending crouch in shedded skin) as a corn kernel quivers when heat waves shiver my tailored temper now knows better
 pied piper shucked me free shouted VIPER! in the symphony and the music stopped i watched the people scream including me 
 now I’m a chicken among angels wings upon a rooted tree and while they soar effortlessly i burn to ash and grasp the breeze broke my knees shouted VIPER! in the symphony and the music stalls i crawl they clap and scream it’s all for me 
 i follow i follow i follow i follow
4.
“My blood is the miracle which runs in the vessels of the air from my heart to yours.” —Frida Kahlo de Rivera i found my baby crow inside a telephone tiny tin can home i tugged the other end connected to its twin then i spoke i can tame you i will name you i won’t let you go don’t go don’t don’t go an unfitted connection a blackbird and a woman my unrequited pet reflection but harmless it was i walked eggshells barefoot yelled why the weight i’ve found that whether pounds of rock or feather it hits the ground with equal tether 
mock it 
call it crow what’s big or bad about it? a word is what we put upon it 
 heavy on the bluebird wire a million voice amplifier runs right through you heard the air is light so glad to feel the frost bite chitter chatter tap dance with a bitter aftertaste when the talk’s done how ‘bout some self-love and if we’re in a bad mood it’s on a full moon karma has a habit being melodramatic and slightly sarcastic it ate then flew away so quiet now you’ve learned baby scavenger we’ll take what we can get scraps we pulled polar directions the cord snapped should have left it still i spoke i won’t let you let you go whether pounds of rock or feather it hits the ground with equal tether mock it call it crow what’s big or bad about it? a word is what we put upon it i walked eggshells barefoot yelled why the weight i’ve found that whether pounds of rock or feather it hits the ground with equal tether deliriously i walked across a rickety beam grey drone clogged throat couldn’t speak but you said you’d help me up a ladder an eiffel alter where prayers are answered and i was almost i was al— i was al— almost there but wheeled from underneath no feat’s fair on stilts you reached for what was most precious to me said we need money money money but don’t tell anybody descend sweetly hide a meaning shove a feeling under under then crow walked in my doppelganger eager twin watched me swallow our key was it disgusting tell me ulysses of self-shackled wanting of paradisiacal purity obscene i clutched it gently then ripped apart its body and i took away its longing and i can hide a meaning and i can shove a feeling under under and i can make a living eating what’s given not listening! la la la la la la la
5.
Hope II 04:47
“Everything is ugly, she is and what she sees, yet inside her 
grows beauty, hope. And her eyes express that.” —Gustav Klimt those were boiling boundless nights where words were whips with appetite i hissed bit coddled and toddled into dawn’s light my satin slip into a red rose morning shoved me sailing sent me soaring AWOL outlawed feckless fate was sleeping snoring
 cora i dreamed you were awake and you criss-crossed my heart with finger paint were you abandoned? do you wait? cora can a girl be your mother? i slide through stops like a seal on butter i’m a home-bound ship with an awry rudder i don’t look back my day’s blind dates shameless dirt i sift and shake whistle while we pan for gold from my core i take take but take my word one day i’ll give it up i’ll walk without that cocky crutch i will follow flowers who bloom brightly and quietly shut the bigger my ego the smaller my world BIG EGO small world BIG EGO small world cora i dreamed you were awake and you criss-crossed my heart with finger paint were you abandoned? do you wait? cora can a girl be your mother? i slide through stops like a seal on butter i’m a home-bound ship with an awry rudder those were boiling boundless nights where words were whips with appetite we hissed bit coddled and toddled into dawn’s light my satin slip into a red rose morning shoved me sailing sent me soaring AWOL outlawed feckless fate was sleeping snoring
6.
“Good morning my fragrant children of wonder!” —Michael Crespo
 blue blue leaves raked my body face up downstream a vein to heart’s sea when sleepwalking all is routine but when we’re dreaming all is yearning lately death scenes what does that mean i wake shut my eyes start walking i don’t want to hear truth or lies stop talking 
 when sleepwalking all is routine when I’m dreaming all is yearning lately death themed what does that mean when sleepwalking all is routine when we’re dreaming all is yearning i am ready said fox to sea 
 i said that boy is dead destroyed no bye you hate me so why not leave me i cried you showed me a mirror said repeat that to her to see it’s you not me a true enemy 
 coffee hit me scent of chicory you were brewing and i was moving and thinking seeing syncing my heart eyes mind intertwined by love for you
7.
“I dreamt that I walked to the end of the pathway from the door, and when I looked to the East 
there were Jesus comin’ down with angels on each side.” —Gladwyn “Miss Lassie” Bush i was stretching stretching to touch the hem like a taut rubber band twelve years i’ve bled for it slower than a sin’s repent i split two turtle doves one from fear and one for love i gave an unclean offering i thought it would heal me 
 i think he said i think you know it’s not the touch it’s letting go though chase was fit and stretch was fine it was release that fixed your mind let it go
 like mosquitoes and stardust people thronged full of lust jealous me impetuous parasite craving host 
 we were thinking we’re half a whole two magnets polar and blind but darling i’m a full round bowl and the whole world’s in my mind i’ll let you go if drought has drained you to almost dry then give out all that you have pour it in the roaring sea and when it rains you’ll laugh let love grow let love flow
 everything is in cycles carbon clocks karma cash you will push then you’ll be pulled the desperate learn fast let it go

8.
Oh shame on the mothers of mortals/ Who do not stoop to teach/ 
The sorrow that lies in dear dumb eyes/ The sorrow that has no speech. —Ella Wheeler Wilcox dear sir supervenience thank you for the lenience to impose my superiority over the majority for i am man hear me roar! i made an assembly line to grind my guns and gore one century one score one decade seven years ago freedom meant equality in happy opportunity with our articulating tongues and our opposing well-formed thumbs we used a language and a pen to say no more oppression but for those with different tools we’ll make exceptions saying ten sometimes equals ten and sometimes equals zero and humans are sometimes tools and sometimes animals which are almost always tools a tool is made made to behave thou shalt love me kill build work die all for me sound familiar? are we god or nature? i got a big fear of being nothing so i made you suffer for my suffering 
 dear god of convenience thank you for your lenience to enforce my superiority over the minority for I am man hear me roar! i made an assembly line to grind my guns and gore
9.
The Ship 06:55
“Mistakes are almost always of a sacred nature. Never try to correct them. 
On the contrary: rationalize them, understand them thoroughly. 
After that, it will be possible for you to sublimate them.” —Salvador Domingo Felipe Jacinto Dalí i Domènech i know it wasn’t coincidence or an accident or ill-wished i see orchestration in this and i know pleasing it is playing on a train track it’s the calm before a heart attack grinning gone before you know it but i don’t even like the will to write i didn’t like the angry drive and when i said slow down it was for this not the innocent though i’ll always have laments i’m done with death i paid my debts i did my best decorating a wreck 
 but this is not my fantasy weaving tinsel through debris sugar can’t grow from seeds sown salty in the sea brought by wind and beast i refuse to sink grieve not for mr. guilt or he’ll extend his stay give him not one drop of wine or he’ll take everything sorrow glumly comes and goes (his respects we pay) but mr. guilt’s a starving beast he eats he cries he spills he breaks a wall is not a fist and no a shield is not a sword i cannot our crimes forget (a disconcerting hole) i hear you in the hyacinths moaning to the door but all is hushed inside our home what are you begging for i don’t even like what I must write cursing at the ebbing tide for when i said slow down it pounced upon in rush to be unwound wrapped and washed my hands and face slid about like netting snakes recoiling back it took my clothes my hair my time my faith i know that this is not my fantasy weaving tinsel through debris sugar can’t grow from seeds sown salty in the sea brought by wind and beast i refuse to sink brimming now up to the neck oh this wreck is heaven sent and I’ll be stronger stronger stronger now with song as if with child good or bad you’ll be mine and I’ll be stronger stronger stronger i know that this is not my fantasy weaving tinsel through debris sugar can’t grow from seeds sown salty in the sea brought by wind and beast i refuse 
 

10.
Flaming June 06:59
“Art is the utterance of our delight in the phenomena of Life and Nature and an endeavour to communicate to others and perpetuate that delight.” —Sir Frederic Leighton
 no pain no struggle she-devils frisky bite-sized kittens caught in risk and dancing in doubles smooth supple turned winked blinked tripped right into trouble restless reckless sunrise sunset apple hair like mars or bricks sweet heart with panoramic hips flaming june burst and swooned dopamine proved to be much too crude and now we sit and say asleep or dead i don’t know i don’t know where what why i i i i don’t know i said won’t you come come and play i’ve been waiting days upon days no pain no struggle she-devils frisky bite-sized kittens caught in risk and dancing in doubles smooth supple turned winked blinked tripped right into trouble hung inside a warm cocoon and swinging like a sunk balloon it was we you awkwardly cut into hallelujah grown to only half at best clumsy chrysalis with a faulty compass hallelujah we crawled up to the levy side you and i sailed into the river tide and i have never seen a thicker orange like thickets of thorns the monarchs swarmed the heather light a beautiful fight and I lied and I lied hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah
11.
The Lovers I 04:01
“Everything we see hides another thing, we always want to see what is hidden by what we see.” —René François Ghislain Magritte
 left hand hiding slipping slipping second hand nervous ticking ticking
 jack is nimble jack is slick jack has nicked the candlestick the sandpaper touch of rubber-tongued words licked like a sunburnt kiss 
 slowly sucking honeysuckle wanting more than tiny dew-drop tug-o’-wars climbing to the higher branches she saw sweetness he saw blisters he never feels he’s won it’s a see-saw game so i’ve been tumbling after ambition it was once such a good friend now jill is proper jill is prim jill is lovely out and in i’m high strung black as her string of pearls cold as a winter’s wind
 jack fell down and broke his crown and jill fell after him and though he landed in my arms the consequences never never seem to end i never feel i’ve won it’s a see-saw game so ive been tumbling after ambition it was once such a good friend now it’s always up or down it’s a see-saw game so i’ve been tumbling after ambition he was once such a good friend now


12.
“The mind loves the unknown. It loves images whose meaning is unknown, 
since the meaning of the mind itself is unknown.” —René François Ghislain Magritte you know i’d love to think that we were galloping free full speed ripping through the dirt like tumbleweed but I woke up filled up with the carousel blues i didn’t choose this song this course this silly horse going round and round and round and judging from astronomy the earth is getting dizzy tipsy flung between the stars and everyone has come to sift the stars out from the gutter lucky one remember that the point of games is fun this game of hide and seek was fun i lost but i was found i won one more time promise you’ll hide inside my arms this time

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released December 6, 2013

Mixed/produced by Greg Saunier of Deerhoof. Mastered by Steve Fallone of Sterling Sound (TV on the Radio, Tame Impala, The Strokes). Recorded by John Tulley.

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