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Wake 03:49
Wake and I have been reborn. The tide concedes that homely shore and I am benighted. All my lines unlearned. Cry out will God (or somebody) please turn the light on. Restore me to that empty room—expands out like hot air balloons. A woman comes she brings me food. I shit the bed in solitude. My life one brief unbroken loop—goes round and round with nothing left to hold onto. But if there’s nothing, if there’s nothing, then what’s that song that keeps hounding me? In the still dark of the morning. Just one more cradle down the creek. Au revoir my little memories. Tell me: This is not your loss. This is your offering.
Rorschach 04:16
Eyes on the screen. We have all the information now but what does it mean? Reason’s a tease. Drank up all that hemlock, here I am just reading the leaves. Left wondering: what happened to the life we lost, that got lost in the living? All this fiction makes me nervous, turns out it was blood spilled on the canvas we admired just like some Rorschach painting. The film in your brain—it edits to remember, keeps the figure in the frame. A sacrificial violence, all those passed over in silence then cast out with the blame. And I’m trying to stay sane—meanwhile, the river of forgetfulness starts spilling the banks. Caught in a lie and instead of fessing up we'd sooner just go out of our heads. I’ve been holding up my end when I should have doubled down on my own atom bomb shelter instead.
Empiricist 08:35
Empty room. Cast about for a familiar object. Because my body needs coordinates to move. In the dark. Range of motion shrivels all around me. All my nightmares I am slowly being cocooned. A single calf in the hecatomb. Crescent moon. Hollowed out of all my fabled insides. Occam shave me down to primal truth—return me to the womb. Mother pulled from father’s ribs, little baby in a crib, hands reaching up. Before the blinding light is split through the prism of your organs into color. All that being and nothingness, on the same möbius strip. Sleep and waking up. On the first day. Wipe the blank slate. And you join the banquet. Served up helpless on a plate. You find your land legs. And you learn to imitate. You’ll wear any feathers and hope that your efforts attract a mate. One day your children find you, locked in the bathroom, staring in horror at the reflection of your face. You say you're sorry to the guests at your party. But you can't help wonder, who is this person you celebrate? And so the light fades. It’s still your birthday. Blow out your past lives like they're candles on the cake.
Algernon 04:19
A woman leans in her chair. Holds her face close to mine. She’s curious, am I comfortable? Would I care to give it one more try? She holds the picture up while she studies my eyes. I’m trying hard to recall the routine, but I can't and so I improvise. This one's of my father. Wearing ladies clothes. I walked in on him once as a kid. Must have thought nobody else was home. It's a lie and she knows. But there's no other use. And anyway what you want and what you want to be are easily confused. The moment stretches on. Like the first day of school and I've answered wrong. Like a self-enclosed short-circuit goes around forever until it's gone. A woman shrinks in her chair. She says the picture's of you. I have no idea what she's talking about but I nod my head as if I do. Look at there such a strong man. All the virtues of youth. You led a good life by every account. There were people who looked up to you. I say enough is enough. You have found me out. You have called my bluff. I don't know anything about this stuff. I’m just tired and I’m waiting for my wife to pick me up. A woman slouched in her chair disrupts the silence to say. The part of you that I love is still in there even if it doesn't know my name. The moment stretches on. Like the colonnade at the Parthenon. It’s an unmarked grave but somebody's laid some flowers for Algernon.
Unusual 06:18
This brave new world—it’s gonna take some getting used to. The cretin's lips are curled as he swings a wrecking ball around the courtroom. And I'd say, just wait it out, but I'm afraid it's just a desert beyond the sand dune. It's unusual except now it happens all the time. Now the truth is immaterial: every teller’s got an axe to grind. Get your pitchfork out. The crowd is coming and they've named you. You open up your mouth to find your language has escaped you. And it's too bad. You’re gonna need it now. There's no system left to save you. It's unusual, I know. I must be losing my mind. It’s cruel and unusual. Can’t tell the punishment  apart from the crime.
Beachtowel 03:21
Wrap you up in a beach towel. Carry you over the sand. Little sparrow you rolled your ankle—gotta watch where you land. Big house sporting a bay window, with a view of the coast. Holiday timeshare and nobody knows where anything goes. Ice cubes wrapped in a kitchen cloth. The day melts to dark. Your pain is my pain, plucks the low and high strains of a single harp. This is the wine. Drink, untrouble your mind with it. Don’t you remember? When knowledge was tied to a consanguine kindness. Or don't you remember? No, you cut it all out with the scalpels of doubt. You know this was your failure.
Remember 04:30
The only question now is how long can it take? It’s all hanging on you. Just make your move before you have no move to make. There's no future, there’s no lighthouse on the lake. You're just rambling through endless corridors—a mouse lost in a maze. You gotta calm yourself and try to concentrate: What survives in the fire? What small fragment after all else disintegrates? I come home and the door is hanging open, the smoke alarm is howling, the bathroom mirror is broken and find you standing in the backyard pouring gas on a bonfire. Ass-naked in the middle of December. The shame you don't recall with the clothes you don't remember in flames. Tearing pages of notebooks in the embers. Your makeshift funeral pyre. Toss and turn all night then it comes to me. You can't shake out the shards in your memory. So you're engaged in this scorched earth policy until there’s nothing. Later on claiming wolves replaced your family, you raised your hand against me with the newspaper you can't read, then you wrapped yourself in an op-ed on the construct of history. The mark of time is elaborately long. It’s a spirograph drawn with no breaks. Just goes on and on. Yet here we are on the cutting room floor splicing fugues where they don't belong. Toss and turn all night but there's no relief. I went into your room, you were sound asleep. So I stayed for awhile watching you grind your teeth. When you wake, there's a moment as you rise. You feel it all coming back and you realize you tried to amputate the parts that made you scared to die. Now it'll kill you if you let it. You’re a blackhole bending light beams backwards. Center caving, self collapsing inwards. Against the infinite you have no stature. Shrinking infinitely out of the picture. Look for the lever, try to break the pattern. Single crocus in the dead of winter.
Mansion 00:54
I am lying down. In the neighbors lawn. In my swimming trunks. With the sprinklers on.
Coverings 03:52
After movement. After song. After all the guests are gone. Softer edges ossify. Gargoyle at the break of dawn. Eyes upon the darkening stain. As it spreads across the picture frame. Before the faces disappear. Burn the image in my brain. You know what you can do. But you won’t. You know that you have to. Let it go. Saw you in a dream before. Standing at my open door. I would wait to watch you go. Follow you out in the cold. The noise surrounds me. Everything’s dissolving out of the scene. The waves are pounding. Swallowed all the buildings into the sea. Now we're returning. Every part of you I feel in me.
Chiaroscuro 03:09
Headlights through the kitchen window. Are you finally home? Head down on the table watching an abstract puppet show. With the light hope rises—in the darkness, well, there it goes. As I lose myself in chiaroscuro. Car keys clatter on the tile. You lunge for the phone. Your voice like a frightened child’s: he’s had some kind of stroke. Be calm my dear, I’m just moving a little slow. As it all approaches absolute zero. Now there's no one behind the curtain. How you hate hospitals. I know it's an awful burden, but that's the way it goes. I’d let you off the hook but by now you and I should know. We’re involved in something irreversible. They say nothing survives. But in the case we do. I’m afraid of my posthumous state—I don't know if karmic residue is something you'd even recognize—so here's what I'm going to do: take some time to erase myself, then whatever's left I'll leave with you. I’ll bury it in you.
Darker 03:54
I tried, you know, just to tow the line: love all the neighbors, live in the light. Sure I stumbled sometimes. Self-contained (a convenient lie). Every source of pain, every sting of pride had to come from the outside. But you. You won't even fight me fair. Wait for the darkness catch me unaware. You pull me close. Then you twist the knife. I don't wanna live with the kinds of trouble I keep finding myself in. Mirror to my left, mirror to my right. A void stretching out on either side. Is it your face or mine? Try to leave a mark. We carve our names. All cornered animals behave the same then get eaten alive. So that's it. I wash my hands, I cut my ties to the world and it's vicious appetites. Yes I am ready to die. I don't wanna live with the kinds of trouble I keep finding myself in. Something’s gotta give when the water keeps on rising and the walls are closing in. How long can I keep this tired act together? It's one short ambulance ride and then the waiting room forever. Tell me how do I make the right move now? Prepare me for the moment when my mind goes out. I am trying hard to follow the sound.
Bergeron 02:49
Tipping cup. Inverted crown. I’m a tarot card reading upside-down. All my strength it's been turned around. Always crushing me under a million pounds. I want to dance but I don't know how. And the will to be somebody slows me down. You gotta learn how to live on an ever shorter tether, but if you're good—even for once—it’s written you'll be good forever
Ariadne 05:53
One million doorways, I can't make up my mind. Hallucinating audiences just to hand me a lifeline. I want to love you I just don't have the time. Images of the primitive awakened from a dream. Console yourself with the morning bells but you can't shake the feeling of being tied down to a table; the guests are sharpening their teeth. Everyone is a hostage. How will we ever get free? We can't even go a minute without trying to burn an effigy. Go ahead get comfortable. Forget your past lives. The Devil's Mansion has many rooms inside. There's no features, there's no furniture but you’ve got nothing to hide. Everyone is a terrorist now. Don’t you know your neighbor? And if there's any chance of getting out you gotta make yourself remember. All my joys. All my grief. All my bones. Bury me in the floodplains.
Sleep 12:49
We can all agree it's a mixed bag for the living. Full of sorrow, full of grief. I ransacked the place for the single thought that could comfort me. Something small. Something sweet. It was once in the spring. You were on the porch—I heard you singing. From inside I sat and listened through the screen. Now it's the time. The last life raft is leaving my mind as it sinks out of sight. Would you stay for awhile—put your gnarled hands into mine? Hold me down. I feel so light  I could just float away. Just don't let me go to sleep. So long, my sweet. Hope the next time that we meet we’ll be whole, we’ll be weightless, we’ll be free.


released January 12, 2018


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TYPHOON Portland, Oregon

Typhoon is a band from Portland, OR.

Members: Kyle Morton, Toby Tanabe, Dave Hall, Pieter Hilton, Alex Fitch, Tyler Ferrin, Devin Gallagher, Shannon Steele


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