From the Estate come both of Rhys Langston's 2019 releases on limited edition cassette. Enjoy for the first time Langstónian salvos on the warm hiss of tape.
Includes unlimited streaming of the T.C. Wash Suite
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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lyrics
intro to admiration,
9/10ths on the debit,
unleaded verse per gallon,
the word as credit, settled, said it
for journey post “read it”,
I-10 motions stuck to shift comprehension
(check)
self-indented, concrete, and curbside,
seemed to stop at the signs
signifying speed limit of the mind,
ticketed.
rolling without pause, line drive
wishing that
driver’s side note focus would just
elicit rep,
but fuck,
no forward movements,
losing confidence enthused with
loose scripts blown by airs
that regulate ownership, newness,
registration, license,
stoppage quotas,
monthly cycles,
car door exit clipping bike lane Haysoos
annotating red line bibles.
left vehicle in idle,
stomach prod rifle,
produced by uniform seeking libel
issuing a civil claim title
on a wordless roadside writer
(naw, naw, naw, naw, naw
hold up)
(just some)
wool pool over, eyes flash dash
scramble reason
uninhibited travel
so contradicts the held-up freeman.
who says
“seeing is believing,
“writing is intellectual peeing,”
officer notes attempt at public urination
as citation, treason
(about $73)
adjust black collar,
strolls back to squad car gripping baton
for protest/holler,
but he sees something else,
protagonist writer parked on the block,
inspiration searching in self.
‘cause all these compelling bars
held hostage in memory bank hold ups,
hold up
these compelling bars
held hostage in memory bank hold ups,
hold up
the definition of idiosyncratic; a beautiful, raw odyssey through depersonalization and free association against the canon and toward a new one Rhys Langston