Fresh from the coffers of the Estate, available are limited edition Digipak CDs of Rhys Langston's first full-length, Aggressively Ethnically Ambiguous.
Includes 12-page full color booklet of handwritten lyrics with four additional portraits taken by Parker Day.
The album digitally releases on September 1st, but orders of the CD will be shipped out one week early, to reward the early adopters.
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Includes unlimited streaming of Aggressively Ethnically Ambiguous
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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lyrics
hydrophile mutants,
may your warm sands
lead you to roads
and insurance claims
the desert took me in,
yeah I was swallowed by the landless
finna bury my chest in dunes
of unmarked desert,
street view to pass along,
under mine and over pleasure.
face was tanned leather
while the pretext was the weather,
the whirls of cyclones
disassembled me better.
lacking water, last straw,
stripped camel’s back and law,
sweated over cold steel
while hands gripped, raw.
sun beat down; I felt the sound.
distance to the spring felt profound.
collated my palms with the distance.
traded last leaf of hibiscus
for the passage out of camp,
under darkness,
cover, listless
ain’t trying life with them bandits,
for when she left that night, yeah I was stranded
my coffer vacated to be just a shell of what she had branded:
skin was raised,
sensitive to light,
burnt to the touch for a fortnight,
keloid kept the 20/20 hindsight,
skipped the seance in the canyon for what just might
headlong toward horizons,
the cracked glass,
perfect timing, read the hands.
my sweat swallowed the dust,
tallied captain’s log, and
I surveyed the land
This excess nightfall strikes me
as forces beyond my control
brandishing their egos:
I am not afraid,
never have I been so
felt a brooding presence and so I sped forth.
by the sky format, stars, I supposed north
the blowing, rising earth had consumed my torch,
but darkness had always been my sport
against the wind held on,
trudged through dunes to where I felt no map would chart from.
and at point I dug myself deep,
closed my eyes until I felt the heat.
the definition of idiosyncratic; a beautiful, raw odyssey through depersonalization and free association against the canon and toward a new one Rhys Langston