You would know me if you saw me on the road
I’m imposing, I’m explosive, I’m precocious, I’m the most
I’m a roving roiling presence, I’m a lesson of the coast
I’ve sung this song before, by now you’re certain how it goes, but...
Can you sing along?
I don’t hold you to the best, but
Can’t you see the lines and dots?
Don’t you feel as if you’re missing something?
Do you understand?
You think you know the mistress, well
You see me as I am, but...
I’m a skeptic of the senses, I don’t think you’ve broke
The terror found in relishing pretention, I don’t think you’ve spoke
To any of your characters, purveyors of your barriers
The scariest it gets is far behind the world you know, so...
Can you sing along?
She was looking like a summer
Can’t you see the lines and dots?
And in turn, beget the sun within her
Do you understand?
You think you know the mistress, well
You see me as I am, but...
Can you see me with the lights off?
The quale I brought to class?
Articulate the beauty of a flower held behind my back
Face down, ass up, represented in the black auditorium
We’re telling stories of a blasphemous aurator
Is the fur still succulent and downy in the mind
Face down, tail up, feel it jostle in your hand
It’s the beauty of a flower held behind my back
I’m that doggie in the window of your church
Every Sunday, you could see me if your muzzle formed the words
Think absurdly in the evening, think concretely by the dawn
Think along the lines you recognize, but never dared to walk
Can you sing along?
I don’t hold you to the best, but
Can’t you see the lines and dots?
Don’t you feel as if you’re missing something?
Do you understand?
You think you know the mistress, well
You see me as I am, but...
Can you sense the gold within a Friendship saved?
Can you lens the lurid lines belied inside On A Clear Day?
Can you grab the squalid square laid bare amongst a Desert Rain?
Can you nab the stained stripes entwined a meek Untitled 8? I say!
Can you sing along?
She was looking like a summer
Can’t you see the lines and dots?
And in turn, beget the sun within her
Do you understand?
You think you know the mistress, well
You see me as I am, but...
Can you see me with the lights off?
The quale I brought to class?
Articulate the beauty of a flower held behind my back
Face down, ass up, represented in the black auditorium
We’re telling stories of a blasphemous aurator
Is the fur still succulent and downy in the mind
Face down, tail up, feel it jostle in your hand
It’s the beauty of a flower held behind my back
Hi, I'm Patricia Taxxon. I make music for different moods. All of my (non-contract) tunes are free to use for any of your projects, commercial or otherwise, with credit.
This collaborative album considers the notion of time, with each of its electroacoustic tracks unfurling at a measured pace. Bandcamp New & Notable May 1, 2023
A fascinating, shape-shifting record from Chinese experimental rap artist OHYUNG, melding frenetic pop with noise and drone loops. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 14, 2020