Eye. Runny.

by The Shortest Distance

supported by
/
  • Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.

    Each track comes with original art & lyrics embedded with each digital track. Additionally, charmingly psychedelic high-resolution 2600 x 2600 JPG versions of the album art come with the full album download.
    Thank you for your interest.

     $7 USD  or more

     

1.
2.
3.
4.
5.
6.
7.
8.
9.
10.
11.
12.
13.
14.
15.
16.
17.
18.
19.
20.
21.

about

Eye. Runny. by The Shortest Distance
Runtime - 1:20:08

credits

released 01 August 2014

Eye. Runny. is a song & visual cycle written, arranged, recorded, mixed, remixed, performed, directed, and otherwise produced by Ramsey Sprague and dedicated to BIVioletta (my bicycle) and all symbols big and small, private and public of circumspect personal empowerment.

But these things aren't fundamentally 'mine':

* All Neon Like ==> Fetus Style is a song originally entitled All Neon Like written by Björk Guðmundsdóttir,
* Indigital Revolution ==> (Somewhere Outside the) Center for the Performing Rich ==> Illuminaughty is an intentional, tongue-in-all-cheeks parody of the Rolling Stones' Under My Thumb,
* All of the graphic art, although visually remixed and 'art directed' by my own indigital digits, is almost entirely based on the original photography of Jean-Félix Fayolle of Nantes, France capturing our brief but epic adventures in Fort Worth, and
* The graphic "Raise Your Flag, Resistance is Fertile" incorporates a portrait of me performing at 1919 Hemphill by Lacey Espree.

This work indelibly carries the energies of the thousands of people who have crossed paths with me in the years since these songs first presented themselves, some of which go back well over 10 years. There is simply no way to properly acknowledge everyone and everything publicly. To present a gross oversimplification of the gratitude I carry in my prayers for those who have been so highly instrumental in my overall well-being as well as in the progress of my priority projects seems not only inadequate but inappropriate, as well. Please suffice it to say here that you are most dear to me, and despite my nuanced relationships to the political movements of our time, I love you and hold you precious within my intention of reciprocating the joy we share in knowing one another. If you encouraged the development of my ability to tell stories through song or otherwise, thank you so very much for caring to understand me.

Even with that said, I would be absolutely remiss to not mention that this curious document would simply not exist at all without Tammy Melody Gomez's willingness to open her private studio space at Alma Aquí in Fort Worth, Texas to me and my instruments for the time it took to get what was retrievable. In more ways than words can express, thank you and bless you Tammy!

If you are moved by any specific or general element of this work, please don't hesitate to send me a note.

-Ramsey

tags

license

feeds

feeds for this album, this artist
Track Name: Autonomy Star, Rest In Power <== On Being Loud and Taking Up Space and Then, Not Doing That Anymore
Autonomy Star, Rest In Power <== On Being Loud and Taking Up Space and Then, Not Doing That Anymore

I may say Happy Deathversary, my love
But, know, I'm not denying you of
The fact that you're still very fit to sing
Your songs still greet like early autumn breeze
Embracing a peace, awakening me
And though eventual frost may obscure every memorial frieze:
Like your dance for these ages
Your trails before their blazes
Your meals before courses
And all those carts before their horses

That death is distorted when thought-of, not sensed,
That once spacious love may sadly be condensed
To lamentatious wistfulness portends more than offense
So we celebrate new relations to make peace and hence
You are still forming thoughtful knots, apropos
Knots of your salubrious lively memories, though,
The feels that you shed cannot be controlled
But persistently they invite when one's choosing to know
The extent to a trickster's otherworldly disguise
As feet dangle freely through to other sides
To heal the perceptions of the deliverers of lies
To illuminate their unread libraries of the wise
To ease their startled looks and oh-so-trembl-y thighs

Yes,
I'm aware that a hint here suggests wild compromise
Your body is gone so what exactly's implied?
That your memory still dances while clasping our lives?
Still urges us, “Go! Explore! ... Improvise!” Hm?
Maybe with feet dangling wildly into unknown sides
Walking on air as freely as your joyful hair flies?
Or as carefully as the tears left uncried confide
Their salty secret's that we should feel at all
For those who have died?

That even when our instruments have all broken,
We still have our hearts and souls to play?

You said that to all of us
You say that to me
So I listen intently for the heartbeats that life shares
From amongst the cacophonic tribulations all living has dared
Our bloody rhythms everywhere, how we relate
In competition, selection
Tragedy, the state of the marketplace
You anticipated the changing rate of the commodified
Your palpitations sent the nutrients necessary for communal strides
A rebellious rhythm national you were
Pedal powered to the end
And you helped set the pace
At which our saving grace was embraced!

Can you not live forever?
Can you let me know from your vantage?
I just don't want you to go extinct
Track Name: The Manifest Destiny's Childs ==> Solstice
The Manifest Destiny's Childs ==> Solstice

Resources were allocated
Ready before I was even conceived
They called me Eugene
Skin preened with ancient themes
Halls decked out in social memes
I went through their routine, now I'm degreed
And an amputee
And you know what I mean
They worked hard to make me feel a select serie of story
Illuminating what I'd be tolerated to be
But I'll be who I am
Some impossibly human being

They tell me I'm part of some wave of love
Sent down from somewhere above
Oh the simplicity
Is ultimately deceiving
Cause I have roots from a home
Separated at birth from how a home is even known
And to deny these
Is at best demeaning
And as above, so below
And in all waves I find familiar frequencies betrothed
And many a heart buried deep
Under prostrate-wounded knees
I just want her to speak to me again
Through some one or some thing, she was my friend
An awakening is what she needs
Before she goes and lives out some colonizer's dream
Of me fighting me
Track Name: In The Court of the Goddess Green <== (A Boy Named) Meta Mary Sue
In The Court of the Goddess Green <== (A Boy Named) Meta Mary Sue

Get sexy with a god
Disrobe with an author-intellectual of a view
Go get 'em Mary Sue
Pursue some authenticity
And share some sweet bliss with the ending

Through insinuation
And self-insertion
Mary Sue
It's all you
Like a Meta Sue
Show em how you do

One plus one equals two
Numbers and letters can resemble runes
Eleven anew seen one split in two
But then there is three
When |absolute| perspective is allowed to be
So follow your parabolic trajectory
And the lights from the hearts
From a head
Go directly into yours instead...
Of your bed

Don't blame if you feel regret
You can neutralize any yet
Focus on the happening
Past, present, future collapsing
On you
Meta Sue
Marry you
Decide the truth
And pursue
Getting sexy with a god
Disrobing with your author
Sharing sweet bliss with... me!
Track Name: All Neon Like ==> Fetus Style
All Neon Like ==> Fetus Style

Not until you halo all over me
I may come over
But not until it shimmers 'round your skull
Will I be yours
Yet I, I weave for you
This marvelous web
Of glow in the dark threads
They're all neon like

The cocoon it surrounds you
It embraces all
So you can sleep
Fetus style
And they will assist us
Cause we're asking
Asking for help

And the voluminous, sonoluminous beam
That I feed you
It can care...

The soft distortion
Fills you up
Nourishes, nourishes
Your turtle heart
And they will assist us
Cause we're asking
Asking for help

And the voluminous, sonoluminous beam
That I feed you
It can care

Just don't get angry with yourself, don't
Don't get angry with yourself
Cause I'll heal you
With a razor blade
I'll cut a slit open
And the sonoluminous beam, yeah it heals you, honey
So don't get angry with yourself
Don't ya get angry with yourself
Cause I'll heal you

Be something new

Reflect the best of you

What else can one do
When one wants two

Heal you!
Track Name: Unprotected Speech <== ! <== ?
Unprotected Speech <== ! <== ?

Be the tree
Get your lumbering trunks limber
And sway
In an easy breeze
Maintain balance through patience
Even as your trunk is climbed by the curious
And your low-hanging fruit is consumed
Waste not, want not, they say
And soft leafy fingers can brush away doubt
In moves, brimming with spillage
When slippery when wet
Signs points to yes
And smiling ears
With feet
Giggle
With excitement for novelty
And story time mirrors
Even when tangled
In thicket
Frustrating situations like bramble
Difficult proliferations with THORNS!
Felt Keller-style
Hellen, minus the inciteful herstory genius

Thimbles are useful when stitching together the fabrics of our lives
Or when so-ing away the stressful
But so-so-ing is an easy norm
For a part-time tree, in first world-y society anyway
But we can learn to read the
Fleshy rings marking our inner revolutions
Complete calendar histories of satellites
In various phase of devotion
To the will to maintain astronomical orcosmic connection

As revolution after revolution is undertaken
The brave often find sweet young bark has a bite
That's worse than these hardier barkers
Of revolutionary rings more numerous
Than their own
Years of looking into eyes,
Of casting ayes to the persistent question of life
With lowered limb
And fruit at ready
All rings grow in unison, they just go unnoticed by most
Until a revolutionary present is observed
And lucky are those to have met each other in that kind of beauty

In complication and in ease
We are all like trees
Some gnarly and rooty
When we rise to seize the occasion of now
But from sapling to canopy
The treefinger brush upon our trunks engorges extremities
With the will to bare seeds
To an unknown future

Homes to many
We were in memory,
We are still
Though in the revolutionary present
[...]
Track Name: Boot Massage ==> Sole Laughter
Boot Massage ⟹ Sole Laughter

Slip into a lower gear
There's nothing to hide here
Nothing to fear
I am just here with you

Trust you can communicate
You've done it before
And it's never too late
But I can leave
Give you some space
I don't want your time to waste
No!
Just say the words and I'll go!
No pride will block, I'll say adieu
But until then I am /here/

Be wary of platitudes
That all is unique's a great attitude to take
Cause circumstance defines all

And at its heart
It's all gasoline art
Traded for fuel
By a crafty tool
Desiring our renewal

So I think for myself
Know 'bout my home
I question authority
Even my own
I imagine my foot
Had another shoe
What makes it so hard to do?

Memory, what say you?
Why is it so so?
Track Name: Eye. Runny. <== Entitled #I
Eye. Runny. <== Entitled #I

Inspired was the choice
Moved by the diamonds in my veins
That I should be that which remains
I ignored sound advice
Exploited innocent sacrifice
Bought guards to protect my things and my life
So I could feel more safe

My motives went all askew
Haunting all I accrued
Kissing up to the room with a view
All so I could
Keep my take
I don't belong left in no lurch or in no wake

So I blazed a path into a new blight
Worried figures simply became trite
When viewed from shadows of this ancient fight
Tacitly agreeing that might makes right

I grew a bored and flaky love
Threw off restraint and civil glove
From anyone took anything gotten hold of
All so I could
Burn a page
All so I could deflect some blame

Hey, more or less we’re the same
As we've both made it our aim
To whitewash the picture and sell the frame … … ...

And on our codependent names
I know our fear, that our livestock might betray
And rise up to demand a different game
Crocodile tears when fire keeps them tame
And should you ask if we are doomed to the same
If we critique, question, or cautiously say
We think we'd be better moving other ways
We're just children of god what more can I say?
Come on and prey
Every day
Come on and prey
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Unconscious to our disgrace are we
When we drown the good in our neighborhoods
From sea to poison sea
So we pray
Distraction, pave the way
To say, “So what?!”
Track Name: Screen Shot ==> 222 ==> Let Them Eat Communion
Screen Shot ==> 222 ==> Let Them Eat Communion

All my meanings dance around me in circles
I am but the intention of my different parts
In competition for the center of all the attention
- The mush pot of me-ness

They play duck, duck, goose until swan songs are sung
The cows come home
Pigs of a feather fly together
The buffalo roam free again
And I see that damned ivory bill peckin a southern tree

This princely, stammering prance-pede
Hops center to center always
In mush pots of wondrous
And hopeful communication
Seething with joy
And daring not to forget her name
Or why we came

Dance on they do
With feet in shoes, not in mouths
Where tongues are in /all/ cheeks
Trees join in
As the wise elders leaf
Us behind
Happy to wipe our behinds clean
Knowing their time with us is lean
Chording with the rhythm of life
Harmonizing with the signatures of time

Accordingly, if you open to the waves
Of ancestors frequently loving us rhythmically
And seek the beach of your heart waters
Where the big blue sun offers nightly tidal prayers
Praying we will
Feast eyes and pour light on the shadows
Flowing outward from the radiant mushing pot
Of our atmospheric connection
Then prey we do
Don't you?
On mostly but more than /just/ what we are rewarded to

We facilitate ash and particularly particulate matter
From our grandest of parent
We offer apoplectic apology
Dancers dancing
In honesty's moment
With ancient flame and friend
And eyes fixed
Upon the many changes
Many miss

Each and every one wants sustained bliss
The question is then how best to manage a demand like this
Track Name: A Movement <== Entitled #II
A Movement <== Entitled #II

Asking what it’s all about
Giving in and giving out
Question your intention
Gotta focus for retention
As I play for your love
Playin for reciprocation
Testing patience in this game
Cause practice betters aim

Does it mean to be alive?
Does it mean to freely talk in jive?
Does it mean to move into a groove?
Does it mean to dare to prove

All those things you know are true
Or let your life be glued
Leeching off the moved
When they biped their dreams nude
Living naked with an attitude
Vulnerable but still imbued
With strength beyond their years and food
Things that they’ve eaten to shift their mood
And though this may be crude
Don’t be angry, don't be rude
Cause love's not ugly or lewd

No, no, no

You oughta know that it’s got a gravity beggin’ us, “Be wooed!”
As some fight it because they are shrewd
And it seems to drag some out of the misconstrued
Leaving me to ponder who hasn't been clued

Who are you?

Asking what does motion mean?
What does motion mean?
What does a motion mean?
What does a motion mean?
What does a movement mean?
What does a movement mean?
What does this movement mean
As it relates to you and me
And do you see what I see?
Track Name: Morale Fiber ==> Asshole Whisperer
Morale Fiber ==> Asshole Whisperer

That I don’t control
The revolutionary role
Inside your mind
That love is there for you to find and define
And that’s the point
Do it, so you, too, can anoint
A new sun
A source of love and light and ever-coming fun
Because in context
We are all a mess
And if you can hear this
I want you to confess
That it's not our deficiencies we fear
It's our incredible power which has us filled with sheer
Panic in context of exploitation so near
Which is emboldened through the defense of greed
And destruction of the seeds of liberty
It all boils down to a common drone
Question authority even in terms of your own

Because while I don’t control
The revolutionary role
Inside your mind
And that love is there for you to find and define
That point gets blurred
Enough for it to become disturbed
And you might concede
That this interaction defines your need
But I don’t control
The revolutionary role
That defines your fate
That love is there for you to find and celebrate
And that’s the point
And that's the point
And that's the point
And that's the point!

But if you don't do it
There's not much I can say
But I'ma go on and play
My heart and soul every single day
Cause that's the point
Yeah that's the point
Cause that's the point
Cause that's the. on-ly. point...
And that's the point
And that's the point
And that's the point
And that's the point
And that's the point
And that's the point
And that's the point
And that's the point
And that's the point
And that's the point
And that's the point
And that's the point
And that's the point
And that's the point
And that's the point
And that's the point
And that's the point
And that's the point
And that's the point
And that's the point
And that's the point
And that's the point
And that's the point
And that's the point
And that's the point
And that's the point!

But if you don't do it
There's not much I can say!
And that's the point
And that's the point
And that's the point
And that's the point
And that's the point
And that's the point
And that's the point
And that's the point
And that's the point
And that's the point
And that's the point
And that's the point
And that's the point
And that's the point
And that's the point
And that's the point...
Track Name: In- and Ex- <== Halethcare
In- and Ex- <== Halethcare

We
There is no we now
And maybe there never was
A string of forced, uncomfortable gatherings
Punctuated our familial traditions
Commas – turned – semi-colons – turned – eventual strings of periods
Of silence
Where the small talk wore off
And the hurt tinted all
Where it was easier to just not talk
Than to dance around the talking about 'it'

Nobody talked about these things then
And nobody helps us now
Even as tragedy looms amongst the unstated emotions
That get reflected back to us
As we do unto the others in our lives

We recognize familiar behaviors in the juveniles under our influence
They show us the bittersweet years
Of growing to fit the containers of /our/ bondage
Blending and balancing for the lot of us
When we permit them demonstrate our missteps
Their help lies in these noisy needs
With their challenging deeds
They're as removed from the quiet ache as they are
From the prideful reasons for its existence

That is, unless we do unto them
What was done unto us

But when the doing so is free
They demand meaning, care, connection
Shaming our sharp punctuations with gasping whys
How did they come to so bluntly beating bushes from cradle to grave?
Born into, but, saved from
The pressures we understood so palpably
Wearing what we could only have dreamt of
Dreaming Jackie O.'s and Lisa Marie's
Taught to be dependent so completely upon whom we'd marry
And be paid to carry
The giant man child strapped to the backs
Of the feminine resolve of Babylon
With all its nearly meaningless gatherings
Almost all of which makes her work even harder
As prescribed from its semantic babbling history

The youth answer our unasked questions
If we choose to listen
If we lay our pains to rest in the eventual graves
To which we so effortlessly flow
If we let go with our ego's ground grasping toes
And make time to play
Our heart and soul's in the know that
We're already saved
There's no need to be afraid

They're just our kids
And they are just taking over
::sigh::
Track Name: LAWCRY ==> The Lawcrymologist ==> 121 ==> The Newest Testament
LAWCRY ==> The Lawcrymologist ==> 121 ==> The Newest Testament

You know, I needed one happy poem
So I decided to sit down and write one
Tried to remember all the times
That I laughed so hard that I cried
But it was so overpowering
That I couldn’t do anything but sing
La, la-la, la, la, la, la-la, la, la, la-la love is the law
La, la, la, la LOVE IS THE LAW!

And so great it is that absurdities fly
Because it gives my laughter something to be fueled by
The comedy of life in the first world
When you are rich and have extra time
Will feed sardonic wits endlessly
As long as we have our eyes to see
And this is all besides playing with your friends, wild
Or the joy of knowing a child

As you can plainly see
I have much that can fill me with glee
And as you can plainly see
There is much that makes me happy
Even when I'm faced with ignorant naïvety
I know my patience in a way can set them free
Cause they're just like me

Yeah just like me, and I'm
Thankful I’m alive not having been the casualty of another working bee
Or the victim of an angry mob
Or an act of God, but that’s a kind of joke
We all trust that God doesn’t act
It just lays way back and let’s us do all of the work
I guess being God has its perks

But as you can plainly see
I have much that can fill me with glee
And as you can plainly see
There is much that makes me happy
Even when /I'm/ filled with ignorant naïvety
I know my patience in a way will have me see
God! That it's just like me
To go finger casting

But as you can plainly see
And as you can plainly see
Even when I'm faced with ignorant naïvety
It's just showing me
The next love story in store for me, yeah

La-la, la, la, la, la-la, la, la, la-la, la, la, la, la-la
La, la, la-la, la, la, la, la-la, la, la, la-la, la, la, la, la-la
Track Name: A Clean Pallette <== Finally
A Clean Pallette <== Finally

I can finally hear dogs barking again
Hear autos moving
Trains howling in the wind
Life sprouts within my sensory perception
As responsibility droopy-eyes and pouty-lipses
Its war on this, my privileged meditations
Silent, my location speaks volumes
A cool, curious air beckons me both
To climb mountain
And curl into cave of cloth
With tender longing
Choice is a tireless master
And I'm occasionally brought to rapid boil by its heat
My foamy former contents then finally liberated
Soon carbonized, they'll easily flake
Off the emotional range on which I simmer
I checked! – I'm ready to be devoured!

In moments like this I just close my eyes
And let my dreams begin to surmise... … ...
Track Name: Delit ==> Sui Generis
Delit ==> Sui Generis

My love
Trembles!
My love quakes through
To your side of the earth!
To upheave you onto its waves
Of vibratory longing
Un tablista listo, you surf my sentiment
In clear course of collision
Determined to cut the space between like a sheet with yours
To vanquish doubt
And encapsulate the now airborne dust
In crystalline micro-chamber moments
Floating as locket-sized geodes of remembrance
That future generations will discover to come to know how
We flourished as others could only dream!!! … … ...

But in reality
Splayed upon this shortest of distances
My love
Is simply
Satiably
Necessarily
Smiling ;-)
Smiling =)
Smiling ^,^
Smi XD ling
Track Name: lo sé y és oK <== la abstinencia
lo sé y és oK <== la abstinencia

A pesar de que
Las razones
Fueron tristes

Y a pesar de que
Es difícil que
Me entendás mi voz

A pesar de
Todos éstes

Abajo un cielo
Que está siempre hundiéndose
La opción nueva
Está esperándote

Y funciona
Te toma
A una
Nueva cara

Y por eso te traigo
Some cosas
Raras
A la nueva
Prueba
De alma
Y fuerza
De danza
De paciencia
Y la traigo
Sustancia
Y otras cosas
A la nueva
Idea
A pesar de
La voz que dice
“¿Por qué?”

Por qué no?
Cómo no?
Porque abajo un cielo
Que está siempre disminuyéndose
La nueva síntesis
Está esperándonos
Aunque no sé /exactamente/ la cual sos
Track Name: Cause Célèbre ==> A Heavenly Music Corporation
Cause Célèbre ==> A Heavenly Music Corporation

Mirrors, mirrors on all the walls
Y'all may help prevent a fall
But trends are trends after all
And many a siren beckons call

Let's be honest I burn too bright
To stray long into a shadow's life
A lonely surgery gave us the knife
Now a memory suture holds us tight
Bound imbalance
She'll dissolve
As we adopt each other
In lesson and gall
Audacity drove us
If you do recall
How dare we
Continue to stall! … … ...

In this hard earned stillness
All for our precious narcissus
We'll freeze even the flowingest
And classically mount, then, reframe it

Trust us, it's ok
Dust to dust they say
What's the fuss
When it earns you endless lusty Jesuses anyway … … ...

Mirrors, mirrors ceilings and floors
Collection is an alternative form of war
But in such dismality against whom or
What is your arming for?
Track Name: A Bah'a'a'ah Relief <== Code Switch
A Bah'a'a'ah Relief <== Code Switch

Oooooo! Eu has tragedy by the throat!
Hehe – when Eu laughs, it's so grounded
Understandingly
Eu remembers all too clearly
Eu's mostly-friendly commodity which has been with Eu
For longer than Eu cares to remember
Longer than Eu can /actually/ remember

Boxcars of buyers it brings Eu
But Eu has no room for their callous insecurity
And its attention, greedy
Binging and purging in incestuosity
With inherited ad valorem mating ritual
Rendered viciously moot by falsely termed “free trade”
And its “duty free” ports of call - so full of shit

Eu travels lightly and owns little more than relationships
The shortest distances to which are circles
And Eu relates these through varied mode of communication
Rooting out what works to preserve the closeness and community
True relationships demand
And what doesn't
But, sure, when crossing paths with the crossed
Eu will glow with their flow to illuminate the path out
Of their so-so sewing of seeds
Their future generations from no-fault defaulty
Uncareful pre-deeding of terrorificallytorial lands
To be brokered by hand, ham-fistedly
And arms, all army-like
Until their springs, off as /ever/
With their demand for similarly crossed friends
Have memorized the price of nails!

Eu steps outside of concentric familial shells
Fitting in fittingly with the misfits of the misfits
And the further complicits in revolutionary perspectives
Broadening Eu's body language
And damning no dance
Dancers will damn their damn selves if need be
It's up to Eu to simply support Eu's dance's needs
And supplement it
With healthy doses of questioning
The only tragedy in such a position
Is remaining silent when in opposition
Being reactionarily cruel
When one is but a school of one
Remaining in place
When leaving's the best case
Or falling asleep... … ...
In the midst of an important bedtime story

Eu offers ¡explosives!
If a big bang is needed
Consoles tender, hole-y wounds
When best to offer calmer treatment
But Eu typically sticks to sensitive
Eu tries to remain responsive
Eu strives to stay swimmingly humane
And Eu better fucking believes
Eu is never not a /nervous/ system
Track Name: Indigital Revolution ==> (Somewhere Outside the) Center for the Performing Rich ==> Illuminaughty
Indigital Revolution ==> (Somewhere Outside the) Center for the Performing Rich ==> Illuminaughty

Attention money grubbing scum
It's absurd, but I guess you've used your weapons
Attention money grubbing scum
Your selfish vision is a damned one
Breaks down to we
And we know where our hearts reside
Down to we, a change will come
Attention money grubbing scum!
Ain't it the truth, babe?

Yeah, hiding is fun
When transcendent love is what's begun
Hiding is fun
And seeking joy fills expectant lungs
Enough to scream, we are free
As much as we exercise to be
Enough to scream, deep from our lungs
Suspending disbelief's fun!
In temperance's love

Yes this stance is some
Siamese dream of a noise
This dance is some
Hypnosexist kind of poise
We're here down with the
Black and white
Temporarily playing duality
Down with the ancient rite
Theatrical invite!
Though most have received a slight

Can you say “digital divide?”
Do you dare to ask why?
Oh say can you see?
The systemic continuity here
Can't you see the rich launder the tons
There's no excuse for their dungeons!
And it's not alright
Take it easy babe
But you gotta help fight

But in rage and drum
The careless can become their own pain
Arch-rivalries unconsciously tend to betray
So be unity, and own your shit
What you resist persists if not doing it
Own your shit, a change will come
Don't be comfortably numb!
Refuse to succumb
To hell with popular pablum
Elitist cancers are done
When you welcome indigital revolut[ion]
Track Name: Eugengineering <== Pink World
Eugengineering <== Pink World

Eugene
You genius
Eugenia
I tell ya
I feel for all of your sordid 'phrenias

Show me
Eugenia
Just what you see in psychedelia
How movements move you
Beyond their intent
With inexplicable consequence

Mmhmm, oh yeah, mmhmm
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I may appear some dirty child, hmph!
Neither tender nor so mi-mi-mi-mild
Inviting cultures in from the wild, hey!
But I'm aware of how they have been organized
Through ritual and story
And career vehicles idling amongst the graves of the fallen
Of all sides
Take heart cause the truth don't die

Eugene
I mean
To say you are so free
From any point
In history
When you question authority, think for yourself, and see
The privilege of the lords and the queens
And of their courts
Tell me, what is so obscene about believing in beauty?
Without irony?
Without being phony?
C'mon Eugene
Love us like you are free
Like you wanna be...
At least if I'm remembering correctly...

Eugene
You genius
You could have it all
Don't force Eugenia to take a fall

Eugenia
I feel for ya
You genius
Shh
Look at how you've missed us
Shh
Track Name: #Soso <== siː. ɑr. hwaɪ. <== Colony Collapse?
#Soso <== siː. ɑr. hwaɪ. <== Colony Collapse?

/It's true/
One's having nightmares of ones having dreams
What a special place this is, it seems
That one would worry as ambitions burst at their seams
Projecting a so-so love upon all who engage
As bright as the high beams reciprocal to every stage

/...slow down.../

Our fate's entwined, that's no lie to one's mind
Even in predation's indifference, a kind-of kindness in-and-of itself
Don't forget where one is going when driven to thrive
One's fleshy leash of a vehicle included, all mediums are alive
With stories of place in relation to how
The Artist/Creator holds forth in the experimental now
Communion is obviously the desired fruit here
So praise be to all She offers for sustenance
Life support's within even the bitterest roots and shoots
So I ask, who will be the one to scold Her
For what we know She must do?

“Not I, no not I,” sings the passive fool
“After all, I've treated her badly, though, not as badly as you, haha
Me? I dream of overgrown fields and evergreens ever green
Of seeing her forests for all of her trees
(Running past each, I ignore wounded knee)
Cutting my face on briars at times in dense patch of bush
Eventually scarring all over this way
But it just doesn't seems matter that much
My privileged OS helps keep me at flush!...”

So, one's having nightmares of ones having these dreams
Where ascendance requires the acquisition of more things
Where touchscreen time-warp GUI this
Leads to vacashaking overgrown children on induljunkets that
Is all time and resource squandered
So ones can block popups of the consequences of digitized cats?
Plastics, arrogant non-compostability
Unemptied post-genocidal trash cans
To anaerobically rot to a new kind of pristine?
Toxically indiscriminate, wastefully obscene!

This selfie's no exception, no extraordinary love
A gentle trickster's path to self deception and rut
Energized by presence on shared precipice so near
Sixth great extinction, geological angst, my dear
Permission to enjoy the gitfiddle of Nero delighting here, no doubt
And enjoin the quest for within you... “go without”
Even as so many Mary are /quite/ to the contrary
Ones can honor the slaughter by seriously defending each other
No need to pander to markets of dino dynasties dying
At stake, just a few billion ordinary lives
How could we not cry?
Make space for more meanings in our mush pots and then retry?
But if one's having nightmares of one's having of dreams
Question the worth of such visions by their means
Every hair is on end, cause if fairness was friend
Her scales wouldn't portend the love of all lives being left to bleed out!
Simultaneously!
The needfulness of every digital screen!

What a special place this is, it seems
Where lobotomies assert their power to heal
And selfies with filters for bloody fingers get by by not being real
Bye, bye not being real
Track Name: Closing ==> (Parenthetical) ==> Preyer Salad to the Quartz Tools
Closing ==> (Parenthetical) ==> Preyer Salad to the Quartz Tools

Eye. Runny. is a song & visual cycle written, arranged, recorded, mixed, remixed, performed, directed, and otherwise produced by Ramsey Sprague and dedicated to BIVioletta (my bicycle) and all symbols big and small, private and public of circumspect personal empowerment.

But these things aren't fundamentally 'mine':

* All Neon Like ==> Fetus Style is a song originally entitled All Neon Like written by Björk Guðmundsdóttir,
* Indigital Revolution ==> (Somewhere Outside the) Center for the Performing Rich ==> Illuminaughty is an intentional, tongue-in-all-cheeks parody of the Rolling GemStones' Under My Thumb,
* All of the graphic art, although visually remixed and 'art directed' by my own indigital digits, is almost entirely based on the original photography of Jean-Félix Fayolle of Nantes, France capturing our brief but epic adventures in Fort Worth, and
* The graphic "Raise Your Flag, Resistance is Fertile" incorporates a portrait of me performing at 1919 Hemphill by Lacey Espree.

This work indelibly carries the energies of the thousands of people who have crossed paths with me in the years since these songs first presented themselves, some of which go back well over 10 years. There is simply no way to properly acknowledge everyone and everything publicly. To present a gross oversimplification of the gratitude I carry in my prayers for those who have been so highly instrumental in my overall well-being as well as in the progress of my priority projects seems not only inadequate but inappropriate, as well. Please suffice it to say here that you are most dear to me, and despite my nuanced relationships to the political movements of our time, I love you and hold you precious within my intention of reciprocating the joy we share in knowing one another. If you encouraged the development of my ability to tell stories through song or otherwise, thank you so very much for caring to understand me.

Even with that said, I would be absolutely remiss to not mention that this curious document would simply not exist at all without Tammy Melody Gomez's willingness to open her private studio space at Alma Aquí in Fort Worth, Texas to me and my instruments for the time it took to get what was retrievable. In more ways than words can express, thank you and bless you Tammy!

If you are moved by any specific or general element of this work, please don't hesitate to send me a note.

-Ramsey