Static

by The Asthmatic

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Trip 05:22
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Night Time 05:48
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When your dreams have stopped and frozen with the night chills Rain’s pinpricks weighing the thought and story down Staining the bed, becoming a stain Rings crosses the sheet to the neck Watches the night The moon has rotated round It’s curves cratered, lipping into edges Count them Trickle your gaze down into your eyes Hold it tight
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Voyeur 02:10
Given the circumstances, I find it hard to believe that I'm happy I am a voyeur Every crack in the shades is an Ornament driven, ornament laden brown box And the shadows it's cultivated Are moving through the windows At third-rate, full start speeds Bending windows outwards, stairs Closer, Ribbed bullets Metal bars Feedback into electric frenzy I am a voyeur Given the circumstances, I find it hard to believe I'm happy My impact statement At my leisure Says the following: I have X and Y to do Leave me to it And let it sink in My impact statement At my leisure Says the following: I have X and Y to do Leave me to it And let it sink in
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She wrecks it She necks it Reflect and bend it Down hallways Past dealers of mags and rock But she chucks her eyes forward into the stateroom And out comes a hand, clenching them in fist And all she can feel now is a sweat and a quiver Down the middle of her legs An insatiable appetite thrown up from the blood She lies tired on the floor, as she hadn’t acted She had retracted, held it all in To bubble the skin and rims of the nostrils, the eyes The nail clipping tin Forcing back in their places, the tacks That fell from the tips, to only crawl back Like Legos caught under toes, she’ll reel and throw back To look at the tacks But really, it lasts seconds, mere seconds Rim lined impressions on satin and silk The skin wears the same patterns, so this stomach starts to swim Again comes the loop, scary circle Again comes the shadow, shiny and minuscule
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She wrecks it She necks it Reflect and bend it Down hallways Past dealers of mags and rock But she chucks her eyes forward into the stateroom And out comes a hand, clenching them in fist And all she can feel now is a sweat and a quiver Down the middle of her legs An insatiable appetite thrown up from the blood She lies tired on the floor, as she hadn’t acted She had retracted, held it all in To bubble the skin and rims of the nostrils, the eyes The nail clipping tin Forcing back in their places, the tacks That fell from the tips, to only crawl back Like Legos caught under toes, she’ll reel and throw back To look at the tacks But really, it lasts seconds, mere seconds Rim lined impressions on satin and silk The skin wears the same patterns, so this stomach starts to swim Again comes the loop, scary circle Again comes the shadow, shiny and minuscule
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All the time wondering how to make the sounds That come out of a foreign mouth Sign and complete the back I drown them out with dulcet tones, strange spiritual incantations As repetitive as Jelinek, Poe, maybe Carroll Strange, enormous strings coming at me from tinny speakers There are no further delays or disruptions This is music for people who can’t fall asleep Locked away in a room close to the street The bend of a phrase is telling I’m writing horror crunched in Falling into the horn section
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All the time wondering how to make the sounds That come out of a foreign mouth Sign and complete the back I drown them out with dulcet tones, strange spiritual incantations As repetitive as Jelinek, Poe, maybe Carroll Strange, enormous strings coming at me from tinny speakers There are no further delays or disruptions This is music for people who can’t fall asleep Locked away in a room close to the street The bend of a phrase is telling I’m writing horror crunched in Falling into the horn section
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Pressure 01:20

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Recorded at my house in Gorham, ME and Mad Attic Studios in Portland, ME within the last year or three.
All Songs Were Written by Sigrid Harmon
Cover Photo by Sigrid Harmon

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released November 29, 2020

The Asthmatic/Sigrid Harmon - Vox, Mini Korg, Loop Pedal, Various Synths, Sampler
1-11 was recorded at my house in Gorham
12-16 was recorded by Mike McInnis at Mad Attic Studios
1,2, and 16 were "produced" by Sigrid Harmon, the rest was kept the way it was found/recorded.

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Avant-garde collage pieces with old-time (y) vocals.

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