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by H. C. Turk

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released December 5, 2014

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H. C. Turk

Space pirates steal skinny gals. Ideas are greater monsters than the demons they explain. I'd bare my soul, but don't want to bore.

These Mystiphysical treasures can be found in my work, brainy music to make you think about feeling fantastic. In a sonic world where art is the ultimate animal, music evolution never ends, rising from the depths of the psyche to sing across a new sky.
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Track Name: Who Could Count In Thousands?
To arrive at history, Kelada found a different route. With the sun pressing low rays along the landscape, he looked down to the emotional state left by traffic. A broad moat, retaining sand of every color found in the nation, encircled the temple. To enter and depart, the dancers stepped across white and black and brown and tan and gold. The footprints numbered hundreds or more, and who could count in thousands? Without correlating height, weight, and corresponding depth of impression, Kelada found her footprints. In this light, each shape was but a bright bottom with a darker edge revealed by an illumination that people can better accept than understand. Shadows, shapes implied by negated light, do not elude revelation. Though the sun throws its light through space with ferocious heat, observation is an acceptance, not an activity. Kelada knew the fem’s steps from history, illumed by the light of a different life when the girl had been blessed, and cast her curse across his heart.
Track Name: The Seven Dubious Sins
And now, a PSA from our station, WEND: The End Of The World. Today’s message, brought to you by the Seven Dubious Sins, is a guideline for surviving Darkday:

•Dress appropriately: wear something suitable for a funeral—your own.

•Don’t give candy to demons when they come to your door. Give them your sweet spirit.

•Remember that the devil can only beat you at this game by wielding the power of another person’s soul. To wield another’s soul can be many things, from marriage to murder. This is no time for a quickie, folks.

→ Knock knock.
→ Who’s there?
→ Your greatest desire.
→ I already have it. I’m healthy and happy and have a loving family.
→ But remember when…or wouldn’t you love to…?
→ Well, just a little.
→ G O T C H A .

•Remain safe in your home and the nasties will pass. No person alive is homeless; houses don’t count. Your home is your heart. The devil won't enter unless invited.

•Demons cause no pain. They rehash the greatest sorrow in your life, even if it has yet to arrive.

•Only one demon is out today: the demon of fail, epic fail. When you come face to face, with the truth of your life in between, look him in the eye and see if he can stare you down.
Track Name: A Common State Of Nightmarish Foolishness
Through necessity, we slept in the bog one night, on the firmest ground witches could find. The sole dry area, however, was scarcely large enough for our bags, much less our bodies. Therefore, we both accepted total stillness, since any tossing about would have us rolling down a slope to appalling circumstances. And fully static I remained after falling asleep, for my mud coating dried to stiffen me, the sporadic drizzles that night only enough to irk my face from the moistened mud drooling into my eyes, such an annoyance as to attack me unconsciously; for one drop of mud I thought a blinding torrent set me into a common state of nightmarish foolishness wherein I believed that a water snake was eating my eyes as I proved myself the sinner by swimming hellishly away. Then I awakened long enough to comprehend that the true difficulty was no more than stinging rain even as I rolled over to shield my face with my fingers, finding better use for that hand as I lost balance and began tumbling down the slope with no ability to cease, a mere witch’s limbs inadequate for overcoming God’s own gravity, into the muck, through the layer of slime, gagging at once in anticipation of having the stuff on my tongue and therefore spitting it out in advance, which only opened my mouth and allowed a true ingestion, a most effortful and required gagging ensuing as I immediately threw myself upward in a harsh awakening, clambering up the slope to collapse face down, arms spread across God’s mediocre earth for support, mouth in the dirt, but how to tell with all the muck on my tongue from immersion? Though Marybelle did not bother to awaken through this, being so superior a witch as to sense a sister’s thoughts in her sleep, she next rolled over while retaining her balance, nudging my bag with her sinners’ shoes enough for it to roll away and down, lost in the mud, the entire remaining night finding me concerned with the horrors of retrieving it in the morning, having to search the sludge with my face below the surface in order to reach bottom. Therefore, at first light, up I leapt to throw myself into the scum and thereby begin my torment immediately so as to end it as soon as possible, God willing, which He was not, though in a manner I was most successful, easily reaching upward from my position mired in the mud to grasp my case where it had lodged on a stone, remaining dry and muckless. But a failure I was in attempting to crawl out of the sludge with the bag instead of tossing it upward or asking Marybelle to remove it from my grasp, for too great was the weight for me to overcome the slippery bank, sliding backward and down, both myself and the bag well mired again in the mud, this another instance in my doomed life of finding a nightmare come true to torment me, Marybelle by then awake and on her way, surely having reveled in the finest night’s sleep of her lifetime, I bloody well hoped.
Track Name: Anyone Is Everyone
The illness of Earth is ignorance, of which Man might cure himself, if ideas were not greater monsters than the demons they explain.
Even as everyone is anyone, so all is the only.
So all, so all…
Even as everyone is anyone…
Is anyone…
Is anyone…?
Track Name: Like A Tomb
“The terrible magic of death.”

“How’s that?”

“The tiny pictures have the perfect look of people, but never move. To never move is to be dead.”

“What’s the difference between a photograph and any other art, like painting or sculpture?”

“Paintings and carvings only resemble people and things. Your tiny pictures are so perfect that they try to duplicate the world. This type of mockery is false creation.”

“Photographs are perfect memories, not perfect mockery.”

“Memories are not perfect. They are much more than what is seen. Blind people have memories.”

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He had found a vision in his desk: a tintype of Miss Lace given him as a memento when she was especially depressed. But the marshal felt the need to examine the real person instead of her image; for one was kinetic and completely alive, the other just a still picture.

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Belinda in that moment longed for stasis in her life, convinced that her emotions had progressed enough; for what could surpass the epitome of feeling that Frank had secured with his touch? And here was her wish, to hold this sensation, stopped in stride forever, her emotion the mark of a justified life, not like a tomb, but a photograph.
Track Name: House Of Strangers
Walked away from a life of danger
Choked with love, he could not breathe
All he knew was a house of strangers
Seeking peace, he had to leave

Ran away from a job and family
Sought escape through a human crack
Wife and children separating
Walked away and never looked back

He tried to pass by a house of mirrors
But saw his castle had become a shack
His twisted vision had to come from fear or
The last reflection was a maniac

Ran away from a life of sorrow
Took a train to the final track
Left behind a life he had borrowed
Walked away and never looked back

On the road to another nation
Found a door and stepped inside
Space extended in all directions
Took a look and had to hide

He flew a plane and approached damnation
He dove on auto across the black
Between his duty and his desperation
He fell to family by flying back

Walked away from a house of strangers
Resignation was his attack
Learned his love was the only danger
On his knees, came crawling back
Track Name: Because You're Breathless
You sent a message from the moon
While running out of air
Your time had ended much too soon
Ask me if I care

When you left to change the world
Leaving me behind
You proved that even endless love
Is just a state of mind

Reading letters from the moon
I see you in the sky
Down to earth and out of touch
I never learned learn to fly

I got a postcard sent from Mars
Big names filled the page
Exploring love from star to star
Space could be your stage

Sadder secrets hide from day
Haunting dreams at night
In better books, they'd fly away
Sparkling like a kite

Reading letters from the moon
How can I reply?
Down to earth and out of touch
I never learned learn to fly

Calling numbers, damaged math
Strangers answer back
Lost along electric paths:
Bad connections' track

I'll write a letter yesterday
Sent before your time
When living safe was such a waste
And you were always mine

What I'd give to have you back
My remaining time
Because you’re breathless, I’ll be there
If only in my mind

Reading letters from the moon
See me in the sky
Down to earth and out of touch
Running out of time

Sadder secrets hide from day
Haunting dreams at night
In better books, they'd fly away
Sparkling like a kite

Reading letters from the moon
I see you in the sky
Down to earth and out of touch
I never learned learn to fly
Track Name: Phantom Farm
I have to send these dragons back in time
They burned my house and drank my wine
I'll rent some zombies for the day
They work for scrap then hit the grave

I have to send these zombies back to hell
They stole my unicorns, and smell
These racist fiends can't take the heat
They hate all men with living meat

Vampires stalk my fields at night
They drink my blood and start a fight
My guard-dog dragons went berzerk
Their fangs and flames don't care to work

I had to hire an army from the moon
Charmed by fairies with this tune
The war they'll make is what I fear
I got 18 men and 15 beers

Ghosts for growing in magic fields
Haunted crops can thrive
[agan potions boost my yield
Phantom farms arrive
Track Name: Incriminating Women Hating
Going down, I'm falling free,
I wish my life were like TV
I'd change my station with a spin
From awful news to games I’d win

I have to change the world from pushing me
Like buttons for remote TV
Can't find a job, might lose my home
Bad programs I can’t call my own

I have to stop the world from twisting me
Like knobs from obsolete TV
Music channels play my screams
Reduce the volume of my dreams

Stand up for what you must believe
The devil does, he's on TV
Incriminating women hating
Views could change to urbane news

I have to change this crass reality
To a wholesome documentary
Change a god show where I sin
To an auto race where I can win

I have to change bad weather on TV
To a cooking show that feeds just me
Those corpses on my family tree
I'd change to horses finally free

During station breaks, I could undertake
How to watch reruns when I still had fun
Can't let misery sponsor me
I'm not a series cancelled at its apogee

I have to stop the world from smearing me
Like feds debating policy
Music channels play my dreams
Reduce the volume of my screams

Set the tube to fantasy
Warring stories starring me
Prime time failures in my head
Smell worse than bodies 8 days dead
Track Name: Different Tunes For Different Wounds
Take a step outside the door, place one foot in the grave
I'm leaving home to fight a war, just to get away
Home is where the heartache lives
Now it's vowed to stay,
The future is a better time
The new world starts today

I need guns to have my fun
Shooting off with ease
One blows smoke and one spits love
Win a war with these
Different tunes for different wounds
Cry means "sob" or "say"
Silence can become my croon
A new world starts today

A girl so bright she sees at night
Luminous to me
Shocking dark is passion's light
Blinding lies deceive
I imagine truth is free, but who imagined me?
Older answers fail to say:
The new world starts today

Trying not to breathe when demons come to feed their game
Love and hate are what they ate
Both came out the same

My lost lover, undercover, spied on men who fake
The search to learn where people yearn to make instead of take
Killing for love is obsolete, a time that should decay
Ageless in the afterlife
A new world starts today
Track Name: Your Number Is Your Name
Run through halls and climb the walls
To reach for space with math
Transcendent travel seems the goal
But no one leaves the path
I would fly if you would follow
I would crawl to make you tame
The first to try, the last to cry
Your number is your name

I told you once that numerous dunces steal your lies for fame
On second thought, the truth was bought to figure out your aim
To minimize the endless moves that add to your decay
The uppercrust with zero trust buy countless passageways

How can ignorance possess you
How is innocence regained
The first to learn, the last to burn
Your number is your name

All you do was thought by a precedent
Original residents live only extremes
All you see was viewed in another light
Your travels are all a flight to second rate dreams

What infinity divides us that geometry can't frame
The first to fit, the last to quit
Your number is your name

You quantify corruption that's conducive to your scheme
Then ask for my approval and expect me not to scream
Calculating vectors won't account for all your sums
Every head you've left for dead will trip you as you run

How can fate both misdirect you
And subtract from what you've gained?
The first to sin, the last to win
Your number is your name

Run through halls and climb the walls
To reach for space with math
Transcendent travel seems the goal
But how to leave the path?
I would fly if you would follow
I would crawl to make you tame
The first to try, the last to die
Your number is your name
Track Name: Experimental Mania Makes Maximum Mistakes
Trapped inside another head by research gone oblique
Science is sorry but for one to survive
The other angle has to cease
Leave your partner forever
He'll understand in the end
Experimental mania makes maximum mistakes while teaching
Science seeks truth, not friends
I love you, I hate to
I'll leave but I'll take you
I'll find a friend for you

Trapped inside another soul by scientific deeds
The trial to seek says you will gain release
If you command and not appease with
Words that implicate dying
Provoke the ultimate thrill
End your exam by giving death a hand and
Not avoiding words that seem to kill
I love you, I hate you
I won't let them make you
I do this just to you

Calculating life is a fundamental phobia
Ignorance reprieves the basic science of release
Decimating strife is a fun and mental foe to ya
Innocence endures the lasting silence of relief

Trapped inside another love from romance misconstrued
Giving can be work if your survival overturns
The need to quiet words that ruin
Words that stop you from trying
Words that make you stand still
Engender any end for me by terminating treachery:
Some words try to kill
I love you but hate to
It's your fault I rape you
I'll give you what you're due

Trapped inside another note by music gone astray
Can't get out no matter how I shout
Because the sound won't go away
Words that make you keep trying
Words that tolerate play
Obliterate your life for me by challenging eternity
Words were made to stay
I love not to hate you
I'm thrilled or I've killed you
I do this just for you

Words that stop expression by ending breath and thought and will
Enter an end and tell your final friend
About the words you heard that try to kill
I love you, I hate you
It's my turn to break you
I'll find an end for you
Track Name: Before The Morning
I have to leave your house before the morning
If you wake you'll beat me to the start
You'd abandon me without a warning
Thanks for warming my heart

I have to finish work before the morning
Love's a chore that drives us till we burn
Riding as a passenger is boring
You're ignoring my turn

When you leave, no time to grieve
You might return, but then
I'm not sure I have the nerve to
Lose you again

I'm surprised I can't predict that morning
Might see you leave while I sit and pretend
Your gambling with my love is not scorning
I could bet you I'll forget you again

I have to leave my house before the morning
You'll be come and gone before I start
I could learn a lesson from your whoring
It's not warring, it's art

Future recollection sends a warning
One more heartbreak and I might escape
These ruptures reek of rapturous exploring
Is it sporting or rape

When you leave, no time to grieve
You might return, but then
I'm not sure I have the nerve to
Lose you again

I'm surprised I can't predict that morning
Might see you leave while I sit and pretend
Your gambling with my love is not deploring
I could bet you I'll forget you
I regret to recollect you again
Track Name: Dream For Real
Dreaming for real of a better deal
While stuck in a rut of cash
Healthy as a hog and wealthy as a frog
With gold rolling down its back
Far beyond is a world that's gone from paradise to strife
The unenlightened who starve and fight
I'm giving them a better life

Dreaming for real of the flaws I'll heal
Now I'll have to find the time
Guilty to be free of catastrophe
My gracious girl won't mind
Teach the ignorant, gorge the poor, remediate a war
My lover laughs that I need to grow
It’s time to let the charity flow

I grew so hard I seemed to fight her
Our heavy love was growing lighter
The poorest wars begin within a grand theme

I gave so hard I finally starved her
Of the love we had before I carved her
A notch in the crotch of the world for arrogant dreams

I tried so hard but couldn't keep her
That soft-eyed gal was simply sweeter than
The meat-head bore who ignored her everyday needs

Head check
I don't try to please you
Bed check
I know why I freeze you
Save the raving world by learning to reach

Satiate starvation after decimating war
Outthink ignoramuses, enrichen all the poor
Neutralizing gravity, reverse inertia's drag
Nature's laws we can't refute, we keep inside a bag

I grew so fast but couldn't feed her
Only when she left I learned to heed her
Advice, what a price, for neglecting love within reach

I thought so slow I could only teach her
The lunatic lie that I didn't need her
Save the raving world by learning to reach

It seems so strange or even funny
That I had only love and money
Drain your days to add one drop to the sea

Head check
I don't try to please you
Bed check
I know why I freeze you
Save the raving world by learning to reach
Head test
I don't try to freeze you
Bed rest
I could die to please you
Drain your days to add one drop to the sea
Save the raving world by learning—
Dream for real the deal of learning to reach
Dreain you days to add one drop to the—
Save the raving world by learning to—
Dream for real the deal of learning to—
Drain your days to—
Dream for real—

Head check
Track Name: Good Night
Good night

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