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Tensor Tympani

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1.
_ 01:59
Frailty, frailty I have limits and those limits have hard walls I construct them myself Construct my own anxieties I can't be trusted left to my own devices The singing sphere of universal love Always expanding, complimentary vibrations Light and sound, warmth and void Tangent barriers to human kindness Kill your ego every day 11:11 is cosmic vomit 4:20 is a cosmic choke 11:34, cosmic horseshit If your space is clean enough If your compatriots are on your wavelength If your lips emit songs of joy Turn off the algebra Turn off the grid Turn off the grid and allow your reference to decay Forget about the what and the why Just absorb the expanding light-sound-sphere Open your heart, it knows what to do Undamped oscillations forever Spread your fingers Root down to rise up You can remake yourself and the whole world Root down to rise up
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Conquer 04:34
I conquer you, I let you conquer me What I see through, the lens of calamity It hurts but the sun still shines in the endtime, everbright! All right, to abolish the conquest I must conquer myself Scrutinized and stung by admission of habits hung It's uphill but the sun still shines in the endtime, everbright! Corona roiling, sucking moisture out of the outstretched arm And carefully tended roots are spared of the blight We are an abscess on the outstretched arm The culture of conquest, the original scar Emblems of merit, buoyancy is cash and who's mad enough to stop it? The undercurrent has considerable mass But we're all making like the ostrich What is success? When your sex seems so much better If the measure of your pleasure is the letter of the law Dying worlds in a pregnant galaxy Competition and good old kleptocracy I want mine, I want yours, I want his, I want hers I must not think these thoughts Get off the ride, get off the ride The wholeness is a vacuum and the vacuum's got the wholeness inside I conquer nothing, I request that you conquer yourself The project's open, a portrait of exemplary health I conquer you, I let you conquer me What I see through, the lens of calamity It's a mess But we could clean up if we had the appropriate tools, correct? Oh, conquistadors, I expunge my colonial mind That which was removed from us will recirculate in time But the sun still shines in the endtime, everbright! Corona roiling, sucking moisture out of the outstretched arm And carefully tended roots are spared of the blight We are an abscess on the outstretched arm The culture of conquest, the original scar Emblems of merit, buoyancy is cash and who's mad enough to stop it? The undercurrent has considerable mass But we're all making like the ostrich And why get so upset When your sex seems so much better If the measure of your pleasure is the letter of the law Dying worlds in a pregnant galaxy Competition and good old kleptocracy I want mine, I want yours, I want his, I want hers I must not think these thoughts The boundaries decay, the boundaries decay It happens, it happens, it happens Every day Every day
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Mind Molars 02:52
Throw off the yoke, open the battery cage If they don't let much light in here, It's for a reason, photosynthetic brain Get off the corpses, get off the spaceship Grow your mind molars, molars in your mind Grind and gnash your teeth Ache for what cries underneath The bright package and glassine bag Cheerful farms in Brobdingnag Smash all your pipes, a vehicle to insulate If you don't let enough light inside you It's because you yourself sabotage your impulse to germinate Get off the corpses, get off the spaceship Grow your mind molars, molars in your mind Grind and gnash your teeth Ache for what cries underneath The bright package and glassine bag Cheerful farms in Brobdingnag The unsettling truth is that it's all your fault So learn to chew with the enamel deep in your skull Get off the corpses, get off the spaceship Grow your mind molars We'd all like a rest from standing all the time Speaking with our stomachs, robbing the pastures blind And the mountains of kernels could never guess The oppression inherent to the record harvest's thresh And the piney smell that lingers in the air Is a piston or a stopcock, confounded doctrinaire And the burgeoning mind that's always been around Finds it easier to focus when addictions are unwound
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What to do if they push us underground Like they way that I push down on your head Will I find a willing partner in sound, what to do? What to do if I misappropriate Giving license to my friends to conflagrate Will you tie my body to the bed what to do? But to collapse somewhere To collapse somewhere with you What to do if I find myself oppressed Can I count on others to expose it I'm exposed in the open like a book what to do? What to do if I'm unable to complete Scathing tides to conceal the embarrassment Developed safely, enjoyed in time, what to do? But to collapse somewhere To collapse somewhere with you
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Universe spoke into existence by the sound Sound sound sound sound sound Universe sung into existence by the sound Sound sound sound sound sound Grasp me dearly Shook humble severely My tongue sincerely bows Universe smashed into existence by the sound Sound sound sound sound sound Universe spun into existence by the sound Sound sound sound sound sound Grasp me dearly Shook humble severely Hold me dearly Shook humble severely Clutch me dearly Shook humble severely My tongue sincerely bows
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Gepetto's clock, the wood chop To harvest not is to choose not So much attention focused on wood, focused on wood The strings under tension, if it hasn't it should Gepetto's chisel, Gepetto's might To harvest correctly, to choose right So much attention focused on wood, focused on wood The strings under tension, if it hasn't it should All admit the last refuge of sky On hallowed ground, it's so high And all revere the last stronghold of sky Become clear, when you're near I welcome you to the last bastion of sound When you're around, reply And leave your shoes outside where you came Speak the name and retry So much attention focused on wood, focused on wood The strings under tension, if it hasn't it should
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Sunspot-freckled star Sugar passed through bone char Blanket wrapped around a leg But body shame instead, instead Missing mass on breast Glycerin sourced from animals, oppressed Hands caress own hips Re-imagining partnerships Queer female trapped in a man Cock's ambivalent, ambivalent towards her cock Glitter-speckled life Cut lime with steak-knife Own skin safe sound Against the noise of the background Comfortable keen skeleton Sanctimonious gelatin Corporeal crash and cum This hand's on a good one Queer female trapped in a man Cock's ambivalent, ambivalent towards her cock Somebody trapped in someone else Nothing grants you freedom from yourself, yourself
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Fall on my knees to address the overextension in my head In my tendons, in my neck, in my exhaustion of breath I'm ecstatic for this episode to be over Ennui, ennui, ennui got me, knots in the shoulders My poor hippocampus, infiltrated by bad news and flora It's not too late to get the record straight but I've obscured adoption of a different story Gumshoe! Conditions and options are new Defrillibration anxiety, too It's clogging up the airstream, the airstream, the air Fall on my ass in full view of what active minds can do Of the skills that I lack, perdition and it's attack I'm anticipating this whole thing to be finished Closing chapter, this motivation's dimished My poor mind, climbing over rubble that I've left behind Oh, the airstream, the airstream, the air Gumshoe! Conditions and options are new Defrillibration anxiety, too It's clogging up the airstream, the airstream, the air It's clogging up the airstream, the airstream, the air
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Get back! Tigress is leaving for now, for now Tigress is leaving for now, for now It was my first day on the job And I lapsed into a moral plight In advance of her wrathful claws, In advance of her terrible bite But I am an animal still In advance of her harrowing snarl Tigress is leaving for now, for now Tigress is leaving for now, for now Tigress is leaving to plow, to plow It was my first day on the job And I lapsed into a moral plight In advance of her wrathful claws, In advance of her terrible bite But I am an animal still In advance of her harrowing snarl My boss said, "Don't forget, damnit! You're lower than her! You carry her water!" But the tigress cannot leave I've ensured to that effect In advance of the concrete barriers In advance of my weekly check But I am an animal still In advance of her harrowing snarl "Tag that With no cognitive dissonance You're lower than her But you'd eat her if you got the chance!"
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Instrumental
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Beverage advertisement on a front window The vapid stare of a bathroom behavior Accomplice eternal, passive observer Heteronormative patriarchal christ figure bro savior Set the narrative, obey it and rock it Have another, have another, friend! Iron blood and chromium bone Iodine reef and silicon stone Enraged man, calamitous female The extremes meet in the space provided by the zoning plan Set the narrative, obey it and rock it Have another, have another, friend! Oh what gumption, friend! One part in many, friend! I'm just like you, friend-- the same, but different, friend! I am so sick of all-white-dude-twentysomethings-bands!
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Oh, what have you done to alleviate The suffering of all beings today Did you come face-to-face with an activation potential and It's too hard so I'll turn away In the throes of injury and when our bodies don't work right We realize how ableist we usually are Perhaps there's a function to manage our privilege Without accumulating it in synods and then calling it art Yeah yeah sure it's whatever, whatever And you ain't got no song to sing Fortunate to be better, much better As the revolution takes wing An almagest which is perfect, so perfect While the plebians are so blind Punk rock dogma's so useless, so useless In revolution time I'm first excited again I've reoccupied my mind I'm hovering above the ground state again With a frequency well-defined I'm impassioned by the struggles of people Browbeaten into despair I'm a fool and a bozo, a jackass I'm about to head somewhere Shed the world looks red medicine head And I don't need it, don't need it Straightened posture, eyes aligned With the omnipresent deathly riptide I'm a figment of an illusory cohesive collective mind I'm a private myth in a public dream Under crass austerity measures by royal decree unspecified Our blood will run Our legs will run Our thoughts will run Carrying the momentum of our beating hearts and pulsing lungs Why are we picking at these violent scabs Complacent and detached from our animus The telltale heart is yearning for blood And the expectation to satisfy its lust for destruction Tear down the granite tower in your mind Flex flex flex your tensor tympani The gossamer chains that disengage our consciousness Flex flex flex your tensor tympani Yeah yeah sure it's whatever, whatever And you ain't got nothing to do Fortunate to be better, much better As the revolution puts on its shoes An almagest which is perfect, so perfect While the plebians are so blind Merchandising so useless, so useless In revolution time We've reached the yield point Bend it back, bend it back The fault line's immense Don't touch it you might hurt yourself The polar caps are melting Methane's oozing out the permafrost Garbage islands garbage islands Everything's political, turn up the stereo Flex flex flex your tensor tympani Everything's political, reflect it in your art Flex flex flex your tensor tympani Everything's political, make yourself useful Flex flex flex your tensor tympani Everything's political, what goes in your body? Flex flex flex your tensor tympani Yeah yeah sure it's whatever, whatever And you ain't got nothing to be Fortunate to be better, much better As the revolution takes a knee An almagest which is perfect, so perfect While the plebians are so blind Record sales are so useless, so useless In revolution time I'm first excited again I've reoccupied my mind I'm hovering above the ground state again With a frequency well-defined I'm impassioned by the struggles of people Browbeaten into despair I'm a fool and a bozo, a jackass I'm about to head somewhere Shed the world looks red medicine head And I don't need it, don't need it Straightened posture, eyes aligned With the omnipresent deathly riptide I'm a figment of an illusory cohesive collective mind I'm a private myth in a public dream Under crass austerity measures by royal decree unspecified Our blood will run Our legs will run Our thoughts will run Carrying the momentum of our beating hearts and pulsing lungs I'm first excited again, yeah I'm first excited again
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I'll love you like a vitamin, I'll bust it like a statue I'll taste you like you're cinammon, thanks again for listening I'll love all your blemishes, casual consquences Casual expenses and causal inferences Silver lightning, so enlightening So advancing, so entrancing Up and over we don't care about the drover We don't care all at once yeah we don't care at all I'll love you like a champion, race you to the top of the well I'll eat you like a champingnon, iron taste, earthy smell I'll love you like a penguin or a butterfly monarch Or a seahorse, even, try to catch up on it Silver lightning, so enlightening So advancing, so romancing Out and under we're gonna tear the world asunder We'll deconstruct the grids, yeah we'll tear through it all In my pocket and in my fist is something really good In my pocket and in my fist, in my quick and ready insight Is something really good, something really good Fistful of dinarii Fistful of armageddon Fistful of arcana I'll love you like a vitamin, take you every day With a tall glass of water to B complex in every way I'll love all your blemishes, casual consquences Casual expenses and causal inferences Silver lightning, so enlightening So romancing, so advancing Up and over we don't care about the drover We don't care all at once yeah we don't care at all I'll love you like a champion, race you to the top of the well I'll eat you like a champingnon, iron taste, earthy smell I'll love you like a dinosaur, like a stegosaurus, even Or a velociraptor, take a chunk out of me Silver lightning, so enlightening So advancing, so entrancing Out and under we're gonna tear the world asunder We'll deconstruct the grids, yeah we'll tear through it all In my pocket and in my fist is something really good In my pocket and in my fist, in my quick and ready insight Is something really good, something really good Fistful of apocalypse Fistful of acid Fistful of cataclysm Fistful of dinarii Fistful of armageddon Fistful of arcana Fistful of apocalypse Fistful of acid Fistful of cataclysm Fistful of recidivism Fistful of activism Fistful of vitamins gets that shit done
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Pick up the cube, turn it so the edge hits your eye The upper decker on the lower Hudson, ride, ride 12C2 Pick up the cube, turn it so the corner hits your eye The upper decker on the lower Hudson, ride, ride 8C3 Pick up the cube, turn it so the face hits your eye The upper decker on the lower Hudson, ride, ride 6C4 Upper decker on the lower Hudson Upper decker on the lower Hudson I'm an adult, and I'll do what I fucking want Yeah, that's right I do what I want
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I was a shithead two weeks ago I was a real piece of of shit two weeks ago But then something moved me, you know? Making up words to what everyone already feels Making up feelings to what's already on everyone's tongues You want to dissolve and construct Well I say let it resolve You know I love you and I want you to be happy I beam when you smile, I beam when you smile And I Got-A-Mudi- And I Got-A-Mudita I was a shithead two weeks ago I was a real piece of of shit two weeks ago But then something sparked in me, you know? Making up excuses, poison and coughing alone Making up hypotheses spun and unknown You want a universal peace, is your body outgrown? You know I love you and I want you to be happy I beam when you smile, I beam when you smile And I Got-A-Mudi- And I Got-A-Mudita Making up words to what everyone already feels Making up feelings to what's already on everyone's tongues You know I love you and I want you to be happy You know that I love you, you know that I love you I beam, I beam, I beam, when you smile (You inspire me)
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Mamilapinatapai Profoundly metastable On the edge of composure
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Get to city hall, take all the stuff out of my pockets Take off my belt, go through the metal detector Go up the stairs, in the chamber it's stuffy, as usual Insufferable dismissive blogger's here Thoughtful smartass activist Enormous nepotism hamburger man Well-composed reporter Future-minded frustrated young small-business owner parent Cautious suburban vanguard Frequent op-ed writer about the price of gasoline The shitting ass wiped on me The revulsion of a planetary demise The insipid skirting around our permafucked lives Bronzed hierarch, lustrous and lonely Gaze transfixed on you, civic duty never even asked me to Surveillance drones have been stately Hovering over us, hovering over us We take our seats And the chairman begins a torrent of bureaucratic drivel I flex my eardrums out of boredom Pretend we're all about to jump off a high waterfall In our own barrels I belive this is an appropriate analogy Of what may transpire in the coming decades It's 2012, bro! Why are we still talking about this? Is no one here a scientist? Should I get arrested right now? Do you want a vegan cookie? What's a vegan, auuahh? The shitting ass, the shitting fucking ass wiped on us all The failure to understand the exponential function The gleaming phallic excalibur of authority's unction Bronzed hierarch, lustrous and lonely Gaze transfixed on you, civic duty never even asked me to Surveillance drones have been stately Hovering over us, hovering over us What defines our power in this space? Is it just about showing up? Do I need to be a schmoozer? What's this "monied interest" thing I keep hearing about? What's "augenmarkets?" What's agental realism? What's voting? Oh, it looks like the bill's coming to a vote Or not... one more comment from horsebreath over here A tangent from a man who doesn't take his job seriously A straw man, baseless paranoia Legitimate concerns unspoken and public comment is cut short Ok, the vote is 9-for, 6-against Welp, good old boy mayor is probably Going to use his veto on it God, this sucks The gallery begins to leave for a fucking cigarette No one here is happy Why do we do this to ourselves? What are we perpetuating here? Are these people even cognizant of how their decisions Are boning my generation? What about the kids? Shitting ass What am I doing with this art besides thwarting myself And not offering useful, constructive solutions? Am I breaking a fourth wall here? How many walls are there? How many do we really need, anyway? Shitting ass Shitting fucking asses Shitting fucking asses wiped over us Shitting ass Shitting fucking asses Shitting fucking asses wiped all the fuck over us Over us, over us Bronzed hierarch, lustrous and lonely Gaze transfixed on you, civic duty never even asked me to Surveillance drones have been stately Hovering over us, hovering over us
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The 11:34 11:34
Have heart, would abuse Counting numbers, stripping screws Halloween 2002 Fragile egos tend to bruise After school took mushrooms not in the best of hands A gathering a slathering of pressing happenstance Convinced today was a curious clandestine holiday I imagined my dead body surrounded by police in the street I could not speak, had hobbit characteristics Had an urgency of action spiraling Step, thought loop step I saw a styrofoam cup, that texture I bent down to touch it, so unnatural I saw the eye of Sauron in a parking lot of a 7-11 The numbers rearranged, massage themselves align myself Strong arms drift off with celerity Inner child sings the lecture so much better than me I'm entraptured by its clarity Inner child sings demeanor so much cleaner than me Short walk, long apparent time From the party to my home I had to lie to be left alone Vanished ego, heart subdued Started pacing in my room A clash of unfamiliar and right This heavy heavy head Lymph nodes glow ignite ignite A noxious angel appeared on my bed You want to hear what she said? "You will die at 11:34" The digital clock in the corner kept score Silent panic silent answer I'm going to wait it out Numbers shifting meaning drifting I thought my name was Halloween As the dead time approached, I lie face-down Mesmerized by geometric forms My clothes hang off me, halfway dressed Red plaid pants and a Conflict shirt Blink thought loop blink When I woke up the next day, I was elated, I'm alive The dead time passed and somehow I survived, I'm alive I'll dedicate myself to the service of others The numbers rearranged, massage themselves align myself Strong arms drift off with celerity Inner child sings the lecture so much better than me I'm entraptured by its clarity Inner child sings demeanor so much cleaner than me I conquer you, I let you conquer me What I see through, the lens of calamity Inner child sings the lecture so much better than me Inner child sings demeanor so much cleaner than me Emblems of offal and mutual regeneration dismissed Integrity is free, young people And contravening syndicates in music weapons exist Dying worlds in a pregnant galaxy Competition and good old kleptocracy I've got mine, I've got yours, I've got his, I've got hers Why must I think these thoughts? Death temperance the devil The tower the star the moon The sun judgment the world That experience affected me In ways you might not see Years later, an irrational fear Of seeing numbers one one three Couldn't bear it until one day I grafted it onto my identity I wrote it on my shoes I chalked it on the walls Eleven thirty four calamity Then when I moved to Albany To study for a Ph.D. I tacked an underscore to the front of the dead time Figured it would be something unique Flex flex tensor tympani Y'varechecha Adonai v'yishm'recha Ya'er Adonai panav eilecha vichunecha Yisa Adonai panav eilecha v'yasem l'cha shalom The numbers rearranged massage themselves align myself Shavasana

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released December 21, 2012

Thanks Walter Sutin for album/CD art. Recorded in various bedrooms, living rooms and The Furnace Collective in Albany, NY.

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