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시​신​시​대

by Not Jeremy Jones

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1.
And They Tell Me You Are Crooked And I Answer: The long poem that is Chicago, the long lines of people in sparkling coats that stretch regal across Chicago, the Chicago river glorious backwards and through everything, how huge the buildings the gas-station poetry of Chicago. Chicago where there are no clocks, the soft ground that splits when you put your foot down and is ankle deep, infinite trains, the length of Chicago surpasses the stars, everything is heavenward, there is no gravity in Chicago everything floats, and somewhere in the city, above the city, all those Chicago fiction rooftops. It's always Christmas in Chicago, Chicago is the world's largest Christmas tree and everybody is an ornament and the buildings are angels and everything is for sale, everything you need on billboards advertised in Chicago and nobody frowns unless they're pretending. Everything that's said in Chicago is poetry. Everything Chicago says is poetry, and all of the women are in Chicago too hip with boots and always in Chicago wearing at least five colors, Chicago women don't wear makeup their Chicago faces burned by disbelief because they know Chicago is impossible. Exhaust fumes dance for everybody and nobody bleeds in Chicago, the sky is always white like the ground sometimes you can't tell between them, the brake light poetry of Chicago. Everything is always moving in Chicago, Chicago is a convenient highway, in Chicago sleep does not exist in Chicago Chicago is too beautiful Chicago to exist Chicago is a ghost, the only sign we have of the divine, Chicago is the last thing you see before you die Chicago is not home Chicago is where we will all be some day she is lost with short hair in Chicago majesty and I have had too much of Chicago, I am hungover from incandescent Chicago I will never go back to Chicago, I will never go back to Chicago all poetry is infected by the long poem that is Chicago.
2.
Bathing in mud Eating your shit All can be bliss This is the aporkalypse
3.
Danse Panse (free) 02:17
When you see me in the right mood. You know that I can get quite lewd. Why'd you make those faces honey. Don't you know we did it for the money. I will tell you One thing though now. You will move your feet and arms now. Make the ground shake. Make a small lake. Drop a pound or plop a small round. Just Dance 'til you dook in your pants. if you want to do what I do Now here's some instructions for you. [The rest]: Dance 'til you dook in your pants now baby. Dance 'til you nuke your parents.
4.
A stranger comes to town have you even seen his face just wants to look around stay low just in case everyone in fear I just don't know what to do he steps out in the clear but I trust you. Everything I said and everything I did Comes to this moment to defeat him. I'm not in a hurry, I only have one worry. How do you kill the dead? In my boots I'm shaking he must be crazy in my mind I'm thanking his vision's gone hazy the man who taught me how he only has one gun to live in the now let's just run So that's where our story ends. The dead man has been shot. He fell right down to his knees and stood up with a grin. This all might seem strange to you but a dead man cannot die. He lives on as a message of the corpse generation.
5.
Son of Gerald (free) 03:20
I've got a friend He's a mouse, He's a mouse He lives in a hole In my house In my house I've got a friend He's a mouse, He's a mouse He lives in a hole In my house In my house My friend eats cheese He reads lots of books He gives my wife Such dirty looks My friend eats cheese He reads lots of books He gives my wife Such dirty looks I've got a friend He's a mouse, He's a mouse He lives in a hole In my house In my house I've got a friend He's a mouse, He's a mouse He lives in a hole In my house In my house The cheese grows mold It's looking rather old He hasn't been here In about a year My friend grows mold He's looking rather old It's been made clear What I'm to fear I've got a friend He's a mouse, He's a mouse He lives in a hole In my house In my house I had a friend He was a mouse, He was a mouse He lived in a hole In my house In my house The mold was me It came to be Regretfully So painfully The mold was he All I can see It's horribly Revolting me I had a friend He was a mouse, He was a mouse He lived in a hole In my house In my house My friend ate cheese He read lots of books He gave my wife Such dirty looks Just me alone Wanting to moan Just me alone And Wanting to moan I've got a gun I've got a gun Hey! Isn't this fun? I've got a gun! credits
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7.
And They Tell Me You Are Crooked And I Answer: The long poem that is Chicago, the long lines of people in sparkling coats that stretch regal across Chicago, the Chicago river glorious backwards and through everything, how huge the buildings the gas-station poetry of Chicago. Chicago where there are no clocks, the soft ground that splits when you put your foot down and is ankle deep, infinite trains, the length of Chicago surpasses the stars, everything is heavenward, there is no gravity in Chicago everything floats, and somewhere in the city, above the city, all those Chicago fiction rooftops. It's always Christmas in Chicago, Chicago is the world's largest Christmas tree and everybody is an ornament and the buildings are angels and everything is for sale, everything you need on billboards advertised in Chicago and nobody frowns unless they're pretending. Everything that's said in Chicago is poetry. Everything Chicago says is poetry, and all of the women are in Chicago too hip with boots and always in Chicago wearing at least five colors, Chicago women don't wear makeup their Chicago faces burned by disbelief because they know Chicago is impossible. Exhaust fumes dance for everybody and nobody bleeds in Chicago, the sky is always white like the ground sometimes you can't tell between them, the brake light poetry of Chicago. Everything is always moving in Chicago, Chicago is a convenient highway, in Chicago sleep does not exist in Chicago Chicago is too beautiful Chicago to exist Chicago is a ghost, the only sign we have of the divine, Chicago is the last thing you see before you die Chicago is not home Chicago is where we will all be some day she is lost with short hair in Chicago majesty and I have had too much of Chicago, I am hungover from incandescent Chicago I will never go back to Chicago, I will never go back to Chicago all poetry is infected by the long poem that is Chicago.
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Lemme tell you a story about four individuals I know They been on a chain gang for a real long time now Stuck in a nuclear prison tied to one another for eternity Adenine and Guanine, the Purines Thymine and Cytosine the Pyrimidines always waitin for that m-train to pass on by. --------------------------------------------------------------- Adenine with Thymine bound two times Guanine with Cytosine bound three times The Purines and Pyrimidines twisting along the track persisting through time. Blindly following a path laid by none. They lie in wait for Polymerase complex See the T box bend The train's a'commin to break those bonds Cap the 5 prime and splice those introns So with the 3 prime tail they set sail. --------------------------------------- take it through the pore that nuclear pore! gonna make it home down in the ribosome pass it to the bay with the transfer RNA Gonna make those proteins Start with methionine ------------------------------------ back inside the nucleus a different scene approaches us Transposable elements though to be miscreants Got no home so they move around the genome ------------------------------------------------------- They got at least three different gangs of transposons DNA-Mediated with the short inverted repeats Retrotransposons with their LTRs And the rest hitch on lost promoters The SINES and LINES ahead of me Waiting for their turn in the race -------------------------------------------------- Aeons of incarceration Leading to wonderous things they know not where they are going Nor where they have been Trapped by a blind warden A force that can't be seen It has no intentions for anything

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시신시대 (Pronounced: She sheen she day)

This is Not Jeremy Jones' second full length album, marking a diverging from harsh noise and delving into the genre of Poplematic Music

All songs were written in the Republic of Korea from October, 2008 to August 2010.

Album artwork by the Shaun C. Gaynor and 지봉구

THANKS:
Zentaffy; The Spookfish; Glittering Blackness, Fall; Shaun C. Gaynor; Franklin K.R. Cline; Jerry Jones; Jessica Endaya and everybody else who has helped me in this even the least bit.

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released May 11, 2011

지봉구 - Vocals, Guitar, Synths, Drums, Programming
Franklin K.R. Cline - Poetry on 1 and 7 and Vocals on 1
Shaun C. Gaynor - Album Artwork
Jessica Endaya - Design Consultant

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