BrainBowZzz
by Sir Real Eyes
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Digital Album
Immediate download of 7-track album in your choice of MP3 320, FLAC, or just about any other format you could possibly desire.
Set your own price as high as y0ur m1ind or as low as 3 open eyes: 000 - all I ask for is your ears and your email address, I'll never share it with anyone and I'll only contact you a few times a year at most to keep you up-to-date with my latest projects - no worries if you want to opt out.
Thankyou for gListening!
All the blessed, x.Buy Now name your price
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Peace
03:55
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Okareening
03:35
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Meducation
02:47
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Love Your Whole Bits
02:34
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Hey Baby
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Wet My Whistle
03:35
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about
BrainBowZzz flood from our audio eyes in the act of perception, the physical imagination of the body finds music beyond the labels of language where the raw emotional facts of ruler twangs and wine glass chinkles converse with exploratory fingers and experimental tongues in words that are the experience of themselves. This is thought as dance, sound as gesture, playful music both fluid and muscular.
Animate y0ur FleshPrism with these funky little BrainBowZzz…
Let your ears experiment!
Animate y0ur FleshPrism with these funky little BrainBowZzz…
Let your ears experiment!
credits
released 01 January 2007
All lyrics, instruments, sound creation/manipulation & production by Sir Real Eyes, additional vocals & noises by Dame Kind, also featuring Zac Squiggly on "Wet My Whistle".
All lyrics, instruments, sound creation/manipulation & production by Sir Real Eyes, additional vocals & noises by Dame Kind, also featuring Zac Squiggly on "Wet My Whistle".
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Sir Real Eyes is a poet, painter & all round experimenter based in Dorset, England. His art & music is good vibes wyrd sh*t straight from the soul. The only thing he practises is play.
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- Track Name: Peace
- There is a place in the centre where we live in peace
- Track Name: Love Your Whole Bits
- I love you I dove you I glove you
- Track Name: Hey Baby
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You let me in like rainbows to your eyes
We play at seeking with nothing to hide
Tell me the truth I'll spin you no lie
Read out my soul from the glint in my eye
Cosmic rhymes that's what I aim for
Babylon's the only bitch I be callin' a whore
Cos I'm softcore from ceiling to floor
With love & peace written on the fists
That bang-bang on your door - Track Name: Milk in the Fountain of Whispers
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i am drunk on the wine of a wordly vagina
i am filled with the smoke of a dying earth
i am retching life and love onto my clown feet
i am dancing drums in a room of sideways smiles and shifting eyes
i am oblivious to the self-imposed oblivion of living in the future by myself
i am taking you with me by the fish-hook of your frustration
i am raindrops phosphene rainbows as your brainbows
i am shaking your lizard's tail loose
i am wriggling like dirt in the belly of a slow worm
i am lost at home
i am home at last
i am melting in the mind
i am furnished blast
i am drunk on the whine of a horseless rider
i am going all night on every nothing i can get my hands on
i am sleeping as soon as it is not death
i am reading the labels on dream pill bottles
i am morphing words written in watery stone
i am a vision in two places
i am falling together
i am drinking the wine of memory NOW
i am won like a prize by my best disguise
i am finding the truth inside soft bellies
i am a surgeon of strokes
i am a spiral of spokes
i am joe king, the public prime number
i am in a star
i am wondering about the moon
i am interconnected invective
i am undirected elected
i am ming, merciless umming
i am winged like a staircase thru to the void ever behind me thru clouds inside pillows cried by eyes condensed from stifled emotions like broken windows to a soul of smelted glass blown by an accidental amatuer pretending to be the wind when the sun is real and the sails of our ship are torn by tiny dust demons swirling in unconscious meditation outside the imagination of an atom that was woken by an aum it wasn't apart of and in waking began falling while the body lay on relative solidity on relative softness not knowing what the truth was but having seen the lies everywhere and knowing they were nesseccary just like the truth like water for a burning roof like thatch that long ago became the fuel for someone elses game but never had its own and so never complained but one day backfired as if the earth reflected as if our face stared up at us from autumn carpet as if we were even looking as if symmetry were even possible when there is nothing in the middle of
