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Zebra Speak 07:29
Paper is blank, movement is random, form erased Hand of the artist stays invisible, the effect is realistic (trapa sllaf eno woh gniwonk) "an emanation of the desire to love and to be loved, in the quest of the true human object, and in all the agony in its quest" "to observe and respect its quiet and slow rhythm, that is the discipline, to continue to sit" Grayscale posture, no instruction One of a pair, not identical A single figure shows the connection (ygrene suodnemert evah sthguoht tsrif eht) "not only an experiment, but a part of the experiment it reports" "the poem and the person writing the poem" Nervous fingers cling to the foreground No edge, almost emptiness The obvious, the rash, the sudden become frozen All these flowers in a hidden place, rooted Human head If my eyes open When my eyes open I'll feed you and me One eye gone but still hungry Follow this line Tracing out the face that's on my mind In blue and silver ice, hands hold the void There's a vitality to this invisible object Curling tendrils of smoke rise in the distance The inside world creates the outside world If my eyes open When my eyes open Scratch the wall and plead Grind it down, lick it out fully Follow this line Salting the eye Preservation, love of keeping time Mummified Follow this line Tracing out the face that's on my mind "Give the paper the colorful coleslaw on your consciousness, finding a way to reach the rugged edge of thought"
Cryptid 09:23
"no matter how long, building in my dreams a ladder, canvas the worm? how the gas runs, realizing how your own gaze has faltered" a place in line, this is the ride, waiting for changes to be applied to simplify the great divide, we're building a monument to compromise its only virtue is its size "underneath all that concrete, even your own history, how the earth has stayed yielding and damp, despite all the hardness you've poured into it" "the tenderness of this weathered line, still I can feel them, limbs from the family tree clinging, after all these winters" fade in, iron echo, building skeletons, shoulder beams and girders demand yet greater strength head above chimneys arching right and the whole structure shakes with impatience in the radiance of electric suns there is a map it's the size of your life pressing down on your shoulders from morning till night map size of terrain from night until morning join skin through sweating, get in mouth from yawning world is so full, it's as full as an egg this world is perfect, compressed like a spring perfect world crushing much pleasure and pain this world is perfect, it's got everything
come together let us float merry as tea leaves hearts acquiver in suspensions buoyed by warm possibility cloudy arms reaching together
the past, you remember the past speedwalk to the staircase, and you look over your shoulder and way back down the corridor, your enemy appears right in time to notice which way you disappear like a shadow always after you one horizon back, it's always one horizon back keep delaying facing it what would happen if you stopped and let it overtake you? commit to memory (turn into a memory) become what you're afraid of (this is only getting harder) keeps the threat of reaching you alive a cloaked malevolent human form, is it me or is it you? birds swimming keeping watch one horizon past the point of no return memory's not been good to you like a reflex (in the lifetime of my parents) like an impulse (or lifetime alone) ingrained words come flying out too soon tune into a memory, there's so many to choose from, like this one: break the crust, cold water on eyelids glued shut adult legs creak slowly towards meaning dirt under the nails grows thicker, only to be scraped away what's in your guts today? the process is alive for days at a time the trouble is the trouble stays with you, so stay with it got a permanent feeling of being followed through your basement-level archives chased by your own past, your own shadow ill-prepared, maybe unwilling to turn around it's a fake shadow, false footprints, loud floorboards creaking open all the time ruined imprint, rough cough, roll over tune in to a memory, channel-flipping through strings spent the last two days in another world: and it's morning, but the sun hasn't quite risen you walk along the path in the fog by the pond the end of the city the pond is full of angry swans and you've got bread (your enemy is on the other side) ah my old enemy here on the bridge, the bridge spanning the pond here we stand and face each in combat circle each other, hands clasped behind our backs, stand up straight like gentlemen, circling each other in a formal dance, one foot at a time and our swords flutter rapidly in a brief flash my blade right through my enemy's heart like a chainsaw through the branch I'm sitting on instantly I vanish, no chance to even feel surprised the swans are looking on the swans are impressed
Gaden St 03:49
little baby, up at night there's trouble beneath that bed this thing is nasty, mean, and quick it likes to eat kids for fun you'll try in vain, lay awake till dawn but this thing knows your weakness so scream and cry and come drink wine learn how to live in this house whatever else buried underneath foundation deep suddenly beyond your reach dig without answers or relief this strange body bearing tender divots of pain circle each one like tree rings hold that injury soft in your heart with a tenderness you only grant your failures every grace you thought you left only keeps blossoming
Infinity Now 14:34
in the fields of the sun silver water climbs through purple vines where you drift sleeping looking in the eyes of forever see how the world looked the day you were born come step into the water, look over there late afternoon sun decaying on the same yellow field temperature rises and falls as spirits breathe take a step bright blanketed sparks depart, chewing my artichoke heart askew couldn't you wait? relate to feeling the snow melt away in your mouth a couple of lights ignite to refry my bits with a bite through my tongue, a moment of fun undone with one extra crispy pun ??? brown eyes melt away nothing to say, everything to do you scrape the nail, you bite the tooth a meaningful thought is coming loose you click the link, you eat the truth


Music video for "Zebra Speak" by Emma Fritschel:

Music video for "Warmtheningly" by Ethan Hofmayer:

Music video for "I Don't Mind The Taste!" by Sara Kochanski

Scatter was also written. All over NY & MA 2015-2019

This New Basement is:
Sam Fritschel
Max Goldstein
Sam Judkis
Ben Parra

Engineered by Skyler Lloyd
Mixed and mastered patiently and lovingly by Anni Casella / Shape Mastering

Art direction & cover art by Emma Fritschel
Inner art by Ethan Hofmayer
Poster art by Sarah King & Skyler Lloyd

Jackson Martel — vocals (1); saxophone (2)
Trish McGrath, Ethan & Arthur Hofmayer, Sam Robinson — vocals (2)
Dan Shaw — vocals (4)
Bryan Robinson (no relation) — violin (5)
Sara Kochanski — vocals (5 & 6)

Some lyrics in “Gaden St” from Maya Stein’s poem “Weren’t You Amazing?” November 27, 2018

Immeasurable thanks to Skyler & Anni, without whom we never could have completed this massive undertaking, and of course to everyone else who lent their considerable talent and time to this project. It's quite a special thing to know and work with you all.

Released by Sad Cactus Records in 2021


released May 13, 2021


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