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Vanity of the Percies

by Yah'Qub Hurley

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a9haines9 cool ghost songs to stare at the wall in your bedroom too Favorite track: X4Y.
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lewd_dood beautiful, dont sleep on this Favorite track: X4Y.
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Harrison The world continues to sleep on Jacob Hurley while I pace my bedroom
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1.
The Valkyrie 01:33
2.
Saint Valentine went riding Ride, Valentine, til the dawn Saint Valentine Ride on
3.
Three 01:54
Three souls Imbued as one
4.
X4Y 04:54
I'll give my life up to you when my heart splits in two And my hands in your hair, and my soul in your prayers No Sexless genderless sweet, with your slipperless feet With your bread in the heat, and your face up to meet No more You gave your soul up for me, running fetterless free Moving fair through the fields, with the hair that you wield No more I'll give my life up to you when my heart splits in two And my hands in your hair, and my soul in your prayers No
5.
Does anyone still make slowcore in 2020. Does anyone still feel sad. Does anyone even do anything, except heavenly singing mad. Did you hear about that guy sun kill moon, turned out to be a harvey weinstein. Everybody's saying this and that, but not me. Me, I wasn't even surprised. Did you hear about that Microphone, dropped a whole audiobook. Did I really need to hear all that stuff About being sad and rich in Oregon. There's no more time for such sad things, It's time to do something else. Just wait til you all unwashed masses Hear the tunes on my B-side.
6.
Eucharistic music made from the flesh Manifesto music made from the ash I move with the music on the seventh day I grove with the harlots on serpent's way I jive with the virgins, I kneel and pray And none you cowards hear what I say And you call me whore No more alt rock indie, I'm hard again Straight ass-slapping like I should've been The same white chocolate MC from back then I'm the sex-having virgin in the lion's den Still you call me whore Eschewing the meat-space for the cyber sex I'm a chaster spirit than 100 gecs I'm a king motherfucker call me oedipus rex Forget bout the zeitgeist because I'm what comes next Rocker or rapper I'm the hardest of all I got the muses on pager, never going to fall Gouki gang sneakers, girl I'm back on the ball The sword-eating lioness just gave me a call I feel like I'm moving too fast past the best Feel like a catholic who's just failed the test Feel like old Goethe in Faustian dress Feeling up a golden-skin silicone breast I'm the anti-whore
7.
Touche cuntfucker, touche cuntfucker Touche cuntfucker, touche cuntfucker Well cuntfucker, you cunt fucker Touche cuntfucker, touche cuntfucker You know cuntfucker, no good cuntfucker Touche cuntfucker, touche And I'll forgive your sins And I'll forget your lies And I'll repent with you Wash the blood from your eyes Touche cuntfucker, you cuntfucker Touche cuntfucker, see cuntfucker You're a cuntfucker, you're a cuntfucker I'm no cuntfucker, I'm an assfucker And so cuntfucker, you shitcunt fucker Touche cuntfucker, touche Burn in hell cuntfucker, burn in hell cuntfucker Burn cuntfucker, burn cuntfucker Burn, burn
8.
The instruments of degeneracy Are falling down like tools from God The sanctitudes of harlotry Are rubbing on an obelisk The dogkiller, he wakes at dawn And roams through the fields with ashen tears The poetries of disharmony Are clanging out as timely signs And I know, and I know, and I know, and I know No, no, no, no The simpleton who holds the knife Against our loins as covenant Degenerates with every tick Of metronomic liebestod The slags no more against the road Return to coop with yolky clucks The dogkiller, he rests at night To hold himself another day Castration dealers and anaesthetes Have wiped the table clean of dew And sterilizing with deluge To wipe the earth out free of sin The instruments of prophesy Are clashing out a sombre tin And dogkillers lurk beyond Prepared to hold against the cause And I know, and I know, and I know, and I know No, no, no, no
9.
The instruments of degeneracy Are falling down like tears from God The sanctitudes of harlotry Are raising up an obelisk The dogkiller, he rises up And burns to the ground with ashen tears The poetries of harmony Are singing out a mutely tune I know, & I know, & I know, & I know No, no, no, no

about

"In this music, a melody is as free to roam thru tonal space as a painter is free to draw & paint free lines, free curves, create free shapes... In FREE MUSIC the various tone-strands (melodic lines) may each have their own rhythmic pulse (or not), if they like; but one tone strand is not enslaved to the other (as in current music) by rhythmic same-beatedness. In FREE MUSIC there are no scales - the melodic lines may glide from & to any depths & heights of (practical) tonal space, just as they may hover about any 'note' without ever alighting upon it... In FREE MUSIC harmony will consist of free combinations (when desired) of all free intervals - not merely concordant or discordant combinations of set intervals (as in current music), but free combinations of all the intervals (but in a gliding state, not needfully in an anchored state) between present intervals..."
-Percy Grainger

Cigarette twirling, head burning, whispers murmuring. Im dancing in the street feeling my feet, blood drip dropping soaking the fresh sleet. There is a dog looking at me and i will give it love oh a fiddle dee dee. Nothing in this world could ever hurt me because I am happy as can be. My insurance is no longer free, maybe ill get paralyzed have more time to read. Maybe ill get breathalyzed spend more time on my feet. I cant afford these lays ill have old dutch mesquite because everything is happy as it can be.

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I composed this music in the late summer of 2020, after getting the idea walking around Boston. The seventh track was mostly composed about two years prior. I started recording on the first day it snowed here, which happened to be Halloween of 2020; I finished on February 6. I composed all the music here, as well as performed recorded mixed and mastered it myself with the exception of my friend Armbrust, of our band Rise Coward, producing the horns on track 2 for me. Liner note paragraph is by Dawson, artist also of the Purification Ritual art.

If it were a vinyl, tracks one through five would be the A side, and six through nine the B side. The album is, by the way, supposed to be thirty-three minutes and thirty-three seconds; issues with the minutiae have had it so that the first side is 15:14, and the second 18:19. I would have prefered 15:15 and 18:18, but I can content myself with the fact that my program tends to cut a second or two off audio, so the temporal fidelity is lesser. Tracks one through three may comprise a single track in a way, as may tracks eight and nine. For the round&even number nine, and for the convenience of not presenting the listener with many endlessly long tracks, I have split them up.

credits

released February 14, 2021

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