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the medium

by L.U.C.

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water bugs 04:03
When nothing works I go down to the Muddy lake and sink into the only Thing that matters like distant reflections on the water If you teach something with no soul how to speak Should you pour water down its back until it becomes weak Chirping bouncing off the rocks but still absorbed Thank you all those disappointed in what you adored When nothing works I go down to the Muddy lake and sink into the only Thing that matters like distant reflections on the water look up at the moon look up at the adult store it always feels like the same one simple as stars in the sky
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film 02:39
I like the cherry colored sun in the window Death to my enemies I know I don’t have any I wanna gouge my eyes out roll them in my hands And go back to my friends house silky smooth water I can feel everything look up at your higher self Now try to climb it try to reach your hands out Death to my enemies I know I don’t have any But nothing feels better than getting rid of old things I can live on nothing I can take the bus home Looking out the window highways lined with cell phones No one pulls the knife out everyone is peaceful Sitting on the grass now sitting with your hands full Ill listen to aphex twin and go home to my friends Plug myself in until it ends
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listen to me 04:23
i dont care what your practice is i dont care about what you make i dont care about your influences i dont care about what you say i dont care what your practice is i dont care about what you make i dont care about your influences i dont care about what you say so call me on the phone and listen i dont think that theres a reason for anyone to care about what you do if you only do it for you i think you can live so wise but in the end we all die and if you keep going like this well no one will want to want to live with you x2 Its not that its bad Its just that
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spectre 01:39
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If I had a choice of what my life would be id drop everything now Scorpio rising, tender Sappho, poison in my mind and how Im trying my best to be easier on the ears and eyes but how can One do that and recognize the world in its current state full of chaos and Fast energy. Speeding towards you with a bribe did you think Naked lunch was literal or is it just a voyeurs eyes you have Your industry becomes all it critiques and how unfortunate we wallow through it Though everything has become transparent and filmy causing sickly Fatigue and melancholy in cold unfeeling hands of rotting youth and Think its sick and sad to roll around to stay cool like the pigs you Conquer and become a hollow shell of all your past lives Looking back I never wanted that for you But desperate times call for desperate measures I drank out of the hose and never got ill Desperate times call for desperate measures So lets clean off the mud in the cold stand still But desperate times call for desperate measures
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Sweet messanger Velvet skin The flames licking my heels The door in my chest opens Lets in the cold sunlight I dont know what I want I dont know what I want I dont know what I want You won’t listen to this and feel badass You wont listen to this unless You want to feel like your true self Digging deep into your chest I dont know what I want I dont know what I want I dont know what I want You wouldn’t know If it kicked you in the face
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gloomybear 02:27
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“Whatever you now find weird, ugly, uncomfortable and nasty about a new medium will surely become its signature. CD distortion, the jitteriness of digital video, the crap sound of 8-bit - all of these will be cherished and emulated as soon as they can be avoided. It’s the sound of failure: so much modern art is the sound of things going out of control, of a medium pushing to its limits and breaking apart. The distorted guitar sound is the sound of something too loud for the medium supposed to carry it. The blues singer with the cracked voice is the sound of an emotional cry too powerful for the throat that releases it. The excitement of grainy film, of bleached-out black and white, is the excitement of witnessing events too momentous for the medium assigned to record them.” ― Brian Eno, A Year With Swollen Appendices

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released January 1, 2021

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L.U.C. New York, New York

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(fka sparklingspit)

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