( Listening lies only partially under the control of the listener and provides a greater opportunity for objects of perception to exercise agency) ( The principle feature of city soundscape is random motion...it is pedesis, brownian motion, gausian noise) (The geographic contours of urban life are thus networks between material environments and the intensities of perception, imagination, and fantasy, creating a feverish intensity) Remember when the buffer was on? Any street, any face, every fight was won? I recall when the margins were out, before friends turned into cranes Remember when the pressure would start? Little bugs, little glitches, easy cathartic? It's something rather paramount to see the skyline in wonder haze Why the running? Why the pain? Destiny Failure A cruel urban game Walking or running Still or mobile A foil, a mountain A foot or a mile Remember when the buffer was on? Any street, any face, every fight was won? Recall when the margins were out, before friends turned into cranes Remember when the pressure would build? Big bugs, big pitches, no time to yield? It's something tantamount to these sounds of urban decay Let's break from this language base Take Schafer at his word I see it in the orange glow of street lights Reflecting off the dark urban sphere Metallic shadows in a hue of calm caution Where I learned appropriate fear Different riffs sprung from the sound of chaos During the hum and drive of giant turbines Constrained no more by their metal lodging Overwhelming is good sometimes How do you fix the restlessness? While selling time? I look for my tabula rasa As I ride the #5 Break what you tell yourself, wait must you turn it all down Wait can't you check yourself, too late to forget and tune out Break what you tell yourself, wait must you follow it down Break with the train arrival, fight in the battle of the idles Profile outdated Contacts antiquated Oh the embedded art Returning to the start We try and find a little piece of our imagined life, our own choices Sometimes that measure lasts four years time, chasing glory Going down the slippery slope To the sounds of industry The pressure it bears down Learning the importance of curtains Learning the necessity of masks Do it for you, do it for me A steel and carbon symphony To the sounds of industry The golden hearts start slipping down

Tow the line! Tow the line Our anchor barely holds Against the unknown mold, against the fray I've got to go, I've got to go Simple declarations I can't stand that York Creek exit anymore Think it's time for me to leave I travel light Re-ignition, I'm taking back what's mine Will you leave my side? Spin dimension, always waiting for a sign With nothing more than a try Driving down on 35 Another crossroad, a different view The horizon that belonged to Mabel This old chore is now something new Let's slow this hill country drive down Put the time in a freeze Slow down to eternal seconds Cheat the rarity of this space and breathe You know how I like my harbingers Holly Like that first scent of Spring Captive space, looking at Las Meninas I'm keeping the callouses, I'm keeping them for me Re-ignition, I'm taking back what's mine Will you leave my side? Print editions, with never an easy line No more space to hide So we ride, we ride

And all we had was ending Melting away on AA67 Hands clutched, wishing That every little sound found a permanent home That last day in Barca danced with the weight of the world Singing that it's all right, it's OK, it's just unknown Crisp and Grace react with a spin and a Running uphill with Phil Trying to channel the grey Of my science and charity (The holly returns) As two fear the title, " And then there was one" Vale! A Quotidiano band aid was set at the edge of the world A feeling of being all right, being OK, set and the plan evolved You want me to affirm, but I won't I won't stop the remaining feelings of ebbing Wary of repeating, wary of defeating The fire of Bouldin I see it in the Picasso postcards I hear it in the Southern Ghost march I wanted an easy simile of a puzzle But the sublime just doesn't fit in a frame It's sheer The rune is getting the last laugh The need to be seen returns to form As the soon starts to change to the forefront The rune returns to The rune is getting the last laugh The need to be seen returns to form As the soon starts to change to the forefront The rune returns to I can see it In the cities of the sycamores Another drink alone Noise and beauty, frame dismantled It's ultra It's ultra

Writing with my left hand Holding on to you with my right Determined to make something of these young days Closing in on that dance with the devil Cearl Street Purch! Over this cheap elation The doubt begins to creep in I'm sorry about our communication Those walls seemed important at the time OK all right let's reflect while moving Find a reward for our late night restlessness Our requiem in a valley, among towering overdrafts Leads me to the manual fade play chasing grey weightless yeses Help distract me, lift my mind from the mundane Usually, thrown at the twenty something Crazy, for these orbits spinning around my head It seems that the moon hangs high these days Expecting noise, met with silence Your frame and I at the center of this, weightlessness The horror the horror The wheels go round Sirens scream, dilated pupils The mirth is snapped, the bend tends downward The night grows darker, the horror the horror

It sits in the creases A prudent tide from an ardent moon Looking down at all our pieces The ancient old and random new, join the deja vu Mise en abyme, Mise en abyme (There is no stop, there is only push) Mise en abyme, Mise en abyme (The only one I see, the only one I breathe) Mise en abyme, Mise en abyme (There is no stop, there is only push)You're a Monday in a storm Mise en abyme, Mise en abyme (There is no stop, there is only push) Reaching for that strike of lightning Ride with me, tilt with me Reaching for the experimental with trust Looking at that dark horizon Ride with me, tilt with me Singing our original vespers with lust Back to wall Heavy mists Halfway tuned pianos and regrettable science Dark slacks Shadows Tracer hips Caprock There is no subtle line to offer you in time It's just...pressure and sustain Take my hand while you gather how A lack of choices could be a gain It's so easy to see the tatters It's why we must embrace the pain It's stepping up stairs, not a ladder Got to fight in these isolated days Mise en abyme, Mise en abyme Mise en abyme, Mise en abyme Reaching for that strike of lightning Ride with me, tilt with me Reaching for the experimental with trust Looking at that dark horizon Ride with me, tilt with me Singing our original vespers with lust Heavy Price Harness Burn Watching explosions reflect off the water As structures change As light fades What new reason will beg to alter You

Written and Performed by Travis Pope

A great impression of a mirror Reflecting commons just to hide in plain sight Reveals an edge of fear Devote your sharpened teeth Grind me back to the middle line I want to know your faults I want to see your Y Stridor Serrae, Stridor Serrae Light my blood on fire A wanted dream on the periphery That still rolling lone tire To take a pulse of the mystery I vie against the subtle Stridor Serrae, Stridor Serrae I want your trouble I can feel you, checking out my proceeds proceed! Power trip, I'd like to add to your confidence poem Dance with respective, watch your perspective A quick good riddance like to 2016 You look like you just met your muse, elevated! Undulation cresting Stridor Serrae, Stridor Serrae Light my blood on fire A wanted dream on the periphery That still rolling lone tire To take a pulse of the mystery I vie against the subtle Stridor Serrae, Stridor Serrae Rethink your trouble I'm not saying that it's all lost I'm not buying all this hail to the chief I'm not hinting that there's no cost To hear all these words and stay glued to your seat I'm not saying that it's all lost (Never intended to hurt) I'm not buying all this hail to the chief (Just wanted to be free) I'm not hinting that there's no cost (A theme hallowed in these walls) To hear all these words and stay glued to your seat ( An echo in your steps towards me) Stridor Serrae, Stridor Serrae Light my blood on fire A wanted dream on the periphery That still rolling lone tire To take a pulse of the mystery I vie against the subtle Stridor Serrae, Stridor Serrae I want your trouble

It's in between the ears during hot takes It's the burden of a namesake It's an old habit dying hard It's a release that doesn't go as far Reasons of the head Reasons of the head, why I fall Reasons of the head Reasons of the head, why I keep falling down It's a cold, bold move in the sand It's a lesson from another land It's the pale brunette in the wings It's the pull of the mystery Reasons of the head Reasons of the head, why I fall Reasons of the head Reasons of the head, why I keep falling down I don't recognize the face staring back at me Overwhelmed by the current, I can't breathe So many empty words, it's disgusting Isolated, left to my own burning Reasons

What is this common ground, underground? Quite a detached set of terms I sift the features I start to wander Walking along the fringes Start to see the water Another fade to black, format Another compact disc without a home I sift through the features I begin to filter Walking along the fringes I start to wonder, are you just another Fish in the water Fish in the water Fish in the water Fish in the water Shadows drinking cocktails in crystal King Leopold caring for his shiny new pistol The spark always arrives when you are selling time Soft ears will hear that it's all been done before It's all mimetic It's self doubt and woe is me Learn from my efforts The tatters of my memory card Will you wonder? Be aware of your filter? Walk with me along the fringes? Or through the water? Through the water! Will you wonder? Will you wonder? Bet the future Tell me will you wonder? Will you wonder? Lungs turned embers Out of the ashes of my dreams Ideas put to rosewood Colored in reverie

I was walking in the middle with my eyes to the left As we rattled off the llobregat As we toured closer to Gaudi your hands clasped mine As the tinges of those stones belied Revolta Revolta Revolta Revolta Red table wine, with brandy All those Razzmatazz lines, oh my Unveil a like-minded soul with the same limitations Do you have WiFi? We light a spliff feigning nimble as the pots and pans rallied And the Catalans cried Revolta (Let's take time off from the unknown and mold the known) Revolta (Let's be here, now) Revolta (Basking in the overcast warmth) Revolta (We are not afraid of that storm, with all it's hues of eerie) Along the streets of Born We are the bicyclist lost in time Like prior masters of design We're joining their classics My beautiful Indian Paintbrush Against these old Towers of Power I only see Revolta

Saw you first preaching Pixel Revolt in a dusty West Texas bar Young and restless, so hard to avoid especially with those eyes of yours Effervescent light, your glimmer held me as time checked out our rubber band As I stared back I still remember hopeing you'd give breath to the truth on your lips Old tries collide with Blue Jay brainstorm Old lines collide with Holly Old signs collide with Blue Jay brainstorm Old lives collide with Holly Sarah's farm turned to Santa Fe as you thought you were a dormant bloom My cursive, my Texas Lantana I've been flying with the Blue Jays for you In fifty years, as youth jeers will time force us to let it go A future fear, a present clear love, calm, and ebbing Resonate me away And only when it's at it's darkest The clearing comes when alone I see you in searing red, white bright borders A striking flame against the snow All this effort, these foundations of time If it makes you ease your pain then go ahead Collide with those pillars they are yours to destroy My anxious pain, my gift to you Holly I'll let the waves scoop us up, tear us down Like we're just dancing on the town and breaking a few laws along the way As the vultures circle in there's so much warmth where to begin But dream of when we're older all over again Watching your face in my hands as they weather I'm not a hero but I will try To turn your burden into feathers And if you need to go ahead and collide

Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there I do not sleep I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle Autumn rain When you awaken to morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush I see you I see you and In the tinges of In the governance of my I see you and In the tinges of my In the governance of my days I see you and Leon In the tinges of my works And in the governance of my days I see you and Leon In the tinges of my works And in the governance of my days I don't want my memory saturated My chains to Austin exaggerated I'm sorry I didn't come up on time I don't want my memory saturated My chains to Austin exaggerated I'm sorry I didn't come up on time To say goodbye Redbird Of quiet birds in circled flight I am the soft stars that shine at night Do not stand at my grave and cry I am not there I did not die

Bust de femme avec chapeau Hung with low clouds in 2-1-O A sudden revival signals the end To an ink-stained weight, my argent friend Bare skin burned, a blazing sun While reaching back for that old fun An ardent awe pulls back the tint Poetics lost, an ephemeral sin In my time I was taking you with me Your line was a looked to respite Heavy with your ghosts that I carry Weary pulling past to the bright light Windmills spun and the Bright House burned As I walked to the end not having learned I took it all then I stabbed your back For the elbows and hip bones, fist pump act In my time I was taking you with me Your line was a looked to respite Heavy with your ghosts that I carry Weary pulling past to the bright light Here we are and here I am I thought this project foretold the end Yet a bolstered hurt in brainstorm Proves something torn is now formed Pax