Immersion

by Identikit

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released September 29, 2017

Archie // bass, percussion
Bobby // drums, percussion
Britta // violin, vocal
Grace // clarinet
Justin // grand piano, melodica, synthesizer
Lollie // flute
Ryan // tenor and alto saxophones, clarinet, vocal

Music and lyrics by Archie. Recorded at Bobby's Abode, the Sand Berg, and Home Bass.

Special thanks to William Sandberg, Maggie & Bob Sandberg, Eugene & Shelly Greenberg, Jonathan O'Neal, Lisa Rossi, Abby Loesch, and Alex Weiss.

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Identikit is a progressive sextet that doesn't understand jazz.

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Track Name: Pidgin Feeling
Beacons burned bright by bayside;
alarmed, you bent and snuffed me out.
Smoke signals my resignation.
Believe me, I'm in here.

Forgive me my pidgin feeling.
Forgive me.

And should no phoneme suffice,
fly not forfeit's flag on the promenade
but fly flag in hand,
gnarled from a lifetime's shakes,
and propose me in semaphore
a cipher to span our fault;
my fault.

Echoless in vaulted fissure,
a futile fugue in deafened solfege;
and as I fail and fall asleep,
forgive me my pidgin feeling.

Forgive me my pidgin feeling.
Forgive me.
Track Name: Forced Perspective
Lost little gnostic
making manifest a destiny,
etching out a time and place.
And projecting this caustic
renders a retraceable recipe;
anchor latched on empty space.

What sorcery -
this orrery,
releasing me?

Unincarnate, I shine;
hydra-headed polycosms emerge,
we yell, "Look at that fucker Dance!"
See how my other half lives!
...half lives.
Is it too late?
(It is too late - it was always too late.)

In half lives, I missed the immersive:
identity's inanimate riposte;
Gödel's long, weary sigh.
Forced perspective;
negative space's substance lost
on the all-seeing eye.

What cruelty,
this orrery
of orreries.
Track Name: Cupio Dissolvi
I came to on the doorstep of dependency

Like a lover confessing,
I will follow through once I have spit out my first word.

Atmosphere placid, like a sober summer doldrum;
lucid, like the squelch of shit hitting fan.
The vicious cycle's eye deserted by desire and compunction -
cupio dissolvi.

I dreamt a storm.
Aqua pura pouring out the outlets
of a home possessed by obsession,
released in flood -

I dreamt I awoke
and knew it all was all right.
I sprezzed a tura undermind:
a waking dream

But I shoegaze numbly, reaching for the handle.
I could throw this all away.
I could botch all of this
with the slip of a finger.

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