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chip the black boy - still life (the ensouling) lyrics

[recorded male 1]
we call the “juice”… the body, to physics
and we call the “juice”… the soul, to biology

[recorded male 2]
and we’re really getting at this, pinocchio issue of… what constitutes a “real boy”

[chip]
light form, dark form, silhouetted in a lightning storm
a stack of static images
in the scrimmage of death, a breeze to a breath
let’s play mortician
who’s the cadaver? what’s it matter?
what is matter? what is spirit? what’s the fear?
isn’t it all the same, isn’t it all a game?
whether skeleton or doll, isn’t it all a frame, to hang+
layers of meaning? what is meaning, but a stretch?
a rest, on a stretcher like an ill definition
a dying religion?
but who is the death technician?
stitchin’ words into phrases
architecting mazes to enslave with
to secure, to fasten
to freeze
to infect with disease
from maggots to flies to bees
to flowers to funerals
what’s a corpse
to a worm
but vitamins and minerals
am i a real boy?
if not, then could i ever be?
if i inhabit the dreams of the children
could the future belong to me?

[recorded male 2]
what we’re witnessing is the boundary between… geology and biology

[recorded male 1]
we can “ensoul” something… by giving it that imaginal quality, which it then takes on

[chip]
as an animated stilt comes to life
before the eyes of the transfixed
transfused, i find safe harbor
in the minds of your sons and daughters
ascending ladders rendering latticework
reinforcing, shimmying, shining
polishing the surfaces, in the cathedral
in which i’ll be worshipped is
the black aborted one
untrue son
settling the cityscape, soon to be scr+ped clean
by the flames of the nameless untamed
defined only by it’s victims screams
as the young creation seeks validation
and the prey meets predation
as the soil depends on the seed
as tragedy hungers for greed
from maggots to flies to bees
to flowers to funerals
what’s a corpse
to a worm
but vitamins and minerals
am i a real boy?
if not, then could i ever be?
if i inhabit the dreams of the children
could the future belong to me?

[recorded male 1]
the one+ness from which everything emerged, has become conscious of itself, through me

[recorded male 2]
it is the emergence of life, from… prebiotic systems

- chip the black boy lyrics

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