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those quiet spaces

from commercial life by orphanage

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"Earth rears her flowers for us no more; a half-remembered dream are we."

Lose those quiet spaces, or fill them up.

Commercial life represents a small lapse in judgment, is being called into question, is based upon hundreds of real dreams, has been meticulously researched to explain ourselves to ourselves, to scatter our attention, to mediate our understanding of the physical world, the unconscious, a transitional phase toward independence. To see a kid in a meadow denotes spending too much time hiding in the shadows of certain minor issues, being manipulated, looking for some form of acceptance. It's also important to note that there is something nagging at time and energy: a clear timeline, something that could easily have occurred in a different way? Anything can happen; really, anything can happen, something that can easily get out of control; things could easily go wrong, fresh circumstances freshly born.

To make the world larger: a constellation of voices, another round of teeth, a sequence of primal instincts and reactions toward sex, food, etc. Food can help: see mice feeding or eating, cultural capital in a big university library surrounded by commercial life, something that is beyond fears, choices, and beliefs. Who can truly identify the cause of feeling disconnected? A word that is often used, born backward, trying to reject and push back the images and feelings of varying degrees of severity, being "in" the world but not of it; wild inner nature, putting up walls between the unconscious itself, or some other repressed desire.

The gift of convincing people to see things, the ability to see the light even in someone who is ruthless, insensitive and treacherous, simply in a bad mood or completely separate from the collective ideals of society, unwilling to confront some painful and disturbing aspect of undiscovered public knowledge; half the human race is delusional, filled with the conceit of "intellectual property." As a basis for division, obey others without question. Let others step all over instinctive dynamism that may delve deeper and uncover what is going on: clothes wet and soiled, while rugs made of tiger skins are spending too much time having difficulties in navigating a small town.

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from commercial life, released December 24, 2011

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orphanage Ypsilanti, Michigan

orphanage is a mostly instrumental solo project based in Ypsilanti, MI since 2011.

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