Maximum R&D

by James Britt

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1.
Excerpts echo on the landing Briefly tangle as they start to fade away Behind the Medecos and deadbolts Broken math informs the calculus at play A secret carnival of shifting acts The penny-fused ambitions on display Lean back off the rooftop just to follow Constellations for another age Fall on to the Paris night-boat singing, burning up until you hit the stage As some improbable magician Conjuring past yet another stunning cage Defer the accidental, Drive the water from the shore Solitude of will deforms Mind the circle of the blast And incinerate the past Discarded or collected On discovery all vain While passion still performs To orchestrate the whole Hearts humming with one soul Embracing in the passing All permission but a veil We are dancing through the storms Shadows on the dune Throwing roses at the moon Introspection as reveal Or so we tell ourselves We burn the map in place Do we formulate the real Or do we sell ourselves? As fiction finds the space But we invent ourselves again Embrace the maximum Uproot the lotus tree Corrode sedition's last refrain And want the maximum We want the R & D On step along the marble stairs In all the promising With every story found When do we recreate the real How do we sell ourselves? A fiction found and bound But we invent ourselves again Embrace the maximum And burn the lotus tree Corrode sedition's last refrain We want the maximum It's all R & D
2.
Nameless 02:45
I tell myself that it's a dream. I close my eyes and wander all that's been invented. You've given everything a name. You close your eyes to wonder, saturated faith to obligate A shutter to prolong a failed reaction Falling, falling. What's seen is partial point of view A luring fiction tricks the opening of shelter. To press oneself against the real Colliding past the friction that obscures what resists Forming empty names that seem to just keep on calling, calling. Tagging truth congeals to lie Convinced by shallow shrapnel reason bricks the soul Rejecting what's before your eyes You will stay nameless in the shame you lack forever hiding Forming empty names that you will just keep on calling, calling.
3.
The rain prefers the rusted hills that we've left behind Recurring sage marks time we're passing in sudden golden trails Returning softly clouds confer with the patient fields The light conceding to the road What other days remain our own with such painted shape Thoughts tired so familiar merge to our sure escape It's now our turn to softly sing the lulling hum's refrain A light preceding for our road
4.
TR3 04:15
Were we ghosts When we scratched the walls Did our noise remain the contagion of rhythm Pasting day-glo against black and white dance noise reaction of corrosive addition The avalanche of a license to fail The fix for a rigged ignition An invitation to sudden life Lived in four-quarter entropy The avalanche of a license to fail The fix for a rigged ignition An inflammation of sudden life Lived in four-quarter entropy A sudden ballet On a brief palisade in the black light of downtown All shards are imagined Pasting day-glo against black and white dance noise reaction of corrosive addition The avalanche of a license to fail The fix for a rigged ignition An invitation to sudden life Lived in four-quarter entropy The avalanche of a license to fail The fix for a rigged ignition The information of sudden life Lived in four-quarter entropy Forging ghosts When we scratched the walls In the noise remains the contagion of rhythm White Street ballet Corrodes black and white Dance noise infraction Inflamed our condition The avalanche of a license to fail The fix for a rigged ignition An invitation to the sudden life Lived in four-quarter entropy The avalanche of a license to fail The fix for a rigged ignition An inflammation of sudden life Lived in four-quarter entropy The avalanche of a license to fail The fix for a rigged ignition The information of sudden life Lived in four-quarter entropy
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Like tales of Cabrini woods Fading flights of Mind how the stories fold Mere ambition shines behind the Eyes always burning north Or over past the bridge's lines Far on, from these streets Beyond the running and the Routine of our noise The fumes trapped in Bags, Bennett underfoot Needles mark the interrupted Trail walked by the ghosts Our alter-egos bruised while The A train calls again One last super-sonic run Another late-night Pinehurst Another canvas changed Reach past the recent future Small hopes, prearranged Replay the evening shadows Remake the morning star We leave, to live We are left with who we are Marked arms, adverted look Shielding from the show of Charmed lives spinning past Sheer revision lost behind the Eyes always turning north Beyond the drop of Overlook Paths shown, as they bring fortune in the waiting and the Route shaped by our choice Assumes that we Find here underfoot Spaces left to bridge the broken Trails left by our ghosts Our altered streets resume The morning calls again One last super-sonic run Another late-night Pinehurst Another canvas changed Reach past the recent future Small hopes, prearranged Replay the evening shadows Remake the morning star We leave, to live We are left with who we are We bring with us what we think worth reclaiming And put them with the things we still withhold The dead will not be buried by renaming But fate is just a story we've been told.
7.
How We Sleep 04:25
In the dream The stride is ocean grace In the dream We are without a place And never near that last ungrateful fading In the dream Past angels waiting low Undelayed For time we rarely know The chorus narrates over hearts cascading Heather fields to teach the road to us How we sleep Renews the final trust Forgetting how we lose the cost of fearing Unrestrained untainted How we sleep The pleasures of our fortune How we weep To drop away all tangle Exhale the thinning air Across the hills We fold up disbelief Past the clouds compelled to shattered grief For all such moments now We are what we allow

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The debut album from James Britt. A counter-part to the same-named album from Neurogami.

A collection of songs that merges post-punk with minimalism with dance-noise with ambient.

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released November 16, 2016

Produced, arranged, composed, and performed by James Britt

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