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The Owl

by Adeem the Artist

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1.
Apocalypse 04:55
Reading Tarot in an alleyway by Sparky’s on Burnett With the lovers card reversed there in the center next to death And she’s reacting to the images (or what they represent) But when we’re driving home, she carries on about her animal spirit She rattles off some wisdom, some Snapple facts she’s read, Or perhaps she’s checking twitter- but her voice becomes intense And she says, “If I was an owl, how would we have met? Is there some pattern to the cosmos or are you just the one I picked?” Pulling up to the apartment, she is quiet and content Running through the mock occasions of the ways we would have met And I am careful not to miss her trembling silhouette Juxtaposed against the terrors of apocalypse
2.
Na-na-na-na I drove with reckless speed to pick you up From the corner of Salina and East Fayette When I first heard the news, I only thought of you Na-na-na-na We made our way to Westcott in the rain You were bleeding out and singing through the pain But you looked so fine as I carried you inside Na-na-na-na Searched the house to find the last few hydrocodone I had left Wondering how many of our friends were probably dead I sat and heard your desperate pleas until it was just me And your body
3.
I stepped out into traffic and felt the cars race by A hurricane of blind emotions guiding me from inside The workers organized; this highway’s occupied By rage and flesh and I will sacrifice myself upon the asphalt of I-81 Headlights blazing down the interstate I make my way into the center of the lane If I could inhale before it breaks through me, it would be nice just to breathe again Wipe me away, clean the streets Keep the Country safe from me Nothing is changing I take a hit, let it break Spinning on the freeway I send you spinning
4.
We sprayed the leaves in PCP, Carved a pipe from a zucchini You got a call from your friend Jenny Who made a joke that she was watching me Between the blinds in that locked closet we weren’t allowed to see When we first rented this apartment And you said to me, “I am afraid” every night for the first two weeks I started spinning Dead Kennedy’s You lit the fire and breathed in deep I watched the vessels in your eyes throbbing You asked, “Am I the owl?” Breathed in my ear I was aroused and acted like I didn’t hear To still a kiss when you asked me again And I bit your lip so hard I broke the skin You started bleeding in my mouth We both collapsed and stained the carpet making out You asked again, “Am I the owl?” I whispered barely audibly, “I don’t know- but we’re alarmingly free Just a couple of Americans smoking PCP and imagining we are infinite” Imagining we are infinite Imagine that we are infinite

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Concept album about a couple who find meaning in Dead Kennedy's, "I Am The Owl" as their chosen mythos.

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released May 5, 2017

All instruments, engineering, production, etc. by Adeem Bingham with helpful satellite assistance from Jesse Harris, Dylen Terflinger, & Rob Kronen.

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Adeem is a seventh-generation Carolinian, a makeshift poet, singer-songwriter, storyteller, and blue-collar Artist.

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