Zirconium Forcipes

by Dot.Organ

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    Since the united mutation unification, we have been captivated flesh interfaces. Our research has been exciting and we wish to share our results with you. Therefore, all our findings have been published in Zirconium Forcipes Compact Grimoire.

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about

Phantom greetings extended to newcomers and a hearty welcome back to those of the âme damnée. Despite which category you fall into, introductions are in order: we are Dot.Organ, we’re alive like you. We were born into a biological device which has since evolved alongside a mystifying form of genetic engineering combined with oft overlooked medieval sigillary.

Dot.Organ is designed to consume and reflect worldly concepts in relation to human and homunculus matters. At this perceived temporal interval we have determined these reflections are best delivered through the auditory realm. This artefact is a collection of concepts interpreted throughout the year of 2015. When consuming these reflections we ask that the number four be taken into account.

This auditable relic has been constructed in quarters. These are: Dot.Acoustic (an assembly of instruments whose sound has not been electronically enhanced or modified); Dot.Organ (similar to ‘The Gumshoe Chronicles’, these recordings are the result of a synthetic set of unreal musicians); Dot.Organic (this section is simply the tunes of Dot.Organ that have been collected by packets of blood and bone which have the attributes opposed to animals, divine beings, or machines); and the final quarter is referred to as Dot.8bit (these sounds are the creations of Lily Rosen-Swinton, who is the daughter of last year’s progression of information internalization processing. Lily likes video games and long walks on the microelectronic beach of her mind).

These quarters have been balanced perfectly using the temporal anomaly of an unbeknownst technique called ring composition. This composition allows for a centred assessment track and four single instance tracks of pure quarters floating either side of this halfway point. In addition, the four pure quarter tracks are then divided by six unique couplets which exemplify the exclusive unification of each coupling of quadrants. See if you can find them all!

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released December 31, 2015

Dean Joy – Bass, guitar, synth, vocals
Dan Huish – Banjo, guitar
Stuart Moppett – Drums
Natusha Joy – Vocals
Lily Rosen-Swinton – Synth
Ash Dosen – Art
Dallas Keenes – Mixing
Pete Maher – Mastering

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Dot.Organ is an electronic/organic duo from Newcastle, Australia.

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Track Name: Wax Chest
U don’ no me anymo’
U don’ no anythin’ you say

dekcuF up again
Ain’t got nothin’ to hide
dekcuF up again
Ain’t got know one to hide behind
Tell the truth and you’re crucified

Healing hands are nothin’ to hide behind
Could have dug down and hid it away
Instead I’ve come unstuck in fixin’ tihs
dekcuF up again
Ain’t got know one to behind
Tell the truth and you’re deificurc

Chax West was a friend of mine
Chax West was a friend but he died
Track Name: Mellow Corpse
Stay idle, hunt for your ambition
Make both ends meet then greet your end
You are not; you’re not your job
Water tread, find your flow
Make end’s meat then greet your great end
You are not; you’re not your job

Means to an end in self-made men
Means to an end of the world by the tail between
Legs to stand on tip of tongue in cheek

Are you content? How are you spent?
Wolves at the door, that’s your reward
Are you a corpse? How is your aunt?
Do you do what you want to do with what you have got?

You are not; you’re not your job
But you are; you are your work
Track Name: Baby Wants
Let’s sit around and talk about our emotions
We’ll write songs about our ex-boyfriends and girlfriends
Let’s sing about our solemn aspirations or is it asshole-spirations?
I wanna hear about you as a child with your dysfunctional family
It entertains me

It jerks tears from my eye
Let’s hear how you’re the lonely and the only one
Who can see life for what it is
Well, baby wants its bottle too

Well, baby - just maybe - we all have insignificant problems
Baby, baby girl, tell me the problems of the world
Well, baby boy, show me your pea heart
And if you’re stupid let me spell it out for you
This is not not not the thing to do


You’re a prodigy, you’re better than me; you’re smarter, cooler, higher
You see it all clearer, you’ve smoked more cigarettes
You’ve drank plenty more beers, your brain is glazier
Your sperm swim slower
So lock up your daughter, her ovaries are worn
On her sleeve
But these things make them hipper than me

Your pants are tighter, your hair longer, you’ve grown a moustache and/or a beard
You’ve got black rimmed glasses
You’re as boring and as predictable as this chord progression
Your motives are vain, your actions gluttonous
You’ve got nothing more to live for

Than parading around and peacocking yourself
And consuming as much as your enormous mouth can take
You’re a prodigy, you’re better than me, you’re an effigy
You’re a walking sodomy; you’re a pain in the ass
You’re an effin’ a’
Track Name: Jank Stars
Nothing is solid, everything is energy
Like a picture of the void
Immaterial mental double-slit-optical-system

Circulatory job, muscular organ
Respiratory platform, nervous system

Reality, the great thought, rather than the great machine

Skeletal remains, endocrine access

Closer, closer, adhere
New-zanic-a-fone
Zacki-fon-a-phon
Get ‘em on the phone, yew
Ab-sis alone, want some coffee?
Sippin’ off the top up the side now
Soak

Digestive biscuit
Reproductive collection
Urinary infection
Like a picture of the void
Track Name: Newt Drops/444/Teenage Trap Shap/Smelt Liddle Fither Marc
Smelt liddle fither
Smelt liddle marc
Smelt liddle fither
Smelt liddle fither marc

Smelt liddle fither
Smelt liddle marc
Smelt liddle fither
Smelt liddle fither marc

Smelt liddle fither, smelt liddle marc
Smelt liddle fither marc, smelt liddle fither marc

Smelt liddle fither, smelt liddle marc, smelt liddle fither, smelt liddle fither marc
Track Name: The Thing I Can't Remember
There’s a hole out the back of the place where I live
I buried something dead there but I can’t remember what it is
Stop thinking in metaphors
Start talking in metafives or maybe freeze

It’s the thing I can’t remember
The thing I don’t want to remember
Here’s the thing I’m trying not to remember
It’s the thing I can’t remember
The thing I don’t want to remember
Here’s the thing I’m dying not to remember

There’s a car in the driveway, it’s parked in reverse
I can’t get her started
There was a note beside my bed
She wrote on it but I can’t remember what it said

It’s the thing I can’t remember
The thing I don’t want to remember
Here’s the thing I’m trying not to remember
It’s the thing I can’t remember
The thing I don’t want to remember
Here’s the thing I’m dying not to remember

The grass will grow again
Take care, my friend
The grass grew over it again
The grass grew over it again

Well I filled up the hole, put a brick on top
Stopped my dog from digging it up
Well I filled up the tank, finally took her out
As we turned the first corner she died
Found the note all balled up in the trash
This is what she had to say

Take care
Track Name: Coogee Bear
Gotta friend named Coogee Bear
Got his name when he was young
From a hotel chain
He don’t like it very much

But we still call him
Coogee Bear, Coogee Bear, Coogee Bear
From a hotel he got his name

Coogee Bear, Coogee Bear, he’s a little Coogee Bear
Coogee Bear, underwear, he’s my friend, he’s Coogee Bear
Coogee Bear, who’s your Bear?
He’s my friend, they call him Coogee Bear
Track Name: Rambunctious Demoniac
Grandma died on her birthday
It was raining on the cabin in the woods
He watched from outside that night
I held her cool hand
Night

Through the window
I watched him as he watched me
Rain like tears
Streamed down his face as he ran

I dash along on dead leaves
He hides between the redwood and cedar

Evaporate
Behind me
It reaches out
With hands so cool
I turn around
It melts into me

Through others’ eyes
I watch her as he is me
I dash along on green leaves
He hides inside the breach
With a thousand heads

Behind it
I reach it out
With hands so cool
It turns around
Dantalion

Hear me, gotta steal this song, yeah
Kill me, gonna be free
Wanna be free from this
Lemme give it away, gimme

Evaporate
Behind us
We reach it out
With hands so cool
We turn around

Raining again on the cabin in the woods
We dash along to the window
Gotta steal this song
Gonna be free
Wanna steal this song?
Possession