Rhode Island

Hello, click HERE to download a roughish demo called “Rust Hulk”.  This can be filed in the category “unused”, as it won’t be done for the album we are in the middle of making. Although I suppose it is being used here. Just in a different way.

RUST HULK

Don’t wake me up if you ever find me sleepwalking. Hey, look, the ash has spilled onto my shoes. But I still can’t recall a single thing about what you looked like or what you did. It’s the supermarket - they made me a monster! Or a changeling, a somnambulist, a still-becoming, a long-time dead, as thin as glass, but “my own man”, not yet a ghost, but still condemned.

I hung about outside a funeral, watching the families file in and file back out. I clung like a shadow with a Fairlight CMI. I played it back, and heard the most wonderful tapestry of sound and grief and human emotion. I was a facsimile, a plagiarist, one who cried at night and shuddered when he pissed. And there’s not a single thing, you can do for me, I’ve already lost, I’ve already lost. I’m a changeling, a somnambulist, a still-becoming, a long-time dead, as thin as glass, but “my own man”, not yet a ghost, but still condemned.

“He speaks in your voice, American, and there’s a shine in his eye that’s halfway hopeful. It’s a school day, sure, but he’s nowhere near the classroom. He wants to be here instead, standing in the shadow of this old rust hulk of a structure.”  (Don DeLillo, Underworld)