Blue Dot Black: A Half​-​Life Regression

by Animal Pharma

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An unreleased album in its entirety. Recorded in Rowville 2011, from a life before Animal Pharma.

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released September 13, 2014

Written and produced by Animal Pharma.

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Track Name: Everything Rag
You've poisoned the false in my eye
Filling my stomach with your prophecidal grievances
But you can sell it for decent price
Pretend to rewrite all my wrong

Need a reason I should keep being me
Devoiding the bottle for the proof of all security
You lose your wisdom when you keep all the friends
Keep all the friends you'll disown

Parents beware, you're being watched
By an old, old nuisance
Three times sixty degree angles

Once sheep to ascend the chair
Dropping the head of every shepherd bow in unison
'Twas the same last century
Three thousand years to the day

And they can give it a brand new name
They're making a name for the republicratic bucket list
And I can catch your falling wings in the sky
They're fixing wings of the same colour grey

Parents beware, you're being watched
By an old, old nuisance
Three times sixty degree angles

You seem an important fake
Faking importance keeps you making your own sandwiches
Some think that you're better spayed
To keep little kids being chipped

Leave it to the middle folks
Deflating the problems made a problem in the first place
Your family is just the same
Just the same as the rest

Parents beware, you're being watched
By an old, old nuisance
Three times sixty degree angles

Douse all of it
For no one reads wet ink
Without a shade, it is sick
But I won't be around for any of it
Track Name: Mazelmorfe
I'm a well-groomed boy
Good boy, old rules spent
Through old pages
Of brooded martyrs
Mazelmorfe

Monday morning day
We appear the same
Little soldiers
That shoot their word bombs
Mazelmorfe

Sore cathedral walls
Burnt for urban sprawl
Wash away all my
Sick certificates
Mazelmorfe

I'm a well-groomed boy
(I ought to repent)
Good boy, old rules spent
(But I thought that you sent me down the isle)
Through old pages
(To repel and defend)
Of brooded martyrs
(And confess from the lip, the lip obeys)
Mazelmorfe
Track Name: On My Pillow
Your pillow, smelling of all your dreams
Tender and gentle and stuffing with memories
Home of the tooth fairy, she still believes in me yet

Softly in anarchy, sealed inside birthday cards
I have some enemies living cerebrally
Taking their time in a chemical war in my mind

On my pillow
On my pillow with you

On my pillow with your print inside of it
My print inside of you, my seed is finding you
Slip into REM, Freudian bed bugs begin

Mayday in all I have
Married in breath and breast and baby milk
To feed me my own half
If I was queerer than I seem
I wonder if she still thinks of me
As I come to pass and nest inside

Your pillow, a plateau of phantom itch
On skin that is piquant and ripe when it splits
Your mummified milk cartons
Remind you of angels by your bed

On my pillow

I still recall you infested
Acrylic, untested and left in some womb
But you can get by when depressed, kid
On my pillow
On my pillow with you
Track Name: Midget
For I am a midget
And I am waddling
But I’m getting taller; yes I’m getting taller
Yes I am

Sweeter be
In my baby clothes
Wrapped ‘round your knee
And making you warmer, ‘til I will deform
And dissolve away

And I
Want you to notice
When I die
My tiny coffin’s lullaby
Or will you rebuild me to your height

I sleep with my teddy bear
But it smells like mildew
‘Cause I’m getting older, yes I’m getting older
Yes I am

Memory
Of my Sunday prayers
Inside a Pisces
To keep all the flora, I’ll keep all the flora
Here with me

And I
Want you to notice
When I die
My tiny coffin’s lullaby
Or will you rebuild me to your height
My tiny coffin
Or will you rebuild me to your height
Track Name: Patti May Pt. I
I am your seaweed starfish friend
And my ladies where the water ends
I’m watching comfortably inside
The turtle shell of your black fringe

Your skin is ashing to the sun
Spray paint and plastic bags are fun
It brings your body from whence you hid
Out of my petrol can to my lips

I am God, I’m a God, I’m a God
And I’m nothing, I am nothing God
And you are God, I’m inside of you
Inside a nothing God oh

Patti May, Patti May
Won’t you come and play with me
Patti May, Patti May
My head’s swimming
I wish you were real tonight

Our bodies tattooed with relief
Of razors and olanzapine
And you wither with my shadow as
I rid myself of food to eat

My finger print’s in uterus
(You've drowned the playground from your shell)
Where trouble melts like opiates
(That vomits apple fumes of tar)
With poison airborne freedom kiss
(And I know that you can't keep for long)
Back into void where we first met
(And yonder she goes)

Chorus

Play with me, Patti May
(It's okay to die, okay)
Tonight
Track Name: Polkadot Brain
You had a polkadot brain
Lukewarm and refunding
And it slept in a puddle of rain
And a few breaking hymens

And I wish you had smoked
With me inside
Than let me get bullied
Retarded's supposed
To rid me of shame
So leave all your earrings
Your perfumes and soaps
I'll recognize

Hospital linen
Is made out of shit and monopoly
But I skipped vaccinations
'Cause medicine's weird when it's free

And I wish you had smoked
With me inside
Than let me get bullied
Retarded's supposed
To rid me of shame
So leave all your earrings
Your perfumes and soaps
I'll recognize

Mold a ceramic friend
To keep in your shoe where you tread
And I hope that it looks like me
Before you abandon it

And I wish you had smoked
With me inside
Than let me get bullied
Retarded's supposed
To rid me of shame
So leave all your earrings
Your perfumes and soaps
I'll recognize
Track Name: Stone Name Tags
Past stone name tags
Lined in classes
Wealthy, poor
And the rest were farmers

They were new once
Since have blemished
And won't know for
Same or different

Inside eyeballs
The only thing I have
Never seen
And never will see

They were new once
Since have blemished
And won't know for
Same or different

Same every new era
Turns all families sterile
And sour

For a new baby to come
The oldest leaves for war
Track Name: I Don't Look Like That No More
I took the 682 to waste my life
Deep late the afternoon

I didn't notice anybody
That I used to know

For I'm content to sit and stare
Right into space for nothing

Though you were right whom you had thought
But I don't look like that no more

You reminisce about the kid
Who sat a few rows yonder

I must've had a bull's eye spot
Upon the back of my head

I sometimes think about
The people that I could've followed

Though you were right whom you had thought
But I don't like that no more

They should've killed the kid
Who they just didn't like

He took his time beneath his sheets
To plan his own demise

He had a friend
Of whom assisted tiddul dreams together

Now he would rather vouch
The can of his next beer

My ticket always looks the same
A bunch of am/pm's

The kids I saw inside the school grounds
All have occupations

I just want to have
A deeper voice than anybody

And if I did I think
That I could bare to sleep a-nightly

I don't look like that no more
Track Name: Celestial Lament
Bald to corrosion
Sprinkling onto sick feet
Esteemed to untreat these
Symptoms of cessation

I want to divide me
Into three equations
And you are the third part
Lining into syzygy

I want to divide me
Into three equations
And you are the third part

In time all is fertile
No hand left to sow such
And she was the one crush
Sworn to hope I's real

I want to divide me
Into three equations
And you are the third part
Lining into syzygy

I want to divide me
Into three equations
And you are the third part
Track Name: Oddword
Star-boiled salt water beds
Choking on horsehair brush
What you call a poets tears
Fermented, demented old thoughts

So sit sad
Let me freeze your eyes
With the oddest words I like
While I still have time

A shoebox of dog-eared dates
That happened according to me
Is covered in X-mas wish
At foot of the podium

So sit sad
Let me freeze your eyes
With the oddest words I like
While I still have time