Get all 32 Lxnnnie releases available on Bandcamp and save 50%.
Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality downloads of Greatest Hits in My Mind, Ill Fate, Hell or High Water, Shit That Didn't Fit, School Free Drug Zone, Demolition Collection, Naraka EP, FROWN FACE, and 24 more.
1. |
Spirit Ritual
03:30
|
|||
|
Spirit Ritual
(The name of my life is “What the fuck am I doin’ man?”)
(What the fuck am I doing?)
Every everything is forever endeavor
Nothing matters whatsoever;
Cognitive stress will make me better
Transgressing hate In a state of terror
Save the planet, no pressure
We can all spread the virus together
Beauty comes of all things, in small dreams,
Reality is in the mind of what it all means—
Visit this, hi-def, psychedelic vision quest
In the flesh— Eternally a student in death—
In nothingness— There’s nothing left, I forget,
You are not connected to the internet, Bet….
Control the ways that I handle this maze that I manifest;
Do what I can, when I can, till I can’t exist;
Because I am what I am and that’s All That Is—
God Is All That Is Equals IS
Fuck Religion, Fuck Atheism, I OWN NOTHING.
Fuck Religion, Fuck Atheism, I OWE NOTHING.
—
Because you’re one of a kind; the kind I’m gonna forget,
I’ve got dibs on the time that you haven’t killed yet—
I’m so deep in your mind, so deepen your mind
To find the what the fuck and why am I even inside of this guy’s mind’s eye?
Don’t like the things you do, or your point of view;
Fuck the way you think I think the way you fuckin’ think I do!—
I got the rebel force within me— Your argument is flimsy
I’m sending out bombs like Theodore Kaczynski;
Edgy, unfriendly, I’m ugly, un-friend me,
Walking through the shadows of the mind can be deadly,
So I’m creepin’ with the reaper in this murdered out dream—
Rapid eye movements in the first degree,
Like a master of sleep, I respect love and peace
Word to death, leave a message at the mother fucking BEEP
‘Cause the mirror will decide if you’re a waste of a miracle
Fear’ll get you killed in this sacred spirit ritual
|
||||
2. |
Naraka
03:44
|
|||
|
Naraka
(I will be the pain that you feel when it drops
'Cause I’m inside your brain like the wheels in a watch
me as I disappear, said you never would…. but you did though
Was that the wind in the trees or someone outside your window….)
It’s me!
The spiritual shade thrower, the straight no-joker
back with the black magic take over
I’m feeling woozy in my head again
and we are NOT friends
this fuckin’ street is a dead end
What you did and what you do
you never should have done
twisting fate like a rope into a noose around the sun
Now the day is gone—
The nightmare has begun
and it’s time to eat the bugs from the web that you’ve spun
‘Cause you reap what you sow
and ignorance is all you know
so when you drown in your regret—
the torment will be slow
Because time is just a thought to which the mind is not in sync
and men will lose their minds while trying to find the time to think
And if you arrogantly think that you’re the one to get away
well I suggest you think again because the maze is on its way
And when you finally step inside the nightmare you deserve
you will live a million lives inside you’re own eternal curse
(And I will be the pain that you feel when it drops
'Cause I’m inside your brain like the wheels in a watch
me as I disappear, said you never would…. but you did though
Was that the wind in the trees or someone outside your window….)
It’s me again!
Surprise surprise,
and I’m back with a little cognitive exercise
What if the life you’re living now is the last chance you get?
What if this is the realization that you’re failing the sacred test
What if I’m the karma of your actions manifest to flesh
and I exist to synchronize your soul with righteousness through death?
Whoa! Did I just cross the line? Did I say something wrong?
Well, I can hide behind my art because it’s just a fucking song
And besides I didn’t single anyone out particularly
But if you think that this is about you, then it must be
As your insecurities eat you alive
I see the panic in your eyes
You know your luck is running out
and we recognize your disguise
So where you gonna run?
Where you gonna hide?
I guess there’s really no place left to go
when your fucking dead inside.
But I’m here to stay, I am your room full of hell
And the more you try to look away, the more you only see yourself
(And I will be the pain that you feel when it drops
'Cause I’m inside your brain like the wheels in a watch
me as I disappear, said you never would…. but you did though
Was that the wind in the trees or someone outside your window….)
This is your world— Not mine. In mine I’m doing fine,
I wear that knife you left in my back with pride.
Sweet dreams….
|
||||
3. |
Peter Bergmann
04:30
|
|||
|
Peter Bergmann
(When I go away—
Don't you come looking for me—
‘Cause when I decide to leave—
That is when there is no way—)
Like a rainbow to mist;
like a palm to a fist,
I’m the transitionist,
transitioning from flesh into bliss—
Your very last wish— This.
I will be the gaping hole in your heart;
The very thing that you miss
I said I’d go away, and I did
so I’m gone, So long,
and it might be kinda wrong,
but It’s also kinda right
because I WRITE THE SONGS,
I’m the Son of Sam I Am,
The Son of Man, man,
and I’ll cease to exist
like the sand through your hands.
There is no place to stay—
No strand of DNA
It’s so fucking weird how I disappeared
without a single trace— Open case,
No, you cannot see my face,
“He was such a nice man
It’s such a shame, What a waste”
Of everything you think,—
And everything you say,
Because everything is gone—
But everything’s ok
So, CALL OFF THE SEARCH
‘Cause you won’t find shit anyway….
(When I go away—
Don't you come looking for me—
‘Cause when I decide to leave—
That is when there is no way—)
Is he here? Is he there?
In the mirror? In a prayer?—
Isn’t it weird how he disappeared into thin air?
Where?
Does he even know?— Was he playin’?
And even if he did, would he ever really say it?
In a poem, in a painting,
in a mother fucking song?—
Have I been dropping secret codes
in puzzles all along?—
Time to go back— thru it all; put your headphones on,
to define- every line- till your mind is gone—
‘Cause you can say it; that you love me all you want
but it doesn’t mean a thing until the Easter egg hunt;
till you spend time traveling in my subliminal haze—
Through the paisley rain to the end of the maze
where you finally arrive— enlightened and aware
and if you still didn’t hear them, I assure you they were there
where you still can’t find me after everything you do
You can say I’m fucked up all you want— I LOVE YOU TOO.
(When I go away—
Don't you come looking for me—
‘Cause when I decide to leave—
That is when there is no way—)
|
||||
4. |
Our Love
01:57
|
|||
|
Our Love
I wanna fall asleep
And wake up in a dream
Where you're in love with me
Locked in eternity
Reality is hard
When you're a safety guard
You will fear everything
When fear is on the wings of
On the wings of our love
Don't be afraid of your love
I'm everything I say
I practice everyday
I keep it calm and warm
I'm the eye of the storm
And everything I do
Is for your starry eyes
That's because I love you
So much it makes me cry for
It makes me cry for our love
Don't be afraid of my love
Don't be afraid of our love
Of our love
Don't be afraid of our love
|
||||
Lxnnnie Belmar, New Jersey
Lxnnnie is an artist, songwriter, and poet from the US. Known for being one of the OG bedroom recording artists of the 90's outsider music community, he has self-released many albums under assorted aliases in multiple genres of music. He's also had songs featured in major motion pictures and produced music for a number of TV commercials. ... more
If you like Lxnnnie, you may also like:
A female voice that feels out of another century quivers over a folk harp on the 11 tracks that make up this exclusive video album.
go to album
Hailing from L.A., crushed are a soaring dreampop duo with songs as cottony and billowing as summer clouds.
go to album
Rising Australian outfit polish forlorn, folk-infused psych pop to a luscious, shoegaze-y sheen.
go to album
Dark Sight of the Moon
by Micropixie
This San Francisco singer-songwriter mixes jazz, trip-hop, and experimental pop for a heady brew that's social change-minded.
go to album
Wetting appetites for the next album, here's an epic single on which soaring strings back Riva's elegant voice.
go to album
featured on Bandcamp Radio Jun 4, 2013
go to album
Quickies
by The Magnetic Fields
The band's latest project includes twenty-eight new short songs that clock-in at no longer than just under three minutes.
go to album
