The Is of Being

by Gemini Eye

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Erika Ruiz
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Erika Ruiz As an avid listener of TM's work, you can hear the trust in his own abilities as a poet + musician in this album in a way that isn't present in any of his other work. There are layers upon layers being exhibited within the songs that are being presented through a mature lens never before seen in TM's work. He is barely entering his peak as a musician; everything he has written beforehand has simply been practice for what is to come. Favorite track: Lagrange Points (Between i. Obsession And Resentment, ii. Overthinking And Not Thinking At All).
Lincoln Cupples
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Lincoln Cupples I have been waiting for this album for *years* and it's absolutely beautiful.
One can actually really set this music aside from 'TM''s previous work, especially his last album: it demonstrates a level of maturity, but at the same time reinforces his dedication to experimentation.

#albumoftheyear Favorite track: Brett's New Cloak.
Lilly Warren
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Lilly Warren raw, haunting, and very very beautiful. this album is a masterpiece Favorite track: Throw Critical Thinking Away.
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released July 31, 2016

Thanks: Ana, Alex, Jason, Davida, Zoe, Stella, Judith, Vicki, Rebecca, Fin, Mandisa, Frankie, Cloud, TR + Michael



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Track Name: The Doula's Tulpa
Do you hear me
Won’t you turn me around
Do you feel me
Do you feel me through the sound

I had a dream
Standing at the foot of my bed
with a tiger toothed sabre in my hand
I cut the cord again

I had a dream
I’m the first existing thing in their eyes
And for a token of a fraction I’m alive
Then I’m ignored again

But I’m so glad it’s diamonds in the mud
And not a sea of diamonds all the time

And there’s a dream
(why won’t you look at me)
Indelibly etched in my mind
(i’m right behind the screen)
She cries for the loss of the child
(here’s my virginity)
that wriggles with joy in her arms
(I’m ready to be seen)

flipping coins with their monkey paw
they speak to me with open arms
they pull their head out of the radical clouds
that hold the objects of their founding
hallelujah oh to see
what’s happening inside of me
their infinite face abides
a jaw benign, a smile cracked wide

I am what I am
To do is to be
To be is to do
I am what I am

To be is to do
I am what I am
I am what I am
To do is to be

To do is to be
I am what I am
I am what I am
To be is to do

I am what I am
To be is to do
To do is to be
I am what I am

Children are our future

working all the time and always at rest
falling in love with everyone and not caring what anyone says
doing what’s expected and doing what feels right
getting a grip on everything and letting everything go
getting closer and closer and floating further and further away

floating further and further away
floating further and further away
Track Name: Floating Further Away
Out of the dust of things
A planet comes to stay
A kilo-mega-gigaton of advice to take
None of it pointing the same way
None of it ever doing anything anyway
I guess it’s wasting all your time
But are you sacrificing anything anyway
Or have you only known the ride? (Collision imminent)

What if I get granted access to the moving parts but find I don’t know what it’s made of?
What if I get down there and the only drink around is something I don’t like the taste of?
What if I’m not emotionally equipped to make the best of the worst situations?
What if it’s all ok?

Wait in line to fight a fire that’s out before your turn
Wait in line and then expire and somehow still get burned
I never wanted to be anyone anyway
I never wanted to be here
I guess nobody ever wanted to be themselves
And if they did it would be weird

Floating further and further away
Floating further and further away
Track Name: Coloring The Apocalypse
You told me I could do much better than that
But that you loved me anyway
You rubbed my nose in it and told me it stank
But I’d improve and that’s okay
You estimated I was five out of ten,
It was the best that I could do
Black and brown and blue

You’d read an article on Medium that
You said had opened up your mind
All purple passages and passable prose
Predicting fate for all mankind
Such opportunity to stress yourself out
And manufacture an excuse
To paint me with the brush you do

Black out the windows and white out the lines
In the script I’d attributed to you
It doesn’t matter any more anyway
Nobody’s watching in the way they used to
Took you to dinner with the world’s population
Who so graciously took care of the bill
You wonder openly what you ever saw in me
They’re watching awkwardly and can’t sit still

I know they wonder what I see in you
And they treat me in the transparent way they do
And I spend all my time resembling a cartoon
Track Name: A Solution Eludes You
Came so close to having something down
Then you let it all go again
This time
A solution eludes you, yes it does

Oh! What’s that in the eye of the train driver?
That’s his skill. It glints through his impurity
Notches in the sleepers
A derailment in Exeter
If magic never happens, I’m afraid for us to die

The tram decelerates so suddenly your freshly purchased cool refreshing coca cola smashes to the floor
Scythe replaces abacus
The denouement at exit is
That magic never happens until after we have died

Which part isn’t working
A confusing basin
Sent into the ocean
Some amazing concept
Will it come back to me
Track Name: Lagrange Points (Between i. Obsession And Resentment, ii. Overthinking And Not Thinking At All)
If by my will and will alone
Through some organic force untold
Hydrangeas, bridges, bricks and bone
Would unify from distant tone
To solid sculpted gold

My talents noticed in the park
A twig I gild to pass the time
And elevated fast and stark
From oddity to work of art
Seraphic and sublime

— —

This obsession’s got a hold on me
Families competing on TV
For a 32” LCD
On a show I’m hosting for a fee
And I’m getting pretty weary of the gold lamé
Is this the kind of person people really look up to today?
Is it too late cause I wanna think twice
Put the golden mausoleum on ice
And call up Oprah and inform her that I can’t attend
I’m gonna hide away where nobody will find me again


Hear people tapping
At the window
They’re tryna take away my handles and keys
Good luck when this economy’s destabilization
Is all down to me
I wish that I could
Pull the gloves off
I coulda been somebody don’t you agree?
Aren’t I just the sort of freak who makes a million prancing around on TV?


But then I’m sure I’d grow to hate
That too, I guess I need to find
A middle I could tolerate
But that seems far too complicated
For my tiny mind

Is that what people do all day
Live conscious calculated lives
Or think about it less than I?
Perhaps the thing I need to try
Is turning off my mind

— —

You’re idling
By the cenotaph
And it’s obvious
The thing to do
You bend
And pet a pigeon
And it stays
Of your body
Not a thought


Does having a thought cement the thought permanently and is it de-haveable?
Is there a way to control forgetting to a reliable extent or is that just suppression? I feel a deep spiritual weight on me, the rules of it seem to have been given some kind of ergonomic logic by some thinking force, otherwise I’d have turned my whole body to metal the first time I washed myself. And when was that? Why did it start when it did? What event in my life triggered this thing? And does the power wane as I get older? Am I going to become weaker at this? Why am I afraid of that, isn’t that exactly what I want? Has this become so fundamentally a part of me that to lose it would be to lose myself? Would I mourn the loss of the thing I most despise? This afternoon I discovered if I was thinking really hard about it I could transform both an object and another object touching it. When I walk barefoot outside I leave golden footprints embedded in the ground and you can chart how anxious I am by excavating them and measuring how deeply they penetrate the earth beneath me. Is this what it’s like to be a god of some kind? Am I being blessed or punished? Why do I even examine it using such a basic moral dichotomy, why would I imbue fate and the universe with human characteristics when it treats us so inhumanely? There’s no logic to it, and the structures we create are entirely artificial. But even by that metric, am I better than other people? Or am I lesser? Why do I keep falling into the same moral dichotomy as before? Isn’t that an innately human action that proves I’m not some sort of other being? Sometimes I brush past objects and they don’t get transformed, is it possible that if I were rigorous enough with myself I’d be able to turn it on and off? Is intention the same as want? Is there any way to separate my conscious thoughts from my actions? Is there any way of preventing that from being a total mess? Is there any way this could kill me? Will it end my life somehow one day? Has it already?
Track Name: Gemini Eye
In a dope, in a daze
Picking up little ways
My favourite knowers have known me today

It’s a farce, it’s a fight
It’s a lot, it’s alright
Knowing they’re probably wrong anyway

I can try to pretend
After all in the end
We are all friends
But that all depends

Seven beers and a coke
Pick them up, hear a joke
Lads are eliding your thoughts and your looks

Does it mean what you think
Maybe it’s just the drink
Crouching in hiding deciding the crux

Spend all night deconstructing an email received in the gents
About what it meant

With your eye gemini you can identify us
With your eye gemini you can identify us
With your gemini eye you identify
All of our thoughts even when you are running away
Track Name: Throw Critical Thinking Away
I don’t wanna say goodbye
When I open up my eyes
And really actually I wanna stay

I’m suspicious of the thing
And the nadir it’ll bring
But I think about it anyway

Deep sound beneath the ground surrounding all my fears
It’s tears permeate the surface birthing anxious blisters in my path for years

Well I’m feeling pretty good and I don’t know why
So can we throw critical thinking away?
I’m gonna text my mother just to say hey
Have a non-analytical day

I’ll take my macbook underground
I don’t deserve a hi-fi sound
And just record whatever comes to mind

Something getting in the way
A little flavour of the day
And made explicit in a way that rhymes

There’s something out of place, this pouting face of mine
Mash it up in a panic and then mix it with ceramic
And pour it into a mould of my head smiling all of the time

Well I’m feeling pretty good and I don’t know why
So can we throw critical thinking away?
I’m gonna text my sister just to say hey
Have a non-analytical day

Maybe if it’s not raining I can go and get those buffalo platforms with the transparent sides I’ve wanted for so long

Well I wanna feel good
But I don’t know if I should
Consumerism tells me it’s so
But if I cave into that am I letting myself go?

Feeling pretty good so can we throw capitalism away?
Gonna text my grandmother just to say hey
Have an anarcho-communist day hey hey hey

Throw critical thinking away
Track Name: Visit From Athena
Let it go and never think about it
Let it go and never think about it

Let it think and never go about it
Go and think it never let about it
Go about and think it never let it
Never go and think it let about it
Think it go about let never and it
Track Name: Brett's New Cloak
On our way to Glasgow
I nearly let myself go
When I see you in the front
Staring at yourself

You regain the wheel
Laugh and tell us nothing is real
I find it totally bizarre
To think of you this way

And I know you don't mean it
So then why do you do it
If it was only up to you

And I know you don't think it
So then why do you say it
If it was only up to you

You're in rare form tonight
Consuming Sauchiehall Street
And regurgitating flesh
In the shape of things to come

Those magazines you read
Don't think I haven't seen you
Do you wear image like a cloak
Do you wear image like a cloak
Or crawl inside of it to die?
Track Name: Your Reaction
Anyone can see
This thing isn't what you wanted it to be
I ask you if you wanna leave it all and go
Your reaction is slow

In this dimension you're the architect
Careful what you say
They'll interfere with all the things you love for fun

They can knock you sideways
I'll give you that for free
And if you don't like the outcome
They'll win you round eventually
Track Name: Cutest Of Imprisonments
Recently life rings true
It's not that big a deal
Everything placed where I wanted it
But not for real

Traipsing along in the mud
Do you remember the bad times?
Nice to meet you
Nice to eat you
Cutest of imprisonments I know
I'm sorry