bleeklino • "Purple Beach"
song i recorded last summer _high shallows _ "Speak philosophy philosophically solving math problems mathematically zooted at the zoo writing papers so grammatically perfect turned into a can of peas need like three or four more grams in me or doses like the whitening strips i store ontop of landing teeth its a landing pad for tongue coppers no cops in breath air, two budguys got pissed tasting more then whats not there spit a loogie mouths dry from smokey cigaroonies the spit man stepped on the cement land looked around for a listapen, a pen to list, catching raisin syndrome grapes dont taste like this they taste like grapes he needs an inkie friend to record his jotted gems the trees surrounding round me blocked the moon from singing songs the elephant remembers me for he still wears my socks i knew i lost those mid calfs his hooves barely fit his calfs are fit but he failed total fitness sun, we leave for needs, sunny up for buns walking dogs in the streets, get inside the care, were on a trip, tripping over notepads loose as leafs, try to hit leafteas, dont golf its really not a chiming sound, chem blemish blems chemistry for maryrounds kinetic energy and ends of wire hook a jack captain drinks when he’s retired pans are panning peter fly with welma hitting pans an orchestra with sticks instead of beavers spark the park with dirt worms are appled up with smirks, and their hoppers grassy as the dream of ronald donaldburg burger tomorrow sir, i really joke with common words, silly like a silly verb describing me in boxybooters light post next sullys street from years ago ,the mits of stoves are cooking meaty meals for realer strokes fish are biting at the stomach of a stringless rope, I’m a fish i fucking wet it but water makes me choke if a bird slice in spectacles for twenty seven tentacles of octo pi and green squid folios portfolios with photos from a former boat, pecked my beak i fail to speak or sense for making speech turn me to a bird so i can tweet instead of tweak tweak tweak tweak tweet it with my birdylions tweak tweak tweak tweak me and all my friendybirds are sitting on the hippo brushing all his knobs he never eats us when he’s sicko he caught the flu from flu beany his identababy was from years ago was he was crawling poopee diapers in the hamper hampton college is for stupies stoop with stupid diploids fighting range of power blue and red are in roys, van save those for later grass is green on sides, other than the other fences white guitar picks pluck deviding us as bore neighs horses harshly harden when they turn to rock for decades broke a board to skate in half for hours grinding replays softly softening for boiled eggs with family trees theres a nest inside the antlers of the bushiest of sandshees I’m a bird and my birdybears are singing tweak tweak tweak tweak tweak tweak"
"I wanna grow fruit on a purple beach."
Last summer, singer/songwriter/guitarist/producer bleeklino recorded the track "Purple Beach". Although he has recorded and released plenty of music between then and now, he decided to let loose this vaulted number. Alongside yesterday's drop, he included an abstract short story/poem written within the SoundCloud description. The poem is known as "_high shallows_" and properly accompanies the hallucinatory visuals created by "Purple Beach". To allow a peek into the world of bleeklino, here's a segment from the poem:
“Catching raisin syndrome grapes don’t taste like this / they taste like grapes / he needs an inkie friend to record his jotted gems / the trees surrounding round me blocked the moon from singing songs / the elephant remembers me for he still wears my socks.””
If you haven't already hit play on the two minute acoustic number above, do yourself a favor. "Purple Beach" is a tropical seabreeze, smelling like cigarettes and grass, cheap beer and knee scabs. Once you've properly digested the poem and the song, jump headfirst into bleeklino's SoundCloud realm, a dimension of over 40 tracks. Do it quickly because I hear a new project is on the way.
