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Myxomatosis Failed

by ilyAIMY

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What a funny kind of heartbreak it begins with hello my shoulder is tight from the weather and the reading of your letter and the failings of my mouth you know I had a son once discarded long ago you know I was crazy once like you but I've discarded that long ago and the tide has brought you home Europe failed you but good you think those browned West Coast kids are so strong well, I'm thinking of New York, New York.... so name him for the Moon so name him for something out of reach name him for something we are worthy of name him for something we can not break. ©2002 rob hinkal
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Chalk Pit 05:30
Chalk another up to the disbelievers I've got no time for statistics or numbers with the rapists and redrums and the duldrums being dulled down by prison guards, prison wards, lasers, tasers, drugs and dogs I'm not so sure we're taking the time for anything genuine in the form of repentance, Love or God and I'm not so sure we need any of the above... Chalk another up to the disbelievers chalk another down on the street in outline their grand little trucks with their gloves and their hoses and elegant little yellow sponges << reference to body clean up crews on the streets of Baltimore who hose blood into the gutters after a murder, and the body fluid clean-up kits on board PG County school busses>> no-one's blood is safe on the streets the gutters are belly growling the gutters are belly hungry they're asking for blood they're asking for meat whoever heard of a vegan street? and I was afraid of that, people soo angry at the Establishment It's the MAN It's the MAN It's the MAN It's the MAN!!! Well, killing him was part of my plan. One set back set the killer back out on the streets with a twelve-step plan and a twelve-guage gun he's only having fun 6 kills one year it's his sixteenth one watch out man watch out man watch out man he's gonna kill a man watch out man watch out man watch out man he's a killer-man chalk covered hands lily white hands chalk covered feet oh so sweet bodies in lime they've been trained in the pit to lie in line and I am sick of it I've been trained in the pit to kill for what's mine the world is there for the taking you better not try and take mine no. we sold our souls to the weather and it's better that we don't ever check our shoes or take them off ever cause we step on people on the outside we track them around on the rug on the inside we sit back in our expensive chairs and we are whining "You know, what's that smell?" And I was afraid of that, people so angry with established fact it's the Man it's the Klan it's the man who ran for president last year well listen up dear Isn't that blood on your hands? Isn't that a gun in your hand? Oh it's behind your back now? Oh, I didn't see it back there! Oh my God, it must've been somebody else! and I've been trained in the pit to kill for what's mine the world is there for the taking you better not try and take mine no. *newsflash!!* Well, the protests have all been cancelled in DC the weather's just too rough or something there's no good speaking if noone comes to see you've only got speaches for the TV << reference to an acquaintance who was all fired up about the Million Mom March and was telling everyone how it was their moral right to go and how it was going to change the world, and then didn't go because he couldn't get a ride and felt it was too cold to walk the 6 blocks to the Metro station>> "FUCK THE POLICE!! FUCK THE POLICE!!!" If someone said it sober I'd be shocked for weeks! And you wonder why, yeah you wonder why, why no-one ever takes you seriously << re: most college/high school poetry open mics >> and I was afraid of that, people so angry with ME in fact he's a man, he's the Man, he's a ROUGHLY straight white man Well, I'm just a singer-man. Chalk another up to the higher-ups they just Pavlov cheer when you say the word "fuck" here they clap for the sex, they clap for the violence maybe they're just clapping to hear noise from their hands << re: Ani Difranco and her knowledge that the rest of the song doesn't matter, as long as the audience has an opprotunity to chant the word FUCK, they'll Love you forever >> I dug my own grave, I've admired yours too I've even been trained to go pull the trigger too you do me, and I'll do you we'll leave a little less for the streets to do. ©2000 rob hinkal
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It's 4am and the scent of your candle still lingers on my fingers with the scent of your hair and cigarette ash in the air my fingertips are stinging from all their overuse and my voice from the singing I caught something from you I'm sure I'm coughing up blood heart's blood from a wound so deep most wouldn't even know it was there catch a glimpse of the moon the sky's like ice and though my eyes sting I wouldn't trade this sensation for anything Well I know it's the start of the winter season where the weak things die but the strong thrive and maybe the moon in December will see us leaping and maybe the moon in December will just see us fall It's 5am and I'm caught but good fresh and full like never before the moon casts its glare on the wolves outside your door this Love is in the substance in everything that we sing we create this passion from which they all shrink from whether you carry me or I carry you we'll get the fame and the glory standing in the tunnel the trains cut through us no lying in the ditch they'll just rush by we'll stare at the lights no squinting we'll catch every spy by the scruff of his neck I'll help you through this I know it's the end of the summer season where the weak things die and the strong survive and the moon in July might see us weeping but the moon in July will see us through well it's 6am and the ticking of the clock cuts through me I turn to my left but you're dead to the world maybe 7 will find me dreaming but then again I already am the dreams in my head fall from my mouth to the bed maybe they'll lift you up but maybe I'll weight you down I know you have an awful lot on your soul maybe the moon will burn this feirce for three whole days but its the last of the moment for us to sing to ©1999 rob hinkal
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Sever 03:29
You push me up against a wall undress me like I was your own pants first, no hesitation, all this with our shirts still on I want to walk on out but your bedroom voice makes me just want you more and this guilty conscience seems secondary to being alone here on the floor I want to cut you on out razor your memories from my skin but I'm the one who always bleeds you don't feel anything. Please, be careful with my sinner's heart for Heaven's sake I seem impervious, but that doesn't mean that I don't still break This isn't that shiny, shrink-wrapped kind of love - we both know better - remember it's just a line: "You could wake up next to me forever." Last night I could barely breathe you with her in the other room jealousy seems hypocritical but I'm still tuned in to every moan The carpet seems oddly like splinters the walls betweeen seem paper thin I imagine your hands upon her does hers remind you of my skin? I want to figure it out where do you end and I begin because I'm the one who always needs you don't feel anything. Please, be careful with my sinner's heart for Heaven's sake I seem impervious, but that doesn't mean that I don't still break This isn't that shiny, shrink-wrapped kind of love - we both know better - remember it's just a line: "You could wake up next to me forever." - Heather Lloyd
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Cricket Hunt 07:31
You deserve the sanctity of our silence the moment interrrupted by our wings you deserve the monument of our time interrupted by our breathing and the rattle of our Lives I'll give you the velvet silence of this room it's like your skin drinking everything in the dimness of these candles these LEDs we can pretend we are but children forget the ulcers and my lies we could be but children running wild I know who it is who is my triumphant one I know who it is who is my shrike I know who it is who is my pain and inspiration you keep me waiting, you keep me waiting, and ....oh, oh, oh You deserve the silence of our rattling the monument of Life laid before you in the light of noon you've shown to us in the dimness of this room I'll give you the velvet of my skin it's like the muscles in my arm they're driking everything in the dimness of these candles these LEDs you are shining, shining I know who it is who is my crazy one born with the brightness of the sun I know who it is who is my brightest one you've always denied me, you've always denied me ... We'll capture crickets we'll swallow songs I'm sorry to say we'll clip their wings But if we keep them down under and steal their thunder we'll steal their flight and their songs and their small cricket dreams We'll capture crickets we'll steal songs we're finding small things we'll creep deep down under and hide from the thunder we'll have our flight and our songs but their small cricket dreams My voice for you my crazy one and other small things we'll creep deep down under and hide from the thunder grinning our grins we'll let them go. ©2000 rob hinkal
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Spiral 05:36
I know I scare you , I'm leaving stains and traces all down your side I sketch spirals in your sleep I start on the rib and work my way in At my command they may run and smudge- I've always left mud most everywhere that I've touched. I place my hand to your skin, rub it in, and start all over again. I know I scare you, I'm leaving stains and traces all on your insides. You sketch spirals in my head, and work your way back out again. I collapse in quarters. Squeeze out all the bad blood that I have bled. I place this in your hands- rub it in, and start all over again. And I am feeling like my fears are colours feeding into you. These are creatures, they are slow-limbed and Lovely, they are slipping to our sides again. They open up our chests like wings, let them breathe, and lead them to light again. These are kisses wishes and spent eyelashes, they are scattered for our hearts' defense, these are weeds, they are slow-limbed and Lovely, they are mistaking us for angels. Well, I could have said irredescent, but that's been done and done again. And I could have said incandescent, but you know damn well that I have burned and burned again. Well I could have whispered such sweet words, but you know they've been said and said again, so I sketch these spirals as you sleep for your eyes when you wake again. And I am feeling like my tears are colours bleeding into you. And I. ©2000 rob hinkal
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LooseN 07:20
I think we proved it my guitar sounds better in the dark like our faces, all floating souls protected I think we think better in the dark. all narcotic all soaking I'm spoiled by your fingers pray let me spoil you with mine I will be soo kind fingers pressing it's the tension of attention shame to let this want go all to waste and let the have-nots have too soon yeah, let my fingers do the walking yeah, I ripped that off give me time and that's not all that I'll be ripping off this isn't all that I am thinking i just let my body speak first it's the forefront of hindbrain it's the loudest of all my parts under cover of my sorrow I'll get it all and strike it down I've come to you for holding please let me, please let me in And I'd write Love songs if I would you know like Brian would I'd compare you to a summer's day If I thought cliches but I'll hold you up in darkness light the night with all your flame if you let me I'm gonna take everything that I can serenade this blank brick wall again the edge is blurring the morning sun is here, the morning sun is here and it is burning time for me to be turning home again thank you for the time that you have loosed to me in spite of me all I can say is at least it's me you'd not know the thoughts here churning but I'm in the habit of spreading my mouth oh so wide not like I'd kiss and tell but what the Hell I'll simply kiss and stand and sing and I'd write Love songs if I could you know I swear I would but I'm so angry everyday II'm never done fighting everything you are building wings up from my ribs I'll give you everything that you need fill my feathers with blue gas heat I'll kill the lights and watch them shining I'll watch you shining I think we proved it all my words sound better in the dark that way you can not see all of what is leaving me I'm open innocent, eyes so wide and that's a rarity I'm catching light, I'm trying to make it till the daylight strikes speak to me of Germany, speak to me of your fights I'm pinned down here in the Christmas lights I'm pinned down here in your eyes I'm getting Looser in my thinking you're getting cooler every night I'll play the game until it's ended If I could take everything you know I just might. and I'd write Love songs if I could you know I swear I would but I'm so firghtened everyday II'm never done running from everything you're building wings up from my ribs I'll give you everything that you need my bones my breath my teeth I'll write Love songs if you please... to keep you shining, I'll keep you shining. ©2000 rob hinkal
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Hands 05:52
These are my hands I have scarred them all on my own. and I I have seen them fighting battles out on their own I try to mind them I am firm but kind they are my children my threatened kin I try to mind them they are silent about where they've been these are your wounds and I am not a healer mix peroxide and salt you know just wash it out watch your mouth I'm crawling back towards your shore you know confusion my hands are birds they've lost their focus floating useless upon my sides with my strength I've been ruthless but the truth won't find me here. it was fatal deeply hidden the blood on my hands she insists it all was hers under oceans I've been swimming there's saltwater deep within my head it was fetal deeply hidden the blood upon my hands I insist it is all my own under mountains I've been digging there's earth caked thick beneath my nails maybe thoughtless that I am I am pretentious but I do not stab I do not skewer the blood upon my hands it is all my own maybe thoughtless that I am I am pretentious but I do not stab I do not skewer the blood upon my hands it is all my own approach me with the poker held high belief in this thing is belief in steel my hands are monsters I hold them high cut them off they have their voices children's voices held up high up in the sky angels chide them "My hands are innocent" or so they cry. maybe thoughtless that I am I am pretentious but I do not stab I do not skewer the blood upon my hands it is all my own maybe thoughtless that I am I am pretentious but I do not stab I do not skewer the blood upon my hands it is all my own. ©2000 rob hinkal
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Choke Cherry 07:36
One more toy to take they say it will not hurt him they say they will treat him Lovingly but they stay to suck the joy from him suck it down suck it down suck it down the way you finish fruit it always leaves you hungry One more toy for the boy it's one more way to make him pay for all these things that he will never be. One more joy to take they say it will not harm her they say she will give it Lovingly they say it'll make her stronger she's giving in she's beaten back she's fucking up she's fighting back she needs a tool and she needs it now here's to uneducated labour and some help from alcohol no she don't need no time to hone him she just needs to make him strong I was born to be a weapon I was born to be a saviour I was born to be a comment on some other guy's behaviour I can run and jump and hide and climb and climb and climb One more to toy to break that thing is always screaming the telephone is off the hook with creditors and debitors and people with their dying needs You're one more toy for me to flay cause I am so much older than I ever thought I'd Live to be I was born to be a star Some bullfighting hero I'm here to save us all and I'm sorry you ever had to see me fall It's a 9mm automatic it caught 20 in the back on the run never thought a boy that young could have it never thought a boy could be so dumb you know you can empty those things in 7 seconds maybe quicker if you're faster with your finger on the trigger knowing no-one never ever need to leave this room alive spit the clip jack one in check the mirror and shoot again and shoot again I hear revolution is the answer to fight with all your might both sides have got the ammo both sides have got the right we can take it street by street slow just like a Lover every man is an oppressor every man is just a soldier lock and load for peace man it's just the fight I've always dreamed of I was born to be a falling star in the ring to save this failing world and I'm sorry yah I'm sorry you ever had to see me fall. ©2002 rob hinkal
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HARM 05:54
you know I'll Live to be 19 forever the careless harmless flirting fretting for an uncaring world 19 I may be too young but then again I've always been too young you say I've got so much growing up to do well I say never You know I never wanted to and you say maybe just an inch or two and I say never, you know that I will never do. you know we all were artists so careful with our eyes you know we all were Lovers so careless with our hearts you know I Love to watch you sleep it's flattering to see you spill yourself so near to me and I lean in I Love to watch you sway, though you sway away from me it's flattering just to be here morning marches in the bedside clock is kicking in my head with every tock we do not talk and as the morning sun leaps up oh so high I will be the one to leave your lips untouched you know we all were artists so careful with our eyes you know we all were Lovers so careless with our hearts you know I was never harmless and you were never wrong but I was never heartless and I never meant no harm some days I don't plan to see 29 the careless harmless flirting leads to harm too old maybe but then again baby it's better than being too young you know your dance was torture with every twisting left I was left right out I Love to breathe you in as you breathe out but your breathing's burning in you it was the only thing ever burning in you you know we all were artists so careful with our eyes you know we all were Lovers so careless with our hearts you know we all were artists so careless with our hearts lets not romanticize we were careless with our thighs and no I was never harmless and you were never wrong no you were never wrong with your good byes. ©2001 rob hinkal
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Coal Boulder 05:30
Coal Boulder, red hot and black burning none too cleanly. Coal Boulder roll on back well, you crushed a new Life today and no you won't look back I was standing simple I was standing proud I was hand in hand I was head in clouds there were men here shoveling heat long before us shoveling heat where we now scrape our feet. This temple now stands around us It stands for fire long gone out as do I there is Life here, frozen for us with diamonds set in soil Slipping up now could be catastrophic I'd be a sack of meat here at your feet but silly Coal Boulder if you were but older we'd be heavy burnt and black there's a house now abandoned on a frozen moore I could not ask for more there's a pine, we found that river I could not ask for more You kept the time in mind I kept the road in mine I wish you'd ask for more there's my coat and there's the door.... I am standing solid you are standing cold the path is fearsome but I'm growing bolder I'm standing simple and I stand alone you've shown the path now and I'm going home Coal Boulder please grow colder Coal Boulder, please Coal Boulder Coal Boulder please Coal Boulder Coal Boulder go on home. ©2001 rob hinkal
12.
Thunderstorm 07:41
It¹s the years first snow on the outside, and I¹m holding you on the inside... and nice try, but between us, it¹s an hour¹s drive. You know I have trouble with distance, you grow legends.. I just grow... distant. With the bus in the shop, it¹s quite a long walk. New Year¹s Eve was quite a storm, the time was racing. Eaten up in a frenzy by that stupid job of yours. And I never met so many bigots, all in just one night, but if this is LIfe, than it¹s not worth Living. please don¹t be like this. Just don¹t choose this. The atmosphere it gathers, for one last push. It shoves the twenty in the gutter, just out of reach. ANd I stretch and I pull but when you¹re neck down deep down in it, you just end up freezing. Please don¹t be like this, just don¹t choose this. chorus We are the chosen ones, things academics could not comprehend, or so they say. We have the force of muses, we carry their obsession, and we keep watch... we carry them through this storm. So why am I so hung up on people who waste their time? Crying over things that don¹t care to be cried for? The storm is rising, I feel it in my teeth, you lied to him, could you lie to me? This doubt is in my teeth. But, you know that 20 as well as I, if you could swallow your pride, it maybe just might just save your Life. But vision is dirty, and passion is dirty, and Living is dirty, and you want to keep so clean. You know I could set you free, no wonder you don¹t want to touch me. They know I could set you free, no matter, you don¹t want to touch me. chorus And I carried you every day. ©1998 rob hinkal

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Myxomatosis Failed was the first studio album released under the name ilyAIMY. At the time, ilyAIMY consisted of rob, Heather Lloyd (her debut), Sharif Kellogg on keyboards and electric guitar, Alfred Kamajian and Rowan Corbett on percussion, Frank Rusch on bass and Junior Bryce on saxophone. A few tracks were recorded Live.

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released September 1, 2003

rob Hinkal: guitars, vocals,
Heather Lloyd: guitar, vocals
Sharif Kellogg: keyboards, electric guitar
Alfred Kamajian: percussion
Rowan Corbett: percussion
Frank Rusch: bass
Junior Bryce: saxophone
Audrey 'Dahl: backing vocals on "Hands"

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ilyAIMY Baltimore, Maryland

ilyAIMY is a percussive acoustic rock animal hailing from Baltimore, MD. Mixing genres from rock to folk to soul to bluegrass; flavours as varied as jazz and hip hop curl through what is undoubtedly one of the most exciting sounds in today’s folk(ish) music scene. Instrumentation includes acoustic guitars, cello, djembe, cajon, Irish bones, keyboard, bass, drums & harmonies. ... more

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