༺LYRICS༻
VALE
surviving as full-time artists and farmers, it is extremely sacred when we aren’t working and can spend quality time with one another and be completely present and immersed in the earth. we hiked a bridge to nowhere and at the end were metal locks scratched with names to symbolize eternal love. we gazed at a vale in the middle forest mountains with a river vortex flowing to nourish the four corners of the farming town: blanca, murcia, spain with its abundant lemons, grapes, olives, and oranges. down below were dogs, baby sharks, ducks, butterflies, and murmurations. after a bath and ceremony to cleanse our(cells), VALE was born. VALE is a trans + queer tale honoring the world building created when moments of reciprocal, trusting, and sacred love for our lovers and the land we farm are prioritized and fought for. VALE contains field recordings of our immersion in blanca, murcia, spain during our residency at aadk spain: the church bell that rings every hour, new years celebration, farms, climbing the top of valle de ricote, and the industrial dam at the center of blanca.
Lyrics:
the valley opens
when two mountains kiss
and erupt saliva in four directions
we are lovers
and our slime erodes barriers
we build shrines in our eyes
and offer ribs onto altars
in soaked beds,
we are harvesting
an undoing of what once was
the world regenerates
written, recorded, produced, and mixed by mirrored fatality at aadk spain | blanca, murcia, spain
mastered by Will Killingsworth at Dead Air
EARTHBODY(S)
a prayer and our reflections from leaving the concrete jungle and restoring in sacred lands, regenerative farms, community gardens, and qtbipoc sanctuary projects on indigenous land. EARTHBODY(S) is an immersive journey about how we are stripped from our ancestral lands and pushed into cities suffering from covid-19, food apartheid, the police state, and environmental racism.
Lyrics:
noise pollution
chemtrails
toxic air
how much is left to repair?
severed from
natural flow
lost landless bodies
pushed into highrises
turning into robots
numbed and lost
we cannot eat money
we cannot drink oil
we fall asleep to lullabies of kkkops organized crime
wake up with bombs in our faces
toxins in our lungs
teargas in our eyes
plastic in our guts
bruises on our hearts
caged in concrete jungles
cemented in the machine
can't find ourselves (cells)
can’t find each other
all wrapped up in the
death we feel
loss we feel
grief we feel
how can we find our souls in a designed void?
how can we find our souls in a designed void?
earth vessels
molded from mud and fresh water
blood red as sunset
suffering from greed
isolated by hate
we are creating bridges
between earth and our souls
the spirits are protectors
they trust true intentions
we need to take time
to be in love
with each other
with earth's embrace
and the way they
hold us
we must learn what it feels like
to be in the water again
back in the soil again
safe from all this distress
this mess we can't
wrap around our heads
this mess we analyze
catastrophize
don’t you realize?
all we need to do
is go back to the earth
is go back to the earth
releasing the pain
draining us everyday
composting heaviness
into new sprouts
and be welcomed
into the wind
into the fire
and be reborn
and be reborn
without the earth there is no us
remember remember remember
without the earth there is no us
remember remember remember
we chose to be humans
in these earthbody(s)
in these earthbody(s)
earthbody(s)
earthbody(s)
in this earth
these earthbody(s)
protecting earth
loving earth
this earth
this earth
this earth
written, produced, mixed, and recorded by mirrored fatality
mastered by sean matsukawa | blü room studios and Will Killingsworth at Dead Air
free them all chant, flute, and drums from uniting to protect our communities free them all black and brown unity drum circle in front of metropolitan detention center (535 n alameda street) and 101 highway takeover in los angeles organized by ipr healinartz southcentral la
no rent on tongva land & fight fight housing is a human right chants from covid-19 rent strike in front of mayor of los angeles eric garcetti's house on tongva land organized by la tenants union, no olympics la, sunrise movement la, people city's council, korea town for all, street watch la, crenshaw subway coalition rent strike protest in front of mayor of los angeles eric garcetti's house
what do we want? climate justice chant from west los angeles four directions climate strike organized by international indigenous youth council - los angeles chapter at tongva park in tongva land so-called santa monica, california
speech from earth lodge center for transformation: earth speaks with queen; remembering george floyd's sacrifice &the fires to uproot & alchemize racism: www.youtube.com/watch?v=0tcosatugks
field recordings from animal kin and land work on anishinabek nations land known as philadelphia community farm in osceola, wisconsin
BIOME(TRICS)
as we attempt to liberate food, we learn that supermarkets are developing facial recognition and license plate software to track your location and identity. when you verify unemployment, the ui app requires a face scan. at airports, they use biometric data to scan your face instead of a passport. when testing for covid-19, biothermal imaging scans your face to read your temperature and heart rate. instagram starts showing advertisements about a product discussed in our verbal conversations. during protests, drones and cameras scan freedom fighters to redtag, arrest, and murder us off. BIOME(TRICS) highlights the survival and resistance of qtbipoc farmers, artists, freedom fighters, organizers, cultural workers, and teachers who combine the digital, spiritual, emotional, and physical to build new worlds, untouched by the surveillance state.
Lyrics:
decode
decode
decode
the core of the earth
will not scan our names
the core of the earth
will not track our numbers
decode
decode
decode
we are not biometrics
we are biomes
we are not biometrics
we are biomes
we are an ecosystem of
transversing networks
traceless mutants
cross pollinating seeds
deleting monocrops
regenerating microbes
adaptogens of perennial species
cultivating forsaken spores
echolocations of spliced scum
ciphering grids
biomimetic terratoids
swarming to the center
tracing pathways
where our hearts freely pulsate
and our lungs expand to realms
where our webs intertwine
where our webs intertwine
where our webs intertwine
written, recorded, produced, and mixed by mirrored fatality
mastered by Will Killingsworth at Dead Air
UTOPIA
a catharsis tool highlighting the anger of existing in an unjust society. we know we cannot stay hopeless, so we must destroy systems that have never served the people and our earth. UTOPIA creates a moment for us to be angry so we can inspire each other to break the norms that society forces onto us, release our anger at these injustices, and bravely instead create our own moments of freedom - together. we recognize how both mindanao and kashmir are heavily militarized by the fascist governments of both india and philippines so we weaponize our song utopia as a way to create alliances and solidarity globally to uplift their resistance by mobilizing direct actions through bridging our beloved community of artists, organizers, and educators.
Lyrics:
a dystopia, trailing behind us
breathing on our necks
suffocating our senses,
crushing our shoulders with hopeful obliteration
but lately, it stares straight into my third eye,
focusing on my energies as a scarlet target
shooting daggers of paralysis
begging us to stop.
why envision the
jet black and smoldering
artificially intelligent and infertile
apocalyptic and ruthless
future?
can’t you see?
the dystopia is flying above us.
polluting our minds,
pushing against us.
demanding our hopelessness.
dismantle
burn
build yourself
build yourself
remember to renew
remember to renew
dismantle
burn
build
remove the western 21st century
remove the western 21st century
see this toxic force field
transcend the toxic force field
look us in the eye
look us in the eye
do you really want to be a winner here?
do you really want to be a winner here?
do you see? do you see?
look around
look around
look each other in the eye
look each other in the eye
circle around
circle around
circle around
circle around
circle around
circle around
they can’t reach us here
even when we leave here
they can’t reach us here
even when we leave here
even when we’re not here
even when we’re not here
even when we’re not here
even when we’re not here
death drive
death drive
death drive
death drive
death drive
death drive
pushing us deeper into the holes
sending signals of a void
deep desires waiting to be saturated
moving us into entropy, into chaos, into demons
jaunting us
haints that corner us
haunt us
haints
haunt us
haints
haunt us
haints
subversion or reversion
welcoming shadows
stopping demons
haunting us
clawing our gray matter
turning us into dust
and decay
blue screen
blue screen
blue screen
blue screen
blue screen
blue screen
corrupt
systems
produce
clones
who are we?
glitches
mistakes
failures
cyber
terrorists
terrorizing
whiteness
brown
computer
viruses
hidden
in the
shadows
we feel claws
digging into our skin
but we will not succumb
we will not be lost
existence, reduction,
existence, reduction
amulets of protection
to keep us from
the approaching chaos
fuck white supremacy
fuck settler colonialism
fuck the policing of queer trans black indigenous people of color bodies
fuck patriarchy
fuck capitalism
fuck ableism
fuck fascism
fuck climate change
and the way it doesn’t teach us how to take care of each other ourselves and the multiverse
we will not succumb
we will only destroy
will you destroy with us?!
written, produced, mixed, and recorded by mirrored fatality
mastered by Will Killingsworth at Dead Air
album art by mirrored fatality
news from liyang network rolly philippines typhoon report and arwah collective teach-in
power of the people don't stop chant from covid-19 rent strike in front of mayor of los angeles eric garcetti's house on tongva land organized by la tenants union, no olympics la, sunrise movement la, people city's council, korea town for all, street watch la, and crenshaw subway coalition on may 20, 2020
FERAL FAEBLE
our electronic freak folk ballad about our bodies being our permanent addresses, us being in love, and forever-on-tour as we constantly oscillate between countryside farms, metropolitan cities, and rural small towns to survive as full-time artists & farmers. we produced this in the basement of prattsville art center at the tail end of winter in the catskills mountains, new york and while supporting trans and queer-led off-the-grid communes in liberty, tennessee. we imagined ourselves as gutwrenched bioorganic bards mythtelling our epic as transient lovers on-the-road.
Lyrics:
with heavy baggage of dreams unknown
we pray to the disappearing country
lost angels building new roads
these deserted cities stitched us together
fearful in the underbelly of the beast
we surround ourselves in the burning rubble
in the long stretches of
uncertainty
we yearn for stable ground
farewell to the skylines and the fields
there is no turning back
to a path that has been buried
swing with me on a bridge
between the city hellscape
and the desolated burials
2 unfortunate hearts sinking in a filthy london canal
3 shrines isolated in a forest of mississippi pines
4 outsiders purging abandon under a texas worm moon
5 piercing days driving towards a tennessee rock bottom
so many never-ending crossroads
so many double-edged workloads
can their fantasies live down in the holler?
can these sowers root down on the beaten path?
can their longings reemerge in the fringes of the catskills?
can this two headed beast scavenge the north sea?
so many neverending crossroads
so many double edged workloads
intertwining around the fading abyss
fingers crossed towards promises of bliss
written, recorded, produced and mixed by mirrored fatality
mastered by Will Killingsworth at Dead Air
MASS(ACRES)
a protest anthem for farmers on planet earth. a wrath-driven chant for agrarian, climate, and land sovereignty revolutions worldwide. this frenzied excavation is rooted in the food justice and mutual aid work of star route farm and amanda wong, our one and only queer freaky farmer daddy who mobilized a whole movement in upstate new york to get free organic food to the people for free in new york and who without their selfless sacrifice - mirrored fatality would not exist. we dedicate this song to the murdered indigenous farmers of the philippines and south asia and every dirty and stubborn qtbipoc farmer in amerikkka devoted to annihilating the corrupt and exploitative u.s. food system seed-by-seed.
Lyrics:
people and plants before profit
no more masters
eat small vegetables
decay the empire
war on food
war on land
we demand
rematriation
no more deforestation
sovereignty
no more private property
nutrition
no more ammunition
compost slumlords
burning crops, planting ops
uproot warlords
spreading poisons, drilling oceans
obliterate the state
importing gluttony
exporting inequity
devouring nitrogen
exploited hands
processed theft
only wastelands are left
the struggle for land
scorches us all
resource extraction will fall
when farmers harvest their own seeds
and the massacres of the ruling class succeeds
may we pluck tomorrow from sacrificed terrains
written, recorded, produced and mixed by mirrored fatality
mastered by Will Killingsworth at Dead Air
drums by magda onatra and mirrored fatality
field recordings from farming at star route farm (charlotteville, new york) and inserts from bae bibiyaon ligkayan bigkay, the woman chieftain of the manobo in bukidnon at uccp haran in fr. selga street, davao city admonishing north cotabato congresswoman nancy catamco (https://tinyurl.com/liyanglegacies)
REINCARNAGE
an honorable death to all the roadkill we have witnessed on the many travels we have taken living in our ford transit, walking city streets, and traveling across farms, spiritual sanctuaries, and artist residencies - from california, new york, and wisconsin. REINCARNAGE is a flame to our interconnectedness with all living beings and a grief ritual for those we have lost within a capitalist society, covid-19, and imperialist wars.
Lyrics:
what do you do when you find a bumble bee suffocating in a spider web?
when do we intervene with the fate of nature?
why do we intervene with the fate of nature?
do we free the bees' wings?
or do we let the spider claim its prey?
bunnies listening to their own blood
butterfly wings tattered in the mud
a mouse twitching with a snapped neck
bones picked raw and left in ash
reincarnage
reincarnage
reincarnage
how can a sparrow fly without their wings?
how can ducks be laid to rest in concrete and trash?
can a smashed wolf head still hear howling?
have you seen a mother looking at her dead baby calf strangled in barbed wire?
snakeskin lost in a fire
strangled in barbed wire
snakeskin lot in a fire
strangled in barbed wire
“at some point, the core values of society became based on class and beauty standards that uphold white supremacy, misogyny, and environmental terrorism. our relationships to ourselves often mirror values that erase the complexities of human existence. our relationship to nature often mirrors values that erase our connection to a universe that existed before industrialization, capitalism, and war."
let the does guide their babies home
let us come home
let the does guide their babies home
let us come home
will you let the rumbling of a death trap metal machine harmonize with their last dying breath?
or will you initiate ceremony for the murdered?
or will you numb your grief and leave them to be forgotten?
reincarnage
reincarnage
reincarnage
written, recorded, mixed, and produced by mirrored fatality at esalen
mastered by sean matsukawa | blü room studios and Will Killingsworth at Dead Air
insert by cristy c. road from “the devil” card on next world tarot
INVALIDATION
a primal outcry to constantly being romantically, culturally, and politically objectified + projected on. this purge allows us to outwardly shapeshift into our unapologetic wildness removed from the cis-male, white, colonial gaze, and even from our trans+queer kin who replicate these violent paradigms. through our own reclamation, we welcome in the space for other marginalized bodies to heal and reflect on their INVALIDATION, creating a web of collective healing, catharsis, and renewal.
Lyrics:
end the patriarchy (pututan yu ing sistema ng pangatata)
kill evil men (buray adhi mi ka maar do)
crazy fucking bitch
locked jaw, shackled in doubt.
i wanna
spit fire,
bathe in ashes
pound my knuckles into concrete,
and snarl into oblivion
do you want my destruction
as a reflection of your untamed demons?
as evidence for forgiveness?
as penance?
my filth is raw,
but unapologetic.
is this visceral cleansing not sparkly enough?
you know my love deserves forgiving,
but your fear scrubs my worth away
you desire me as a reflection of
what you want me to offer you
a quick fix, a distraction
a spectacle for your lust
do i turn you on?
do you think i'm yours?
is this a game to you?
am i the grand prize?
a mirage, a fantasy, an image
people clutch onto
you don't want the parts of me
you can't easily swallow
maybe we are too much
bursting at the seams
ready to explode
i’m a bitch and i’m raging
i’m a bitch and i’m crying
i’m a fucking
bitch
cuz i’m a tired bitch
a laboring bitch.
a divine bitch.
a bad bitch.
we’re bitches and we’re healing
and we’re still breathing
written, produced, mixed, and recorded by mirrored fatality
opening words by our mothers in kapamapgnan and urdu
mastered by sean matsukawa | blü room studios and Will Killingsworth at Dead Air
ORGAN(IC)
originally incommunication by nictofilia: sonic festishist vomit from nictofilia’s (founder of donations project) disgust towards fascist government’s newscast brainwashing on the perilous consequences of COVID-19 and its injected isolation on global people’s movements from a centrifugal force. ORGAN(IC) is our remix we wrote dedicated to our never-ending PTSD as we crawl through medical hell, long covid, body dysphoria, and become desensitized by human carcasses on national television. our pupils are stitched open, but the nightmares do not cease as we use our last brain cells to sustain the gruesome survival of our blood and chosen family’s bodies ravaged by biochemical warfare, cancer, and chronic illnesses. the medical industrial complex and anthropocene has paid the gods of death to bestow our angels many visits, but our trans-corporeal vessels continue to brutalize through their scalpels and failed experiments.
Lyrics:
mutilated body
mutated mind
anticipated pain
extracted brain
gutted sores
severed veins
violated skin
crucified palms
butchered bones
brutalized limbs
damaged cells
defiled lungs
body
mind
pain
brain
sores
veins
skin
palms
bones
limbs
cells
lungs
mutilate
mutate
anticipate
extract
gut
severe
violate
crucify
butcher
brutalize
damage
defile
mutilated body
mutated mind
anticipated pain
extracted brain
gutted sores
severed veins
violated skin
crucified palms
butchered bones
brutalized limbs
damaged cells
defiled lungs
still revolting
still molting
still recovering
written, produced, mixed, recorded, and vocals by mirrored fatality
mastered by Will Killingsworth at Dead Air
“genocide joe, has got to go! free palestine” chants from shut it down for palestine, ceasefire now! protests organized by palestinian youth movement and people’s forum nyc in new york city
incomunicación by nictofilia (mirrored fatality remix)
inferal instruments, vocals, and field recordings by nictofilia
(PURGE)ATORY
lungs suffocating and filled with ash, a black and red sky burns over the fields. if there are no gods and mercy, can we resuscitate each other through the incessant avalanches of corpses and e-waste? (PURGE)ATORY is a wretched transaural bile to exorcize the oversaturation of putrid spasms. feast on our demon pandemonium blowtorch desecrating the guts of warlords. CPR for our fragmented neurosis as the sacred struggle through humanity’s collapse. babes, lucifer was so yesterday.
Lyrics:
(PURGE)ATORY
(PURGE)ATORY
(PURGE)ATORY
ROTTING ON THE INSIDE
GIVE US BACK OUR SPINES
WINDPIPE FULL OF TERROR
THESE ARE NOT OUR SINS
FORBIDDEN IMPULSES
RELENTLESS DELUSIONS
THIS IS OUR INSTINCT
IN AWE OF THE HORRORS
AND FEELING FUCKING AWFUL
NOTHING LEFT TO GIVE
AND THEY FUCKING STILL NEED MORE
RIPPING OUR HEARTS
OUT OF CARCASSES
LEFT RANCID
ARE OUR ENDLESS HOPES
LOYAL TO THE SUFFERING
UNFAITHFUL TO THE FALLACIES
THIS IS OUR URGE
THIS IS NOT OUR BURDEN
THIS IS NOT OUR SIMULATION
THIS IS HUMANITY’S COLLAPSE
CLAWING AT THE SCRAPS
OF WHAT IS LEFT
THE VERMIN BOILS WITHIN
DAMAGED AND REBANDAGING
WHAT IS THE REMEDY TO BEGIN?
written, produced, mixed, and recorded by mirrored fatality
mastered by Will Killingsworth at Dead Air
PRIMALDIAL MAGMA
our non-linear disentanglement invocation channeling the hybridity of animals+cyborgs+transhumans: the laman haywan and labuad meklooq (kampangan_urdu for: flesh beast and earth creature) - the multispecies inhabitants of 2022 & 3033 living on ecocide 3urth: the corpses of natural ecosystems of planet earth murdered by apathetic humans and artificial intelligence seeking vengeance. our wails ascend us out of pits of lava + untouched seabeds contaminated by technological trash + nuclear shrapnel. as laman haywan and labuad meklooq, we symbiotically conjoin in the wreckage of deserted laboratories, holy ruins, & subaltern fires to evolve and reckon with our retribution.
Lyrics:
in a revolution of synthetic resonance,
biotech carcass and cryptic plasma mutates primaldial magma
- the laman haywan.
how do the laman haywan
remember wholeness
from dismembered flesh?
we’ve been cursed
we’ve been cursed
we’ve been cursed
corroded betrayed
ravaged endangered
as abominations
we must reckon with our unbecoming
retribution has arrived
soldering limbs
rewiring synapses
calibrating belonging
echoing neuronic myths
wading through bile and
floating appendages
stews of swirling vortexes
flavors grafted from blood
frozen ash shreds scales
gather our charcoal tears
and blaze anew
we have arrived
when you feel our
whispered secrets in flames
smoke signals circles
around cracked skin
disintegrating & evolving
labuad meklooq
written, mixed, and produced by mirrored fatality
synths by mirrored fatality and india jaggon
co-produced, recorded, mixed, and mastered by tom burke | tour de moon’s moon convoy recording studio
mastered by Will Killingsworth at Dead Air
primaldial magma remix
vocals, bass, and infernal instruments by genonveva genocide
vocals and guitar by ivan garcia
mixed and mastered by genoveva genocide | donations project
(genoveva genocide - immersed in the world of industry, protest, and non-conformity towards a deteriorated system, takes you into the world of classes through their children of the forge: the metalworker’s site-specific and one-of-a-kind iron instruments rescued from oblivion narrated a contemporary symphony of early industrial noise music, electroacoustics, and sound art. they are the founder of donations project: record label, experimental multidisciplinary gallery & workshop space, and solidarity project hosting groundbreaking experimental performances and music to provide mutual aid and solidarity for marginalized refugees and communities in bilbao, spain)
ZYGMUTROPHOOZE
(ZYG) - joining together
(MUT) - to change
(TROPH) - for nourishment / those who feed
(00ZE) - to transfuse
ZYGMUTROPH00ZE
joining together to change for
nourishment and those who feed
to transfuse
Lyrics:
plug in
find us
at the
latitude
and longitude
are you ready
to reset?
unplug
pack the grenades
come to the renegade
switch on
cyborg cum
turn on
lithium catalyst
xenospawn glitch
freak guts and sweat
freak spit and heat
freak guts and sweat
freak spit and heat
xenospawn crawl
freak guts and sweat
freak spit and heat
freak guts and sweat
freak spit and heat
reconfigure crashed malware
defragment wreckages and enable flares
extract parasites until wiped
power off verification
(zyg) - joining together
(mut) - to change
(troph) - for nourishment / those who feed
(00ze) - to transfuse
zygmutrophooze
written, mixed, and produced by mirrored fatality
mastered by Will Killingsworth at Dead Air
recorded by brad lincoln and mirrored fatality | death bed recording
remix by baseck
(baseck is a los angeles-based experimental electronic musician. his roots run deep in l.a.'s underground rave scene since the mid 90s. someone who is the definition of living the scene. eat, sleep, rave, repeat. baseck has been involved in raves his whole life and started djing at age 12 or 13, throwing raves shortly following. his first paid dj gig was at age 16, playing hardcore acid and gabber for gregg ginn of black flag. he started out as a turntablist with hip hop before advancing that style to rave music, a segue to knobs, sliders, and an obsession with music making hardware.)