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Distance four

from Relative Distances by TeTe Noise

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Stray dogs healed at our ankles
Softly leading from our bowels
The strange guiding thread of light
Turned signs knotted inside and
over kneaded until stiff
mankind: a form of early rigor mortis.
I’m in a melting pot
of stewed organs and pickled hearts.
Chest pains and poisoned glares. The bitter
desire of lemon pips and skin. Turning away
From the depth of the within.
Charred scabs picked at and bled
Still Listening to words unsaid
Sweat pouring from the waterfall of thighs
Sex moans and cries
After, after now there is none
Only one
An honored combination of drum dance and song
Spirited away to the here
No longer weighted
No longer waiting
For death stares and shaking
Side stepping the truth
Pickled up to the eyeballs in 70% proof
What is meant to be is meant to be
That subtle wall I tried to break between
You and me
Only Particles of breath
Endless possibilities turning emanating stress
The needy partner that hugs at your chest
After all your love is gone
And your stitched up bled out and underfoot
An empty vase of soot
Standing cradled
On the mantelpiece of time
Water slowing greeting quicklime

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from Relative Distances, released April 8, 2020
Spoken word by Nathan Hudson

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TeTe Noise Tbilisi, Georgia

TeTe Noise is a Georgian musician and producer born in Tbilisi. He has been involved in various genres of electronic music, while playing in several bands. with project “TeTe Noise” he has been experimenting with ambient music.His noise has been built with collage-like treatment of field recordings, in noise, aleatoric and other experimental narratives. ... more

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