In the Shadow of Select Tweets - Vol. 2: The Heft

A possible continuing series of moments of genius in the utter brevity of 140 characters or less. All tweets featured are mine and can be found and followed @ www.twitter.com/dyecorduroy

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Adil Salik ‏@dyecorduroy      25 Jun

Curse the Simian Parallax!

Adil Salik ‏@dyecorduroy     19 Jun

Spent three hours walking around Center City Philly armed with both my still & video cameras... expect brilliance soon

Adil Salik ‏@dyecorduroy     27 Jun

I posted 24 photos on Facebook in the album "An Evening in Philly" http://fb.me/IUkVV3EM 

Adil Salik ‏@dyecorduroy     18 Jul

"It's weird how everything comes back to bad British map-drawing skills... I will put Kashmir there... job done!" #JonOliver #TheDailyShow

Adil Salik ‏@dyecorduroy     18 Jul

"Radcliffe who drew the map of Pakistan & India at separation - had never actually BEEN to the sub-continent" #FareedZakaria #TheDailyShow

Kathleen Edwards ‏@kittythefool      29 Jul

World domination strategy? http://instagram.com/p/cXTRK5Jtk-/ 

         Adil Salik ‏@dyecorduroy        29 Jul

        @kittythefool Good luck with that! Tried and failed... man is but a         creature of distrust and volatile confabulations...

Adil Salik ‏@dyecorduroy     23 Aug

And #MazzyStar is back! #shoegaze #soindieithurts

Change the Context

But that would change the context; 

And you wouldn't want that would you?

What if i feigned the pretext? 

And indexed it all black and blue

Dye Corduroy - Change the Context

On the mezzanine in the shadow of select tweets...

A possible continuing series of moments of genius in the utter brevity of 140 characters or less. All tweets featured are mine and can be found & followed @ www.twitter.com/dyecorduroy.

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Adil Salik ‏@dyecorduroy

Number of Foo Fighters songs that end with 'You" = 6 Best of You, Walking After You, See You, Lonely as You, How I Miss You, Tired of You

12:27 PM - 11 Feb 13 · Details

 

 Adil Salik ‏@dyecorduroy

'Twidiots' - n. Idiots on twitter p.s. if you are reading this, it's possibly you #NewWord

12:32 PM - 11 Feb 13 · Details

 

addendum: Or two idiots. If you say it really fast. 

 

Adil Salik ‏@dyecorduroy

Shoveling snow... the only 'accepted' form of child labor...

2:21 PM - 11 Feb 13 · Details

 

Adil Salik ‏@dyecorduroy

It's all downton from here... #pun #generalbrilliance

11:41 AM - 11 Feb 13 · Details

 

Adil Salik ‏@dyecorduroy

Why is #Osama trending on twitter? Don't people know he died in 2005/2006? Get with the program... #hoax #ANDtheymadeamovie #retards

10:23 AM - 11 Feb 13 · Details

 

Adil Salik ‏@dyecorduroy

Nothing cooler than having your songs compared to the Screaming Trees and Hole #rock #grunge #indie #dyecorduroy

1:05 PM - 7 Feb 13 · Details

 

Adil Salik ‏@dyecorduroy

I brought a gun to a sword-fight... #dyecorduroy

12:10 PM - 4 Feb 13 · Detils

 

 

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Your pipe dream has rusted...

How long will congregations of your past serve as a roadblock to quarantine your utopian dreams? In the midst of all the falling pieces of your sky, what keeps you from etching a new sun and envisioning a new horizon? The best laid plans, layered with familiarity and propped up with what is known today will surely falter and crash into the unknown of what tomorrow brings. Your complacency becomes your inadequacy becomes your failure. Failure to endure and enthrall anew. Failure to challenge and to astonish. It’s uncanny what unchartered spaces of your mind you have kept yourself from in adherence to the limit of your current faculty.

Sideways, not up and up and up. Those who rose from mezzanines of an ordinary skyscraper shiver with the gravity when pulled asunder. They will never get put back together, and even if so, the aesthetics would never be the same. The warranty is void. You stack up floors upon floors of mediocrity. You pile up levels upon levels of the constant buzzing of the most unsightly most ungainly of melodeons.  Your pipe dream has rusted and your tunnel vision has no light. You were never meant to scale up. Sideways. So sideways – new fields, new spaces, new sounds and new faces. In that lies your only provision to pass your weight to the ground and by buoyed back up. The proverbial spring in your step requires cohesion not adhesion. What's risen will be razed by the attrition of time. What's acquired will embrace you. Sideways. 

It's a bad day for Suicide Patrol...

This post is about the new Dye Corduroy single "Suicide Patrol" - if you're looking for actual suicide intervention, please contact your local police & request them to start a faction that would be ever vigilant and on patrol to equate the literal purpose of the song title. Otherwise, tune in...

The song tries to capture the moment between feeling invincible & inconsolably doomed. The shadowboxing central character in first person is on the precipice of oblivion where the misery of his might & his racing pulse collides. Spoiler alert: In the end, it's a bad day for Suicide Patrol.

From the upcoming record: Here Beside the Decoy

Dye Corduroy - Suicide Patrol

https://soundcloud.com/dye-corduroy/suicide-patrol

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Music/Lyrics/Artwork: Adil Salik

Bring a little rain...

 

Everything the same, whenever there's a change

Cause there's a prison in my mind for the views rendered insane

The lay of the land, the back of the hand, these forces unite to split stone into sand

As you hesitate, and I gravitate, I mirror the green of your eyes in the Durand

Dye Corduroy - Bring a Little Rain

Gridlocked...

All this backtalk;

Lends a little deaf thought to this gridlock

You let a little stray whisper burn a hole in you

All these roadblocks

The streets beneath the signs above the crosswalks

They realign your promises that fell through

The songs that you heard, ring in your head

Playing endlessly, the march of your dread

The next beat is just, a footstep away

It’s just around the bend, half a world away

All the time you spent on moments unafraid

Escaping memories that you eviscerate

The day bleeds into night, and night another day

Are you around the bend? Or half a world away?

Dye Corduroy - Gridlock (words: Adil Salik)

Queries about Escape

If escape was an option… how many people would line up in hopes of jettisoning their modalities and the beating of their days? If the new standard became the great getaway… then how exclusive would be the framework everybody left behind? How many people would like to slip into someone else’s lives and dreams and aspirations and broken chandeliers that they had left behind in chasing the way out?

Is it a restructuring of actual working modules that we need or a just a renovation of our minds? And if ignorance is bliss, is euphoria the abysmal dark depth of the unlearning? Who wants to regress into the unfolding of the codons and un-circling of cycles to a state of involution? You’d rather atrophy your vision then set sight on frontiers anew? Does it feed you the gustations so alien that you choke on the broadened horizons of your soul? Is familiarity your only last specter of home?

Where and when do you belong? And, pray tell, when will you let go?

There are answers you have unearthed for which no questions were posed to. There were many before us that probably led a more illuminated path of congruent peace and entropy. All of this amalgamates into one ying-yang of fashioned ideals. The obstacle courses created by her for her and by him for me, with a prize at the end, like the dangling of the unholiest of carrots. So feast on the nightmare that shines in your eye with every blink.

And when we find you still struggling to let go of your name; just know this: You have lived many other lives that spun from every misstep you thought you took and your parallels have taken up too much time and space in this alternate closet of vacuum. It is time to father the foster-child that you abandoned in the suburbs of your burgeoning psyche. It is time to dig deeper into the sky. It is time to make your bed. It is time to remember the reveries are indeed worth stopping for. Stop and sleep and dream a dream. Your circadians are aching from the rape.

Curfews & Clockworks

A para-revolutionized poem about the possible change that may befall.

Penned by: Adil Salik for an aural rendition in Late December (aka a hit song)

Curfews & Clockworks

Act 1

On the edge of waiting, at this precipice in time

the verdict will seep in the clockworks of your mind

The racing defiance you spent over me

collides with the fleeting in my brevity

Epilogue

The lights are all off; in hope of the storm

we’ve boarded up all the bad dreams

The restless will break the curfew at hand

to try to level this playing field

If the force of this moment bleeds into your heart:

the potion that renders every instance as gold

These are the troubled and these are themselves the saviors

and that is a secret that’s never been told

Act 2

You can ward off the yearning, wheel away the guilt

but the nagging will eat at the warmth of your soul

The policing of wisdom through the display of force

can never evade all the trapdoors and black holes

Epilogue

The lights are all off; in hope of the storm

we’ve boarded up all the bad dreams

The restless will break the curfew at hand

to try to level this playing field

If the force of this moment bleeds into your heart:

the potion that renders every instance as gold

These are the troubled and these are themselves the saviors

and that is a secret that’s never been told

Stolen guitar amps & marked subway spots...

Things keeping the boat afloat of late:

~ Stealing guitar amps. (will it work?? the burning question remains... watch this space)

^ Marking exact spots on the subway so the train drops you off next to the stairs/exit.

! Falling asleep in the train 5 minutes before the last stop.

{ Rediscovering Josh Ritter's excellent record Animal Years.

` Helping ishay/meeshu crack the back of the boards.

/ Revelling in Anais Mitchell's record Hymns for the Exiled.

^ Paraphrasing reveries.

` Waiting for the PJ Twenty 1080p rip.

~ Rejuvenating the Dye Corduroy Sound-Cloud page   and this very blog.

` Stocking up on the FLAC's - lossless music is the way to go.  If you're nice, I'd let you borrow some...

Meh.

Catching Flies - the poem pt. 2

The giving of new names to things much too old
is like a rhythm that’s beating in a marching bands wake
every disembarked dream leaves a mark on the soul
like a tattoo that’s pressed too hard right where it aches

And in the meantime
and in this mean world

All of this abandoned belief is now catching flies
all of these ghost of future past are running wild

Like the waves endlessly crashing on the edge of my town
there’s a silhouette of a welcome sign that’s been torn down
there’s a think tank that runs over all of my thoughts
bleeding the last drop of hope from my sky

(c) Adil Salik

Catching Flies - the poem pt.1

So my forray back into blogging* after a self imposed hiatus of a few months has to be shattered with great effect. Let me present part one of a poetic piece riddled & crafted in January of this year. 

*I have been micrblogging on my tumblr btw - which you can all sample at http://dyecorduroy.tumblr.com

Catching Flies - Pt. 1

This waiting is feeding more quarters in meters

fulfillment is aching to shelve all the lies

we tell ourselves to make time, like endless repeaters

we give ourselves reasons that tend to defy

 

And in the meantime

and in this mean world

All of this abandoned belief is now catching flies

all of these ghost of future past are running wild

Like the waves endlessly crashing on the edge of my town

there’s a silhouette of a welcome sign that’s all been torn down

there’s a train track that runs through my mind all around

like a vision that curtains the white of your eyes

(c) Adil Salik