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The Memory Apparatus

by Thylacinus

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Golem 03:40
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Insomnia 03:04
staring at the ceiling as I lie awake in bed vacant as the space between the walls inside my head the brick and plaster edifice is staring in at me oblivious to the artifice that fails us when we dream the burden of the immersion mars these lonely hours uncertainty of days to come causes thoughts to sour a twisted introspection ushers unaccompanied fervent self-destruction posing as profundity the morning light approaches with still no sign of sleep the waning night's atrocious weight slowly starts to creep the alarm clock's piercing siren tells me that I failed I hit the snooze and soon again my alarm clock starts to wail staring out the window as I lie awake in bed kept awake by restless thoughts deep inside my head the rising burning stellar sphere hits me with its beam I rise to face another day without the chance to dream
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Gravity pulling downward Depravity wrongly encountered Living during these conditions Rids us of our ambitions Smiling faces telling us their Different times and places compare With the world they created In which we are all hated Now things are changing. Things are always bad The world is crashing down around us each and every day I’m falling straight through the ground while loudly Calling without a sound So tired Safety nets are collapsing Regrets failures and relapsing Sadness in the afterglow Cannot dream past tomorrow Now things are changing. Things are always bad The world is crashing down around us each and every day I’m falling straight through the ground while loudly Calling without a sound So tired Falling straight through the ground while loudly Calling without a sound So tired We are all by ourselves Lonely We are all by ourselves Angry All we know is slowly dying All we have is slowly trying All we have to lose is now Lost ourselves in tomorrow Falling straight through the ground while loudly Calling without a sound
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We work for what we get without a safety net Can’t afford to go to the doctor With no choice we self medicated, became the problem they created Problem get exacerbated, some became incarcerated We’re all trapped in a dying system at the end of the world And we tell ourselves that we will find our way, but we won’t. And it’s been five years since the factory shut down and they forced us out and locked all the doors There’s no money to invest in industry while we’re stuck funding endless wars We do the best we can without a backup plan Low pay second jobs on nights and weekends For time that once belonged to me the pay’s so bad it’s kinda free Dig deeper into poverty without basic commodities We’re all trapped in a dying system at the end of the world And we tell ourselves that we will find our way, but we won’t. And it’s been five years since the factory shut down and they forced us out and locked all the doors There’s no money to invest in industry while we’re stuck funding endless wars And it’s been four years since I last saw my friend before she put herself under ground There’s no money to invest in mental health while the CEOs are still around Working out how to start again Working on how to move along Trying to begin again and again We’re all trapped in a dying system at the end of the world And we tell ourselves that we will find our way, but we won’t. And it’s been five years since the factory shut down and they forced us out and locked all the doors There’s no money to invest in industry while we’re stuck funding endless wars And it’s been four years since I last saw my friend before she put herself under ground There’s no money to invest in mental health while the CEOs are still around And it’s been two years since I moved to this state to try to start over again The economy is shit, don’t think I have a future, still trying to figure out who I am
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Why do I smell burning plastic in the room? Where is everybody else? Can’t help myself but ask myself these questions whose answers frighten me like “who am I going to be when the asteroid strikes tomorrow?” Every day that I wake up I try to go outside with a little less to hide than the day before. Every day that I fall down I try to break the ground. Cracks spread all around like they did before. The other day while walking home I ran into a girl who wasn’t there anymore. She cast her shadow somewhere else and left to go away to somewhere else that she cannot remember. “Everything is murky,” she said, “everything since last September.” Why do I know how this show ends before I’ve even seen it? Are shows just predictable like that? No, I must have superpowers like future cognition. Whatcha think of that? Every day that I wake up I try to go outside with a little less to hide than the day before. Every day that I fall down I try to break the ground. Cracks spread all around like they did before. The other day while walking home I ran into a girl who wasn’t there anymore. She cast her shadow somewhere else and left to go away to somewhere else that she cannot remember. “Everything is murky,” she said, “everything since last September.”
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It Stinks. 04:57
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everything is falling apart in my head don't even think about what i said every day we're getting older being bathed in cosmic rays forced to stay awake for days the ground around me starts to smolder look before the madness starts and the world falls apart joining the army of the undead clothes are tattered threads splattered with red begging on the street for bread filled with rising dread look at it spread even the nightmares are different these days woke up sweating 'cause I dreamed I had to pay for a load of groceries I didn't order look before the madness starts and the world falls apart can't remember what was destroyed staring blankly at the void can't feel more than annoyed getting increasingly paranoid a messed up humanoid hard to avoid i guess we're doing the best we can it's not enough but i don't give a damn joining the army of the undead clothes are tattered threads splattered with red begging on the street for bread filled with rising dread look at it spread
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released August 1, 2021

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Thylacinus Portland, Oregon

Thylacinus: music and bad decisions. You likely heard of me from a soundtrack to a podcast, but I also make my own music from time to time.

The early stuff is pretty rough, but I keep it around as it's part of my history.

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