Orientation EP

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This E.P. was recorded by Sebitch in a vacant club in one night of June 2011. Some of the tracks may appear in a different form on the next record proper but I hope you enjoy these offerings in the meantime.

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released July 27, 2011

Voice / Guitar - Guy Dale
Backing on 'The Point of Orientation' by Seb and Miss Moax
Recorded by Sebitch @ Enclave, Berlin 15/06/11
Mixed by Sebitch and Mute Swimmer
Photograph by Eva
Thanks to Enclave, FUNK, Jacob Faurholt, The Great Park, Justin Davies for their technical and practical support.
Impossible without Eva, Seb, Jeannette, thank you x

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Track Name: The Point of Orientation
here’s a repetition (no, no)
here’s a repetition
i think that you heard
it’s double the words
i stick to the facts
the physical act
is just a fraction
but its an action
and actions they say speak louder than words

i could face the window
i could face the window
now face the wall
watch you don’t fall
you can face the faces
your moving in spaces
that govern the text
and the line that comes next
is a point of orientation where there is no other point at all

pray, pray take this
as a mode of assault
take take this
as the perfection of a fault / flaw

(i could just) give up
(you could just) give up
give the crowd the bird
and not speak a word
just keep it it stumm
or speak it in tongues
it’s an over reaction
in a big pink thought caption it says
i’m being here one moment at a time the best way that i can

take take this moment
as an instance of grace
pray, pray take this
as a kick in your face

oh the proud song
of the mouth and the tongue
(is it a) c minor or a g minor
a lousy one liner

still the melody it floats
on a system of notes
on a time line
a convention of rhyme

oh the proud song
of the amnesiac tongue
(is it an) a minor a b minor
a lousy one liner?

if i’m willing and able
in culture and labour
and with a heave ho
i (might) forget what i know
Track Name: A Melody (Strands 1-3)
a melody (strands 1 - 3)

this is
this is what
this is what was done
this is what’s to come

to do
to do something
to do something of use
with the rags of a melody

……………

the window
the wall
the roof
the floor
the body between

a witness
a fact
an untruth
an act
what’s in a song?

a sentence
a stop
the swing
the bop
the hip
the hop

………….

but these strands
strands of image hang around
strands trapped in the sound
a shot of where you were
in some gelatinian blur
you are not what you were
i knit strands into a cavity
it’s action is involuntary
a plume of smoke in a sunlit room
laughter in suburban gloom
a strand of lace made taut and tied
the scent of rooms you occupied
senseless strands of text
of mindless self reference
this mindless self reference
this lessnesslessness
bodies fuse, release unknot
as blood through vein does flow and clot
the spittle on the tip
strands of semen on her lips
now the candour won’t cut short
the ceasless pistons of your thought
come in tracts, tracts
intractable strands
a synapse in the brain
recalls a lovers name
the simple ways you wore it out
all in the rags of a melody
here’s one for the memories
the cadence of your breath
these tiny little deaths
each one a melody
for now and the reverie
but what’s in a song?
Track Name: I Went to Write
I went to write my love down
I went to write my love down
I went to speak a word for what I feel

But my love cannot be spoken
And my heart resists their tokens
My love cannot be spoken and be the same thing
My love has not a voice that is the same thing

So there’s no real way of knowing
A melody does its own thing
There’s no real way of knowing that that’s my truth

What if I’m just pretending
My love is still unattended/ the words just come-a-rending
What if I’m just pretending to feel this

But I went to write my love down
I meant to write my love down
I went to write my love down
I went to write my love down
But what if I’m just pretending so you feel it?
Track Name: Blues for J.C.
I NAME THIS VERSE ACTION
SO LIKE A FILM I CAN BEGIN

I NAME THIS VERSE NOTHING
SO IT CAN BE EXACTLY WHAT IT IS

IF SOMEONE SLEEPS LET THEM SLEEP TO MY TUNE
IT’S HARD TO BE AS YOU ARE AND TO BE IN THIS ROOM
IF SOMEONE SWAYS LET THEM SWAY TO MY SONG
ITS EASY TO MOVE TO A TUNE WHEN THERE’S NO RIGHT OR WRONG

IF YOU FIND THIS CONTENTIOUS
WE CAN JUST MAKE A CHANGE
IF YOU FIND THIS RELENTLESS
WE SHOULD DO IT AGAIN

YOU WANT SOMETHING CLEAN SOMETHING PURE AND TUNELESS
BUT YOUR HELD TO A RHYTHM IN TIME AND THE WORDS ARE USELESS
IF SOMETHINGS DROPPED OR SOMETHING’S HIT WITH A DRUM STICK
DON’T CALL IT BEAT, DON’T CALL IT TIME, DON’T CALL IT MUSIC

I’M A BLANK SLATE
I’M A BLANK SLATE
I’VE NOTHING TO SAY AND I’M SAYING IT
IF IT’S ALRIGHT
IT’S ALRIGHT
I’VE NOTHING TO SAY AND I’M SAYING IT
IT’S ALRIGHT, IT’S OK
I’VE NOTHING TO SAY AND I’M SAYING IT
I’VE NOTHING TO SAY AND I’M SAYING IT

IF YOU’RE BORED NOW, I’VE SCORED NOW
MAYBE I’VE TAPPED A VEIN
IF YOUR BORED NOW I’VE SCORED NOW
WE SHOULD DO IT AGAIN


I NAME THIS VERSE ENDING
(SO I CAN QUIT)