To Banish By Illumination

For little selves in agonies,
the world takes time to realize
what dreams may come.
If we saw this moment at every moment
we might learn to welcome missing the smile on memory's face.
We'd dive into a pool of pink lemonade,
in this moment at every moment,
like fools, we'd try to drive to the moon.
I'd tell you I love you.

In a world without past,
and no predictive dashboards,
after a long and dirty search,
we found fresh seawater and a sandy beach
where we could sit and sigh together.
My feathered arms trembled as they held you,
next to an ocean breezing deep;
thrilled by brushing up against another’s wings,
things fragile and made for turbulence.
To Banish By Illumination

So Long Lost in the Kung-Fu Grip of Everything

When it gets this quiet
things start to read hard.

I used to run my fingers
from the back of your neck
to the where'd it all go.

You were gonna be the only one.
And I was gonna be the only one.

So long lost 
in the kung-fu grip
of everything.

What’s long gone is what I'm looking for.

So long lost 
in the kung-fu grip
of everything.

The so long gone is all I’m asking for.

I am going down 
to the river alone.

I am going 
to the river 
for a while
to be alone

with the frogs and the fish
and the slick, smooth stones.

I am going down 
to the river alone.
So Long Lost in the Kung-Fu Grip of Everything

Liber Medicinalis

I’ve been told
we have the power
to make laws
such that
all could live
without poverty
and bask
in the smell
of fresh, apple pies
set to cool
in kitchen windows
that overlook
plush, green
backyards.

The power to let
everyone sleep
in heavenly cottages.

It verges on the magical.

Yet,
I know you’re right,
when you say
that power
is a misery engine
and wealth
an isolation machine.

We all know you’re right.
We see it everyday.

Still-
despite
all the evidence:

ABRACADABRA
 ABRACADABR
  ABRACADAB
   ABRACADA
    ABRACAD
     ABRACA
      ABRAC
       ABRA
        ABR
         AB
          A



Liber Medicinalis

This’ll Only Take a Minute

So if you're ready, we can start.
You can take off all you want
but you can never really leave.
So ignore everything and come and dance with me.

I said, ignore everything and come and dance with me.

Cause we can start tonight.
I’ll make it easy to forget you.
Cause you've lost how many days, and there’s no going home.

I don't know how you do it.
I guess it's fate or love.
Both so hard to see from behind the hourglass.

So if you're ready, we can start.
You can take off all you want
but you can never really leave.
If you're ready, we can start.
If you're ready, we can start
but you can never really leave.
No, you can never really leave.
This’ll Only Take a Minute

Come On, You Want It, It’s Fucking Friday Night

All the lights have turned on
And we’re wearing our disguises

Yeah, you got a fancy coat now.
Now we’re in the mood for getting out.

Getting out to see the moon—
See the moon—it’s an old man.

See the old man, see the old man, see the old man in the sky.

Come on, yeah, you want it.
Come on, god, you want it.
Come on now, you want it.
Come on, you want it now.

Well, we took the long way ‘round.
Long way ‘round old Downing Street.

We've been rolling, we've been running.
Everything out on the table like some pre-sacrifice.


And I would wait for this forever
just to be treated nice.


But we don't live in the past, in the past, little angel.
We don't live in the past anymore anyhow.

We only live for tomorrow, little angel, precious darling.
Who wants to live in the past anymore anyhow?
Come On, You Want It, It’s Fucking Friday Night

Every Day Every Day Every Day

We breath the dreams of dreams come true,

And how I love to be breathing while putting one foot in front of the other.

And, no, my feet never ever even touch the ground.

And every step I take, they tell me I’m walking,

They tell me I’m walking on the path.

Though the bright moon is far above,

And the sun won't shine on me for hours to come,

They keep telling me every day that I am walking on the path, that I am finding my way.

Nights like this I become a hero.

A hero is someone who is like someone who would never ever, never once, never twice,

Ever ever never again…

A hero becomes the shade in between the lights on the path.

Every night, beside me.

Take my advice and try to be a hero in the cold of night.

And listen when they tell you you’re on the path.

Every day try to get a little bit of dream.

Try to get some deep breaths beneath the ever-glowing sun.
Every Day Every Day Every Day

Some Tyranny Just Can’t Be Bothered

They might eat you.
They might eat your baby.
They might eat your house.
They might eat your dog.

They might eat your house, I said.
They might eat your house!
They’re not in the band.
They’re not in that band of yours.

Are you listening?
You can't just sit down and listen anymore.
Are you looking at me?

Do you see our dead sun
floating in these eyes?
It’s time to put the records on.
It’s time to do the back flips.

So come on stage,
come on stand up.
We can’t hear you when you choose
to talk from out your arse.

You know they’re gonna get you.
Unless you say whatever,
whatever for your body.
You know they’re gonna get you in the end.

Whatever do you mean to them?
Can you believe you’re here?

I can't believe I'm here.
And you're my only goddamned friend.
Some Tyranny Just Can’t Be Bothered

Welcome to the Cult of Code

C0 and I are pleased to bring the latest Sleep Sigil release to your earholes. Give it a listen this New Year’s Eve with your friends (or use it to taunt your enemies). The whole thang is available now on just aboot every streaming music platform. Here’s a few links to get ya started:

Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/album/cult-of-code/1598675003

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/5KOPzWlqeJrxr7IJg4PURc?si=kGnFCrwmQ8m3yxxBbUk6Kw

YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=OLAK5uy_nNBg_nBi79Y5yJWFTSVejUXdu3InYOWB4

Happy New Year, peoples. Raising my glass to you and hoping for the best in ’22.

Welcome to the Cult of Code

Monkey, Chasing Weasel

There will be no purpose
to them, to them

And there will be no purpose
to them

There will be no purpose
to them, to them

No, there will be no purpose
to them

The creatures great, the creatures small
came when called to gather 'round.
When long ago the gods did make
their creature-gathering sounds.

From within a semi-circle vast
and ever deep and wide,
the creatures held their holy deities
in such sparkling, innocent eyes.

The gods they spoke in hushed tones,
so rumbling, low, and grave.
Hushed tones that turned the creatures' hearts
to a dismal, grey dismay.

The gods proclaimed, then disappeared
each one by one by one.
And nothing did they leave behind
save Earth and Moon and Sun.

The creatures held each others’ hands 
to help them ease their pain.
Then some began to sing a song
to sing their hurts away:

There will be no purpose
to them, to them

And there will be no purpose
to them

There will be no purpose
to them, to them

No, there will be no purpose
to them
Monkey, Chasing Weasel