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HER ANIMAL

by Hashirat

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1.
WINDHAM Broad is the road that leads to death And thousands walk together there; But wisdom shows a narrow path, With here and there a traveler. "Deny thyself, and take thy cross," Is the Redeemer's great command; Nature must count her gold but dross, If she would gain this heav'nly land. The fearful soul that tires and faints And walks the ways of God no more, Is but esteemed almost a saint, And makes his own destruction sure. Lord, let not all my hopes be vain, Create my heart entirely new, Which hypocrites could ne'er attain, Which false apostates never knew. ----- MIND SUMMIT / WOMYN RETROSPECTIVE Hands both tied Got my hands both tied Cynical, and metaphysical, they’re on my mind Hands both tied Got my hands both tied Fallen angel, seraphic abuse, you can’t hide ----- COVER OF "AIKIDO (NEUROTIC / EROTIC)" I apologize for playing with your eyes, but I’m obsessed with you Rolling out of bed is morning in my head, ‘cause I’m obsessed with you Rose mirages into vases, I don’t stand a chance Quiet girls with wrist corsages, cordial silence, I can’t dance Holding breath by graveyards, salt over my shoulder, I’m obsessed with you Rainbow-walking cave-heart never will be bolder, I’m obsessed with you Chickenscratch Rembrandts of your likeness, all this nonsense makes me think My insides cry “try thy finest” why, then, am I at my brink? I told Doctor Tillis to prescribe an illness, but he said his schedule's filled with Children who need Prozac, Prilosec and Lo-jack, triple-sec and Lexapro For second-guesses. Drugs that heal. So we can touch instead of feel Oh, I apologize for playing with your eyes, but I’m obsessed with you Bite your tongue and smile, stick around a while. I’m obsessed with you Neurotic erotic, neurotic erotic, neurotic erotic, neurotic erotic I’m obsessed with you ----- LAURAB CHORUS 1 Come fuck me where the guard dogs play Ahh, I’m waiting and I mean to stay Let’s show ourselves a real good time Let everybody see your face, oh Come fuck me where the guard dogs play Ahh, o holy ghost and magistrate, yeah What’s it mean when all the stars bleed out And you’re the one who’s gotta pay? VERSE 1 If I asked you how you lived, I could tell you how you’d die So long as I got heaven, get your own paradise Yet I can’t help but notice you’re a lover in disguise We’re all lovers in disguise, we just gotta wonder why Promised land by a charlatan, your promised time is up again They all devise some schemes, get you up and down and over them They’re all crying blood, and they’re all leaking screams Lord, our children sleep with death, we let fire steal our dreams Let’s try our hand at Eden, let’s understand ourselves We don’t understand ourselves, we don’t understand our wealth We don’t make those same mistakes, we don’t ask, and we don’t tell And I’m sure you’re not with them, but you’re sure not with yourself But who am I, who are we, who parades your policy Who’s the seventh in the seal, what's the faggot gonna preach? She’s the one we can’t let go, she’s the one with all the teeth She’s the one who leashes clouds into the shape of a beast [Chorus 1] All my love, it goes out to you, but Try and choke me with your fingers cut, now Try and vomit while I sew you shut Try and say my name without a tongue, yeah All my love, it goes out to you, and Never underestimate the truth, yeah Let’s all begin to shed our skin Let the spirit of monoxide in, yeah VERSE 2 Leave dirt to the charity, let’s silence regularity Let’s burden our despair with the tendencies of everything Psycho-temper embassy, our thoughts are so embarrassing Just like a tender heresy, amalgam of the kerosene Inside the mouth of oligarchical semantic parody It’s just me and the prophecy, trust me I’m the man to be If you don’t like the taste of power, simply recommend to leave Let me rule the dialects, the fortress and the army I'm a diamond, I'm a rarity, shine extraordinarily Blinding with the clarity, refine irregularities Assign the similarities, define inner identity Remind familiarity, combine with solidarity Do nothing for disparity, it’s all unjust despair to me Intersectionality, hung up on nationality Culture pests and suicide, do you believe in love, and why? Freedom lives in the freedomless, so burn your flags and lay your names to die CHORUS 2 Come fuck me where the guard dogs play Ahh, I’m waiting and I mean to stay Let’s show ourselves a real good time Let everybody see your face, oh Come fuck me where her animal plays Ahh, o holy ghost and magistrate, yeah What to do when the stars bleed out And the one that’s got your name is gone now Authority or bloodlust Call it what you will, but Let's finish up Redemption sure as hell won't wait for us They'll call your conscience guilty, I sense your heart is willing, But to me, it's up to dust Starving hearts can make a killing What's to self is extra steps Heritage just couldn't guess And a god can never win Against those sins you can't confess And the markéd dress to best Another century of pests that tell you Who to love, how to live, which wolves to impress T-t-t-tell me, why you look the way you do? T-t-t-tell me, why you sell yourself to fools Her animal, is our animal Is our gospel, and our downfall Our enlightenment, our history She rides atop the wicked back of idolatry Her animal's your gospel Your gospel's dialectic Those jaws, those chains Fervent and electric Her animal's your gospel Your gospel's dialectic Antiquity and peril Are swimming in the septic Come fuck us all with generational guilt Oh god, shame us all with the legacy you built There's a reason children jam calibers in their skulls So you try to bulletproof em jamming scripture down their throats Holy words are thoughtless Mercy sold to prophets Cut the tongues of emperors, and addicts to a promise Not sapphic-tinted thrones, nor queer aligned material No two-spirit, melanin, no slavery ethereal Gods don't win, no Gods don't win, no Gods don't fucking win Lick your lips, you birthright costumes Put the world on a leash, and let the world cry itself to sleep Trauma undernourished on the hospital floor Look away, look away, you’re immorality’s whore
2.
HER ANIMAL 01:20:29
SAFFLOWER/SHAPESHIFTER Oh, spit it out now Spit it out, your spectre is near Will you find relief here? Can your grace keep you with me? I stand right beside you We stand in the bestial heat What more can we ask for? Rain falls, into soil we seep Oh, spit it out now Spit it out, your spectre is near Will you find relief here? Can your grace keep you with me? I see sparrows and vultures Talons deep in serpents and thieves While alone comes her creature Shapeshifting while burning alive ----- YELLOW WITH ROPE The stars bled out, it feels so long ago What cold light left carved our shadows into stone Rancid time, conquer and combine Drift us off into the night What can you give me, that I can’t give myself? And though I still get nervous, I bet you couldn’t tell Ask for more, ask for more Be mortality’s whore Dusk draws near, and life’s not fair If time counts for anything, what’s left for us to share? Our shadows never look Quite like us So let’s shed away the husk All I need is one true friend I want total peace of mind To leave the hurting world behind I'm not scared; I swear I'm free It may collapse the fear That burns to bring the worst from me Much too smart to sound uptight Not to cheat what I deserve Nothing hidden and nothing wasted So far from dead, frustrated Too smart to ask for more This is all I've waited for Nothing hidden and nothing wasted Nothing past the love I've tasted It's wrong but right; magic change I finally hurt to live on up to this name Not right; it never changes When finally hurt to live on up to this thing ----- DEATH COMES ALONE, NAYIRAH Hush-a-bye, don't you cry Go to sleepy, little baby Go to sleepy, little baby When you wake, you shall have All the pretty little horses All the pretty little horses Blacks and bays, and dapples and greys All the pretty little horses Go to sleep, don't you cry Rest your head upon the clover Rest your head upon the clover In your dreams, you shall ride While your mummy watches over Blacks and bays, and dapples and greys All the pretty little horses All the pretty little horses All the pretty little horses All the pretty little horses [forever] My kind of love isn't fair

about

what is a sound on its own? some lonely, lonely sound it is. think, the infinity that exists in a single string, in a breath. think, the years, the generations it took to arrive at any given sound, a sound now defiled and used. think, from what ceremony is a sound birthed, what convulsion of being? now, for once, think: are these questions asked in sincerity, or are they another product of intellectualizing each and every experiential minutiae?

culture is not tradition, though they often work together. culture is ever-present, but tradition refuses to let go. where culture informs, tradition lies dormant in a rose-adorned cage, one of wicker and blood. that gaze of "should be" pierces that of "what is", as if "what is" is not the pedestal in which "should be" stands on. the previous question casts a shadow of another question here: what is culture as a sound object? and what is culture weaponized?

in light of all of this, "Her Animal" is, first and foremost, a celebration of culture, and a ritual pyre of all traditions that wear its mask.

of course, "Her Animal" is many things. Who is she, and what species of beast accompanies? any and all answers are correct, of course--the aforementioned Culture and its fanged, vicious mongrel, the Self and the Perceived, the noble plight of Anti-Artists, your Cultural Identity in all of its multiple faces contorting to fit between your eyes. all blessings to our communities, but our collective liberation includes that of stereotype.

everything points to tradition. there is no sacred path, and you are never any less of yourself in any guise or discomfort.

so who is Nayirah if not the teary-eyed embodiment of absolute destruction? a pawn for power and a social disease, manufactured solely as a front to perpetuate terror. then, see another animal, a wicked angel in frothy wings--colonialism, "western" hegemony, sickly claws in which cowards use to eviscerate lifeblood and soil. nayirah is but one incident in a history that never seems to end.

and no matter the number of emblazoned children, and no matter how much land and how many peoples are torn to pulp, we can only seem to watch. those that fight back are either crushed or forced to end themselves. within the celebrations, "Her Animal" takes a glimpse at horrors still unraveling. be it the massacre of Palestinian refugees at Sabra and Shatila, the death of the Bo language (among the countless languages lost through the explicit or implicit destruction of indigenous cultures), or the legacy of nayirah herself, there is a pain that runs throughout. songs chanted by prisoners, a father in violent grief, suicidal ideation, the birdsong of the last living Kaua'i ō'ō. yet this is never enough. there is never enough pain for change. our world is built, it seems, by barbarous architects, and death is the only true progress.

by the end of the album, all samples are mangled beyond repair. distortion has overrun joy and ceremony, as nayirah's voice becomes one with digital voices. one final charge is heard in "Lingkhor", before the onslaught is halted and disfigured into one shameful conglomerate. harmony between us becomes a twisted weapon to estrange, conform, and eventually destroy.

this album goes out to any and all mutations of liberty. your justice is a lie, your laws are false, your hands are red and still dripping. if the terror you make can't kill you, we can make our own terror. here's to your cultural supremacy, your traditions, values, and economies, all bullshit. here's to the scattered bones and evisceration that built your cities, your ideas, and your wealth. here's to overthrowing any and all realities you made for us atop the backs of dead flesh and song.

originally, this project began in insincerity: there was to be this awful collage of sounds pasted in the purest disrespect, and, in a way, my own form of imperialist terror. if you choose to listen this way, be my guest. however, know that an understanding was reached, and to perpetuate that terror musically requires a level of cynicism I feel as though I'm done with. there is no veneer here, beyond all the pain and cycles of violence, "Her Animal" should play as celebration. a warning, perhaps, as violence continues. but there is indeed a love that permeates through the ferocity. we have it within ourselves to redefine and embrace chaos, and that's what I set out to capture. no order in chaos; pure chaos. with love, forever, and to all people and peoples of the world.

MARICHIWEU

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1. INTRO TO "HER ANIMAL" - Live @ BANGERFEST 2 [[20:00]]
1.1: Windham (0:00 - 2:01)
1.2: Mind Summit/Womyn Retrospective (2:01 - 12:33)
1.3: Cover of "¡Aikido! (Neurotic/Erotic)" (12:33 - 14:30)
1.4: LAURAB (14:30 - 20:00)

2. HER ANIMAL [[80:29]]
2.1: Safflower Shapeshifter: Dogma and the Deathwish (0:00 - 5:30)
2.2: Comfy Muzzle (5:30 - 14:30)
2.3: Aftersun (14:30 - 23:30)
2.4: Nova Leaves Willow (23:30 - 32:30)
2.5: Two-Spirit (32:30 - 41:30)
2.6: Yellow With Rope (41:30 - 50:30)
2.7: The Monster With 21 Faces (50:30 - 59:30)
2.8: Lingkhor (59:30 - 68:30)
2.9: Death Comes Alone, Nayirah (68:30 - 80:29)

credits

released May 13, 2021

//INTRO TO HER ANIMAL//

HASHIRAT
ALABAMA SACRED HARP SINGERS
ALAN LOMAX
BOOON! BOOON!
BEG!
GLACIERBABY
FAX GANG
CONNORPARTY
LOTO
JUANEÑO BAND OF MISSION INDIANS
NORTHERN CREE SINGERS
UNNAMED ROMANIAN THROAT SINGER
UNNAMED TELUGU SINGER 1
UNNAMED TELUGU SINGER 2
WILL WOOD AND THE TAPEWORMS

//HER ANIMAL//

HASHIRAT
UNWOUND
UNNAMED CHINESE CHILDREN'S CHOIR 1
UNNAMED CHINESE CHILDREN'S CHOIR 2
NIGHT REACHES
QARI AMAR BELLAHA
TAHIR QAWWAL
TOLGAHAN COGULU
CHINESE MILITARY CHOIR
LIU TIANHUA
LOTO
LA SEMILLA
JOSE NAVARRO
THAI THANH
EPAKSA
TAI ORATHAI
PAUL ROBESON
UNNAMED MONOPHONIC VOCALIST
VARIOUS DRUM CIRCLE PERFORMERS
BALINESE GAMELAN ENSEMBLE
BLADEE
ANUJA KAMAT
S GAYATHRI
UNNAMED GAELIC PSALM CHORUS 1
UNNAMED GAELIC PSALM CHORUS 2
GÖKSEL BAKTAGIR
JOHN CAGE
SANGGAR CERAKEN OF BALI
JOHN NOISE MANIS
UNNAMED GADULKA PLAYER
BOON PENG FAI PHEWCHAI
JUANEÑO BAND OF MISSION INDIANS
JACQUE NUNEZ
UNKNOWN PEKING OPERA PERFORMERS 1
MARCO CAMPOS
JOHN SOSEBEE
UNNAMED GOSPEL SINGER
UNNAMED MAZHAN PLAYER
UNNAMED PEKING OPERA PERCUSSIONISTS 1
UNNAMED PEKING OPERA PERFORMERS 2
VIOLETA PARRA
NORTHERN CREE SINGERS
JUICE WRLD
SCHOOLBOY Q
PARCHMAN FARM WORKERS
ALAN LOMAX
TONY ENOS
KALI UCHIS
ELISIONE
TELAGA MAS MUSIK
KATZENKLAVIER
CHEN XIEYANG
CHINA NATIONAL SYMPHONY ORCHESTRA
ALABAMA SACRED HARP SINGERS
LILY SORYU
UNNAMED PEKING OPERA SINGER 1
UNNAMED PEKING OPERA SINGER 2
SABRI MOUDALLAL
UNNAMED GAGAKU PERFORMERS
SEBADOH
GODSPEED YOU! BLACK EMPEROR
MATERIAL GIRL
UNNAMED PEKING OPERA SINGER 3
UNNAMED PEKING OPERA SINGER 4
UNNAMED PEKING OPERA SINGER 5
UNNAMED PEKING OPERA SINGER 6
GLICO MORINAGA RANSOM TAPE
UNNAMED TOURIST IN INDIA
HINDU FUNERAL PROCESSION
UNNAMED INUIT THROAT SINGERS
NITISH JOGANAH
UNNAMED MONGOLIAN THROAT SINGER
108MICS
FAX GANG
LORRI ALISON
GEORGE
BOA SR
KAUAI O'O
ROBERT FISK
SONDER
DONALD BYRD
AGI-INNAYAT KAYO
DAYTOY TI BILIN KO
JOJO MAYER
GENESIS OWUSU
UNNAMED WEST AFRICAN DRUMMERS
MAMA GRASS
UNNAMED TOHONO O'ODHAM SINGER
THOMAS ROEBERS
FLORIS LEEUWENBERG
UNNAMED PEOPLE OF BARO, GUINEA
UNNAMED SENUFO MUSICIANS
UNNAMED PEKING OPERA PERFORMERS 3
NAGARADHANE CEREMONY
C.L. RITCHIE LO
ABY NGANA DIOP
GENEVIEVE
JULMA-HENRI
UNNAMED YAPURUTU PLAYER
BLACKBIRD CALLS
ASSORTED FIELD RECORDINGS
ASSORTED UNRELEASED PROJECTS

THE DENDRITIC AFTERBLEED OF COLONIALISM
COIL
NAYIRAH

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