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Beyond My Dreams Dying

by Ben Levin

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sunnnny
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sunnnny go vegan <3 Favorite track: Circumcise the Lord.
ori
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ori thank you for taking me on this journey. your writing and composition and vision will never cease to amaze me. Favorite track: Circumcise the Lord.
Mreenal Mams
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Mreenal Mams All I can say about it is 'Be Cool' Favorite track: That's What Lunch Was Like.
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bina there are some mighty creators in this world to whom i am deeply thankful to be blinking through this dimension at the same time as them. ben levin is one. it hits different learning lessons from teachers who are constantly learning for themselves and about themselves. this album exudes that energy Favorite track: The Hotel.
Joe Dobrowolski
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Joe Dobrowolski Fantastic collection of experimental yet cohesive songs. It's great to hear your voice again in a release! Also so happy The Hotel got a proper release, the video it's from is a favorite that I always come back to and it was a nice touch to include the voice message. Favorite track: The Hotel.
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The Hotel 03:51

about

I wrote these songs throughout 2020 and 2021 mostly while streaming on Twitch. They encapsulate a tectonic shift in the way I think, which I'm still struggling to understand or articulate. Do you ever just snap back and forget where you were?

Lyrics:

BIRTHDAY

Adjulation
I’m awake
Surprised the fatty chunks
Aren’t holding me
Like a hose
Like a snake
Flopping around and choking and choking and choking
My golden ticket
To throw up my insides
And sleep
Sleep in
In a coal mine
Sleepin’

And I’m flopping
Round and round and round the chunks of hair
And dust

The wind was good enough to love
The wake was pulling me up
Motion detector

CIRCUMCISE THE LORD

Saving my tongue for dinner I’m stuffed but
Stuff my hands with charm and a glass
Fill my throat with coats of molasses

Too slow
Dribble down to the floor
Rip a stork in half
Make it eat its legs
We all laugh
Ha

Pantsless in the void
Rabid in my groin
I’ll consume you while I point
To the garbage we are joining

Mickey Mouse is cute
Taco Bell is cool
I’m a harmless dude
I just turn you into glue

I put your skin on pocketbooks
I never saw them rip your flesh
Standing in the taco line
Order up a bloody mess

I woke up by the pool looking ragged
Looking old
Like a standard poodle in a bathtub cold
Water drenched
Purring like a storm
Heard through the vents
Whining vanilla porn
And warnings to the ether saying
Yes I would like some more
More will not mean shit
When I circumcise the lord
Stories cut short so that I can feast
Raining blood between my teeth
Onto an ivory key
All in C
White blood cell creep
I play the instrument
And the whining dogs weep
And the whining porn leaks
And the pool dog shrieks
And the pool porn wreaks

TENNIS CUTIES


Tennis players look so cutie
With their knees and their balls
Back and forth
Grassy mass it’s overwhelming y’all
I just like to observe
I’m not good at these sports
In my tennis cutie shorts
But I’ll sit down for now
Wow!

I can’t think of anything except uh you know be cool stay cool

Tennis players act so sweetie
Cleaning up, up the cort
Making sure their balls and shorts are nowhere to be found
I just like to help out
I will go collect the balls
And the cans we keep them in
It’s overwhelming wow yeah!

THAT’S WHAT LUNCH WAS LIKE

I have a little bowl
There’s really nothing in it
But my room is packed with stuff I take for granted
I starve myself by wanting more

That’s what lunch was like
Like a fucking war

I wiggle on the floor
My legs and arms abandoned
And I forgot to taste the sugar with the poison
I lose myself by finding more

That’s what lunch was like
Like a fucking war

That’s what lunch was like
Threw my day aside
Posing like I’m wise
Living my worst lie
Tasteless in my mind
That’s what lunch was like

That’s what lunch was like
Like a fucking war

I’M A COMPUTER

Me and my always trying to write my wrongs out
Always trying to scratch the wasted time out
Me I’m like always trying to write my wrongs out
I’m a computer aging cloud

Me and my always trying to write my wrongs out
Pardon me I’m turkey pardon me I’m dark meat now
And you shut me up
You shove me on the block and you cut me up
You took on all my feathers and you pluck me out
That’s no way to treat a lady
That’s no way to treat a turkey
That’s the way we pass pain down

THE HOTEL

Sweet dreams I’m a living example of the dark line floating between the horizons
Horizontal twisting everyone is missing now
On my milk carton I am my milk carton
I’m searching for the demon I’m searching for the answer of what I wasn’t seeing
And now on the horizon I’m twisting on the ground beyond my dreams lying
Beyond my dreams lying

Sweet dreams I’m a living example of the dark line floating between the horizons
Horizontal twisting everyone is missing now
On my milk carton I am my milk carton
I’m searching for the demon I’m searching for the answer of what I wasn’t seeing
And now on the horizon I’m twisting on the ground beyond my dreams dying
Beyond my dreams dying

credits

released January 15, 2022

Music and animation by Ben Levin
Mixed and produced by Bradford Krieger at Big Nice Studio
Mix assistance by Johanna Baumann
Mastered by Randy Roos at Squam Sound

Live drums on I'm a Computer by Trust Fund Ozu
Sage advice about being cool on Tennis Cuties by Doctor Whom the First
Sage advice about dancing on I'm a Computer by SethSethSethSethSethSeth

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