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Absolute Whoopsie

by Dani Lee Pearce

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mercury every time i listen to this album i have a new favorite song. complete excellence for psychedelic pop fans Favorite track: A Kingdom Walking.
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William Leonard The Dani Lee Pearce Sound has reached full terrifying maturity, with spiralling Danny Elfman chords sending the psychedelic MIDI dancefloor into another dimension - as Pearce herself exhibits some of the most ultra-cool performances she's ever given, grinning and growling and reassuring. It's a relentless breeze of spindly synth beats and perfect choruses that last as long as they want to. Favorite track: We May.
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1.
well they see love as nothing more than just some song lyric you withdraw inward biting a cloud not thinking about when they may be done yr friends say that their greatest trick was appearing in the guise of a god dressing up hell like the heaven you never knew was always gone and when the blood leaks out from under them and they sweat the tears of the eyes they saw through in comes their silver brass call singin yr a Mary O. Nett, Girl tyin strings to yr flesh now darlin yr a Mary O. Nett, Girl have you ever learned to say No yr a Mary O. Nett, Girl sequins overgrowing yr foresight Mary O. Nett, Girl have you ever told them No get yr ass in the car and get it up to Juneau leave yr whole life behind like you did when you came out like you did like you did like you did when you came out they see you as an instrument to be blown into and spat in to stuff you in a suitcase and to hide you away til show-off day you’ve got folks with testimonies who all took care of themselves cause in the end we’re our own best mother hot moms of a feather kick ass together and when the blood leaks out from under them and they sweat the tears of the eyes they saw through in comes their silver brass call singin yr a Mary O. Nett, Girl tyin strings to yr flesh now darlin yr a Mary O. Nett, Girl have you ever learned to say No yr a Mary O. Nett, Girl sequins overgrowing yr foresight Mary O. Nett, Girl have you ever told them No get yr ass in the car and get it up to Juneau leave yr whole life behind like you did when you came out like you did like you did like you did when you came out slammed by another thunderstorm as my house sinkholes thru the ground i escaped that noise in time the tease is strong and i admire the shade i need to cool out from the sun’s view anyway from trying to hold a solar flare in a plastic cup again one day ill be blessed with the right ray of sunshine i fall for every twinkle that comes toward me
2.
We May 04:58 video
we may be sour but we can cream we may be dainty but we sure can fuckin scream we may look typical and we may not we may look easy and we may be a lot we may be trying to just return safe to the one home we got if you think that changes anything fuck yourself and let it rot we may be trans but we can truck we may be dry as desert but we can suck we may have goosed up but we can duck we may be faggots but we can fuck you may have tried us ended up piss out of luck you may have told us we oughta tuck you may have gone home with yr jaw unstuck watch yourself cis man don't throw what you don't understand you don't seem to love yourself you hate heaven still scared of hell watch yourself cis woman trying to live my life, you think I shouldn't can't co-opt some and damn the others love yourself more you're like my mother watch yourself cis woman got to be inclusive what are you doin woman's rights is my rights too cause if you cut one rope we all fall through
3.
everyones just bulging out everyone wants to fuck my brains out telling me i look so young trying to pass off wrinkled as being hung there’s a sign, no gays allowed and here’s a white out marker now its just gays allowed point yr shotgun at my face ill put it in my throat give it face its so long and good i could just suck it all night long every brick i toss at you has the strength of every dead sister cutting through miss whyd you kill the president? to remind everyone there’s a life worth livin in no divine right no divine wrong no divine fight only divine the queen no divine light no divine will only divine the queen no divine right no divine wrong no divine fight only divine the queen
4.
from the dark to the flame to the incandescent to the torch to the lamp to the luminescent returning back to the radiant breathing sun that’s the revolving cycle holding everyone have you heard yr child’s words from the genius inside slowly building themself and have you seen the strength of their first dream it should both scare and comfort you from the sweat falling into the soil beneath to the seeds reaching upward ten fingers of wreaths and to the fruit that it learns different ways how to bare its the same process almost everywhere every human walks a kingdom and every young one a galaxy that’s stemming from a singular beaming crying Babystar every crystal we hold in our caves reads nebulous to first sight unsown we daily harvest from our own sources of power to be our rightful own black hole twist into systems shining a Kingdom Walking tall soul universes writing verses of Kingdoms Walking arm in arm can you hear the path theyve cleared never was audible before they found the shears can you feel how quickly they learn to deal displays confounding their master from the sneeze to the exhaling dust storm in me and to the draft and the whip of a cloud on its knees and to the child-like chaos of the hurricane breeze that bring the East Witch a fate displeasing does it show the kind of worlds we’ll come to know all from what they will soon uncover the gates open to a welcoming omen behold what borne of our blood will soon discover from the dry to the drip to the pond to the creek and to the stream to the lake to the river and sea returning back to the moon and her period pains coming back onto us as the rain
5.
Aoo 05:46
what are you that oblivious look at the words youre speaking you tend to hate being pigeonholed with other men not a fan of masculinity you try to say yr unordinary better than a man yet still insist yr one ill give it a year at most its gonna hit ya later on ooh look at the moon and Aoo youre sad and you dont know why you think its cause thats yr place in life you never felt like yourself but didn’t wanna say yr something else dont like whats on yr chest dont like whats not on yr face dont like what folks expect to see it isn’t what you were meant to be you want better ooh look at the moon and Aoo you want better ooh look at the moon and Aoo never felt really in yrself yr kind is missing and yr all alone dont give a fuck make something up its real cause you invent it it gets delightfully fun confusing the hell out of everyone asking are you a boy or a girl or what the real question is are you a toy or a twirl ooh look at the moon and Aoo you want better ooh look at the moon and Aoo what a beautiful woman and what a handsome man what a gorgeous both and neither what a fantastic human doing it their own way
6.
listen up and listen well friends cradle my sacred voices written in blood in the chamber halls because i could (speaking in the only tones most of you will understand) everyone here and there has perished it would behove of you to see to understanding the concept of true love and living more socially my lesbian wife mother nature she gets so upset witnessing everybody destroying the gift that i gave to you that she has often attempted to smite it and only backed down when i calmed her down talked to her calmed her down talked to her i said theyll learn theyll learn the smart ones there can discern that which to rightfully spurn ive taken care of a few hundred years of a down home disgusting middle man evil lies dead on the floor may you show them the door find what you're longing for all thanks to one silver watch one silver watch one learns that politicians consume the most basic porn you can tell from the kind they like what year they were born this one looks 47 that one 55 this one tries to be 20 but truly its dazzling they're still alive you know i should know im god im the gal you cant see but you can feel it if you believe in me i barrel down I-80 doing round two and a fifth to the power of twelve but it feels like 70 as all the world is frozen in motion around me as i'm heading straight for the maryland border for a buck and a quarter i dont break a sweat and i dont get wet in the rain that hangs in mid air i get there i said theyll learn theyll learn the smart ones there can discern that which to rightfully spurn ive taken care of a few hundred years of a down home disgusting middle man evil lies dead on the floor may you show them the door find what you're longing for all thanks to one silver watch one silver watch hey there charlie, you can never come back hey charlie, you can never come back hey there charlie, you can never come back hey charlie, you can never come back
7.
this is where i broke down when you told me you would never leave this is where you burned the holes through when you bared yr soul to me this is where we cried when we died holding hands with granite tightness and that’s where we both did turn to stone this is where we melted both our candles to a blade of one this is where we took the pictures that vanished with the setting sun this was when we said you bastard if you leave i’ll just die faster let’s try to last long in unison all the fabrics will fly and well be all there but very gone and every tongue will lie awaiting truly all well return in corpsing roses inter-tangled in the Uncle Tree a dance beyond a flame to kiss to free this is where i asked you are you sure this is where i wondered what phase you’re on this is where i questioned the whole continuum you couldn’t possibly break it are you really that determined to cast that spell all yr blankets will sail with yr coils wailin hail mary and every thrust will fire waves through the holy thaw well twist in singing the vines of an ember purity ring dance of a fallen pollen angel and other silly things
8.
Mustard Hair 04:19
we grow younger as our houses grow older we grow quieter as the paintings on the street get longer home once let her hair down and 200 men cut it all off there goes pretty mustard hair in overalls and gloves to go working in a bakery in town mustard hair finds so fair a fellow fire mind knows the magic’s faded so she leaves it all in kind for her sayin O Home O Home Oh You coulda been so good O Home O Home Oh You coulda been so good the changing seasons splashing rainbows of appearance to the point where the mirrors just a window home is growing back her body hair quietly no one say a word no one say a word there goes sweetie mustard hair in baggy pants a strapless top and with a black beret upon her head mustard hair she dont care shes of her own time traversing the world knowing where shy magic hides singing (how lucky must a girl feel just to be by her side singing) O Home O Home Oh You coulda been so good O Home O Home Oh You coulda been so good
9.
and if my head is aching whats the direct correlation if my eyes cant open because they were for too long ive lived unloved for 20 years and i can live another 20 i hope it doesn’t round out to be as long as i have this is what my heart looks like a pile of all the pills that i forgot to take an acre of settlements with nothing on them as usual a pair of cheekbones that end up starting another war a bundle of normal sounding words that someones used before this is what my heart looks like the last place i saw every friend i ever had the last time you fucked me over and said i was the latest fad a trail of all the little items belongings i keep losing never matters if i aged with you my pockets were the never the best to get into this is what my heart looks like
10.
i just wanna be what i can make myself out to being embrace the lacey web i caught myself into for the getter and receiver for the smacked out loud perceiver in me where the wild where the wild things arent yet the dreams they come to punch me in the gut to drench in dim violet offer comfort in distortion offer up images a taste of homages stripe up stripe down on my dream wedding gown if im going to burn this bridge why bother leaving fragments ill grow around an empty place and reclaim it for me i changed once i change again again ill believe were caught up when there’s a clothing section for this polynomous, polysemous polly isnt even a name i hear at all anymore to have an insects eyes and see between the spectrum i would likely find whats calling maybe
11.
Porcelain 04:39
im a painting that broke out of their frame im the silver rolls pawn playing on a different board game she says if you never put a bullet through my painting i would have never invented my umbrella and the spiked battalion rams charge and crash through my mitochondrial ways of mindful dignity i just can never tell the difference between stealing my organs and giving me a pillow to rest my burnt ass on im a lionness thats made of grass dance around a soul thats constructed of glass and im off to see the wizard let him know that im in charge now he’s reigned enough strained enough ive been a witch for too long bless my small porcelain heart on my journey there another chip or crack wont bother me my body needs the air i come to on the couch and see you cookin for me i came in you but you came out of me its not yet another ballroom but im sneaking in just to get a few mindless taps in im a lionness thats made of grass dance around a soul thats constructed of glass and im off to see the wizard let him know that im in charge now he’s reigned enough strained enough ive been a witch for too long bless my small porcelain heart on my journey there another chip or crack wont bother me my body needs the air a volcano of a human with a meadow's face cannot bear to be a vulture watching blackbirds in a quiet place eventually the flowers are consumed by the magma and yr left with the slag heap casting strong winds for the sweaty girls the trees that will grow in a burnt forest nation in the attic realm curled up in ocean sized quilts they built themselves a blanket fortress stuffies abound and they give you the password to fall into their arms again bless my small porcelain heart cradled between yr legs mighty as any dumb knight that dared get in yr way
12.
never heard explosions look that big but sound so soft we roll down a single crooked rail thats where before youd get off i gave everything i had and it barely caused a dent wont you dance with me when those 7 hurricanes come in and take us away walking in a skeleton hand in hand with you let me take you in my boat down stream the venice like waterways of new york city can you believe that we used to walk way down there some 20 feet below but wow i love you sore i can just look in you and it somehow just makes it all seem somehow romantic like i almost could get used to life walking in a skeleton hand in hand with you take me to your camp introduce me to your friends all gathered there well chart a course to the island of forbes and bring back classic piracy like we ought to you give me hope when its now a joke if im the last smiling human in the world ill do it holding you as we make up the best night we can have walking in a skeleton hand in hand with you i gave everything i had and it barely caused a dent wont you dance with me when those 7 hurricanes come in and take us away wow i love you sore i can just look in you and it somehow just makes it all seem romantic like i almost could get used to life walking in a skeleton hand in hand with you
13.
Sleep On Me 05:53
sleep on me o harbingers of the ambrosia to your caves sleep on me o lice on the blade with which yr master tainter shaves sleep on me til the moons of andromeda eat us alive sleep and fall from your parasthesiatic dream sleep on me for your own lordosis behavior sleep on me to quell the screams that fly out from the good sam's door sleep on me for a terminal cure to smite all that keep us from living pure sleep and call yourself a major psychiatric dream sleep on me to wipe the holy books of Webster clean sleep on me to find the static missing from the x-ray screen sleep on me o angel kittens like the catnip at the bar sleep on me like the graveyard that drapes abreast yr car sleep on me into a crystal evening at the palace hall woven from the crochets of the serpents that always have come up small sleep on me and cry out a storm fall dead after the evening porn sleep on me when your love is worn

about

Stage Three:

A cute war that merits a simultaneous celebration of life and color and love and magic, often spontaneous while on the battlefield. Angel and Demon armies, united for a common cause, kneeling to thank the sun for its warmth, still comfortable, and the green that it still provides for its grass, its flowers, its trees, still there, still growing, still reproducing. The smoke is not eternal and neither are its emitters. Things will always be growing in direct spite of it. We will still be loving in the midst of it. We all eventually fall into new soil holding each other tightly in our arms, our moisture bringing forth new life still. We are an infinite force against an intimidating object. A chameleon energy against a stagnant cloud. We can look like anything while they remain looking the same obvious things they always have. They do not celebrate what they have like we do. They only celebrate unreality. A stubborn refusal to accept beauty at face value. Every day that we continue to celebrate the natural world only adds ammunition that revives rather than kills. These songs are celebrations, obvervations, munitions, a peak into a beaming sunset from grey clouds; our regular reminder that a mortal heaven is still just within reach.




===Other Note===

In early 2009 I first began to tinker around in the then current version of Garageband on a middle school apple computer and i had made my first "album" by the end of the school year, 10 songs almost entirely consisting of stock loops that i had roughly compiled into sort of songs, including one song titled "Damascus Girls" that i did actually sing or i guess...."rap" on.....which I promptly asked to be destroyed forever although whether this actually happened remains to be known. Either way, this essentially technically marks 10 years of making homemade music for me; from Summer 2010 onward everything I have ever made has been original music and i have been more profilic since mid 2012 when I first acquired FL Studio. I have made an absolute behemoth mountain of music and my entire life transformed into something close to the kind of life i could almost consider subjectively perfect? I haven't got there yet but I'm almost certainly there at least in part. The music (I hope) will never stop in the meantime. I will continue to get gayer and prettier and more powerful in the process....

This also closes my third trilogy!! Meaning something entirely different will likely come nexttt

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released January 4, 2019

All songs written, composed, sung, and produced by Dani Lee Pearce.
All Artwork by Dani Lee Pearce.
Original photos by Veronyx Phoenix

Composed and recorded December 2017 - November 2018

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