Fresh track by Brian ‘YAP’ Barry
Artist about the track:
Giants raised by dwarfs, giant coming back into the game.
Autism is a shift A spectrum rift between future and past ways A light at the end of a long dark tunnel Autism is life turning in man for the better X through Y to the letter Autism is speciation: dare I say, X men Autism is the god channel Autism is refinement: an ontological realignment: a meta-synthetic cognitive recalibration of the minds eye to be more precise about it As we burst forward out of a schizophrenic paradigm to become more As the eye inside evolves to know more, on this great path; this great river coloured by abstract. I love people but I feel outside of them Not so much marginalized as born a hundred centuries too soon Half developed, barely conscious, collective solipsistic mangle, I wish I could find a better way to say it for you I plug in and your world disables me: anxiety cage: where to go with it? I don’t fit in I am a broken circle struck by a broken square: it feels like that. Think of a highly sensitive, delicately developed tuning fork, hit with a sledgehammer It feels like that. At least I met Kant. At least there was ice cream. I scream, you scream, we all dream inside here. Ghost in the machine: schizophrenic monster in the machine: I’m not sure. Dude trying to get ahead in the machine: again I’m not sure Is there the perfect way to say this? Delicate first impressions: suggestions: silly Billy in the machine: willy nilly in the machine: meta-messianic-megalomaniacal battle in the machine; that’s me on a good day As I go about my day: as I grow around my play to be: to see or not to see Collective-amorphous-cognitive meta clot, and there’s little old me, stuck in some spectrum middle, trying to sink to its fathom so I can at least stand up in it. My mind is a machine that can’t turn its head off. I kid you not Ten billion hyper meta-bites an hour from the moment I wake up Ten billion hyper meta-bites an hour from the moment I wake up Ten billion hyper meta-bites an hour from the moment I wake up I fall asleep thinking about how gravity might have affected the development of consciousness I wake up and refine the mathematical dialectical over my bowl of cornflakes: cold milk and sugar, yum I extend, I expand; I oscillate holistically I square the bed up. I unwind around the binding problem. Six dimensional zero, nine-dimensional one, the space between concepts: anything to know it for its source A god with wings, and a course for sin, indeed. I am autism: Savant: transcendental map maker: player on a new page God on a bed of axioms waiting to be raised I am the Formulaic Animal out to make a name. Giants raised by dwarfs: giant coming back into the game. Giant coming back into the game.