Artist:Mariko
Title: Mariko
type of release: album
Format: digital download and 12" vinyl
Label:Dahlhouse
Genre:?
Tracklisting:1.My mind,your morgue.
2.King Louie and Norman Bates
3.Species
4.Untitled
5.Countertop crematorium
6.3am can of corn.
7. nose 3 inches from the windshield
8.Brittle
My mind,your morgue.The spidery cuts spelling your name inside my skull have healed.
My once brittle being had been annealed.
Your memory was a familiar and trusted friend.
Always there for me lash out at.
Always awake for me to abuse.
I murdered you by proxy for hours on end.
I was good at it.
It was my hobby.
I collected your virtual bodies like bowling trophies.
Once I had enough,I could build a little castle.
keep out the reality that I was the dead one.
You triumphed over me.
Suckered me in.
I need this hate.
I need this loathing.
I need your visage to beat senseless every day.
If I forgive ,I lose all this.
I lose
My own private theme park of mental revenge.
I lose you.
I also lose me.
My lust for revenge is my crutch.
First it was sturdy and helpful.
I could hobble along nicely. On the right day,I could dance a little jig with that crutch.
I could Fred fucking Astaire all over the place.
Now that crutch is splintered.
Each time I use it,the wood buries deeper into my armpit.
It's infected and leaks blood and pus.
Your once dead corpses rush to lap it up.
Then....
Then...
I kill you all over again.
Mariko sez: in case you couldn't tell,I'm a flawed person. Hard to believe,I know. One of the hardest things for me to do has been to forgive. I hate doing it.. it makes me feel weak and defeated. It doesn'tβ make me feel better,it doesn't feel like a weight is lifted off my shoulders. No. It feels like I'm saying I'm ok with whatever that person did to me.
King Louie and Norman BatesYou are everything I am not.
You are confident.
Sexy.
Strong.
Nobody fucks you around.
I wanna be like you oo oo
Doopity doo.
Look like you.
Talk like you.
Hurt like you.
Be a bitch like you.
I wanna be like you oo oo.
Meeting you was shock therapy.
You were the Ubermensch realized.
Inspiration wasn't enough.
I wanted imitation.
No.
I wanted duplication.
I wanna be like you oo oo
Doopity doo.
Look like you.
Talk like you.
Hurt like you.
Be a bitch like you.
I wanna be like you oo oo.
So that's what I did.
Soon I had my own lake full of victims.
Just like you.
I thought I was elegant.
I thought I was something to be envied .
I thought I was superior.
I was you.
I wanna be like you oo oo
Doopity doo.
Look like you.
Talk like you.
Hurt like you.
Be a bitch like you.
I wanna be like you oo oo.
Being Vara felt good.
I didn't have to face mariko's reality
I was queen of my own little Kingdom.
A kingdom of cardboard.
Easily blown away
Or
Made soggy when it rains.
I wanna be like you oo oo
Doopity doo.
Look like you.
Talk like you.
Hurt like you.
Be a bitch like you.
I wanna be like you oo oo.
Each day I became a new copy of you.
Each time
the copy began to degrade .
Life's copy machine only has so much resolutionβ.
The copy of a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy eventually
Becomes a worthless smudge.
I wanna be like you oo oo
Doopity doo.
Look like you.
Talk like you.
Hurt like you.
Be a bitch like you.
I wanna be like you oo oo.
When the smudge is unreadable
Do you make a new copy, or make an original?
I wanna be like you oo oo
Doopity doo.
Look like you.
Talk like you.
Hurt like you.
Be a bitch like you.
I wanna be like you oo oo.
Mariko sez: the spiritual successor to "like a teddy bear cast in iron".
That song was more about life in and the changes adulthood carries. This one is far more personal. This is about the changes I made to myself. Changes I thought I had to make to survive. I'm not even going to go into it. The song says it all. Let's see how much Dahl house really wants me when Disney comes calling about this blaten copyright infringement.
SpeciesDid I just beam down from the mother ship?
Am I leftover energy from beyond the grave?
Am I Jane Goodall among the apes?
Don't mind me,I'm just here observing.
Just passing through,the fabric of life I'm not disturbing.
Superficially accept me,but know I don't belong.
Some people are square pegs in round holes.
I feel like the Monopoly dog stuck on a battleship board.
Dr pepper in a Coke glass.
A weed eater trimming fat from steaks.
Am I a different species? It's like everyone is speaking dog.
But I come waltzing in talking pelican.
I don't want a milkbone,
Can someone feed me a fish?!
I want that connection others seem to have.
Just to hear," I understand Completely".
I want to look and see someone like me.
I hate being a failed prototype.
Mariko sez: we all feel lonely sometimes. Well I assume other people do. But honestly,sometimes feel like a different species. It's like I share nothing in common with anyone. That's cool when you're an angsty teen and that isolation is your ....I dunno.are leather jackets and raybans still cool? But as an adult? It feels like the albatross around your neck.
UntitledIt was a Friday.
A very hard week.
I'm out of cornflakes.
And I've got tin foil in my teeth.
There isn't much I can do about it.
I've spent my money on cheap beer .
So I'm out of toothpicks too.
Too much TV.
Orange might be the new black.
But I'm ready for the world to end..
I want to fuck until your body is mush.
Put that it a smoothie and drink it all up.
This coffee maker screams with the sound of denied Mayan prophesy.
I should have fed it free trade coffee,but fuck those farmers.
I need the cash.
Ants keep crawling
But they never stop at the check cashing store.
There isn't much i can do to save me..
And
I don't care enough to save you.
Mariko sez: this is going to get weird.im going to make this weird. Why is everything underlined? Does it actually mean anything to anyone outside of me? Find out on the next episode of Dragonball z! Arty. As. Fuck.
Countertop crematoriumI'm chilling in my bag.
Just me and a couple of my bestest,yeastiest Bros.
The world spread out before us.
The horizon just goes and goes.
The rest of my ilk has went to the promised Land.
Two at a time.
They copulate to form a meal
That fits in your hand.
But I'm left alone.
Just me and these two others that nobody wants.
One sits at the front.
The other at the back.
The morning sun shatters the window.
It's that a.m. time.
I hear the alarm.
You're looking for cereal,
I can see your arm.
But there is no cereal.
There is no spam.
There are no grits.
You throw out my bag companions
Feed them to the dog
With a disgusted,
"You eat this shit."
I'm the only one left.
It's my time to shine.
Will I be a ham sandwich?
Do I get to kill mamma Cass?
Send me in coach.
I'm ready to off that bitch.
But no.
There's no peanut butter in my future.
I'm not going to be a sandwich.
You bury me in general electric.
I'm up to my waist.
Callously the switched is pressed
And I sink on down.
The walls glow orange
And my flesh is scorched.
At my feet are the crumbs of a thousand breakfasts.
I can pick out some bagels and some English muffins.
There is mostly bread like me.
But only the crust.
As I can take no more.
I'm nearly turned to ash.
I suddenly flung upwards.
On this short flight
I scrape off parts of my ass.
On the plate I try to scream.
The porcelain is cool
And colored cream.
I make no sound as my mouth is full of butter.
Butter that is slathered on my burned skin.
I look over and see I reached my promised Land.....
O lakes.
Mariko sez: what? I felt guilty one day about using the last slice of bread for some toast. It was a sad and kinda crumpled piece of bread and probably deserved better of life. But no. I burned him! What have these hands done?!
3am can of corn.I'm not going to Chase you.
I'm not going to miss you.
I'll fight that spectre of loneliness.
I'll make it my bitch.
For the first time in my life
I'm all alone.
No one to tell me what to do.
No one to tell me how to do.
No one to please
No one to judge.
No master
And no slave.
I can drink all night
And paint that toilet with dinner.
I can watch stupid tv
And I can wear what I want
All
Without hearing your lip.
Sometimes the loneliness you left me with is a guillotine waiting to fall.
Chop my head off and let it roll.
Roll
Roll
Roll
Across the floor
And out the door..
Into a dark factory.
Manufacture erasers from brains.
And vice versa.
Most the times the loneliness you left me with is a jailer nodding off to sleep.
Keys easily pick pocketed.
Neck easy to break.
Then all I can do is
Run
Run
Run
Until the break of dawn.
My sunrise now longer
Marred by bars.
At first I thought I would die.
No overlord to provide.
The heaviest of chains can be be the most comfy blanket.
You'll never realize it's crushing you..
Now I hear that blanket clanging around the dryer.
How did I ever bear it's weight?
Mariko sez: freedom is a scary thing. I avoided it for so long because I just didn't think I could handle it. I thought I needed some to guide me and tell me what to do.
nose 3 inches from the windshieldI'm a runaway steam roller.
Clanging away at 300 miles an hour.
A nuclear blast in take-home size.
I'll level your home
And steal your wife.
Social lubrication.
All thanks to insufflation.
My accelerator Is stuck
And I'm always down to fuck
I'll be your wildest time.
I'm anything when I'm high.
Pluck the sun from the sky
And ride it like a fire hose.
A red hot wire coursing through your being.
hear the blood sizzle in your ears.
Social lubrication.
All thanks to insufflation.
My accelerator Is stuck
And I'm always down to fuck
I'll be your wildest time.
I'm anything when I'm high.
slinking like a cat in heat.
im your princess of seduction.
there is no resisting my gravity.
i have you where i want you.
now i just need you how i want you.
Social lubrication.
All thanks to insufflation.
My accelerator Is stuck
And I'm always down to fuck
I'll be your wildest time.
I'm anything when I'm high.
personality cranked to 11.
one blink and 30 minutes go by.
theres blood on my nose and i dont care.
Social lubrication.
All thanks to insufflation.
My accelerator Is stuck
And I'm always down to fuck
I'll be your wildest time.
I'm anything when I'm high.
mariko sez: this song totally isnt about drugs. what are we but vehicles for our vices?
Brittlefirm and unyielding.
never bending.
no matter the pressure.
withstand it until the cracks spread like spilled marbles.
bending is weakness.
swaying is out of the question.
stand proud and defiant.
stone is respected.
steel is respected.
paper is burned.
hard as ice.
shattered at the first touch.
like shiva from final fantasy.
one snap of the fingers and cracks form.
metal straight from the forge.
holds a keen edge.
but cant keep it.
one use and its gone.
brittle things are useless.
brittle things are to be locked away.
just look at them,
like grandma's ugly porcelain figures.
Mariko sez: if i've learned anything in my life: its nothing is guaranteed. your perfect life could change tomorrow. your life could be snubbed out like a cheap cigarette. crossing your arms and saying "nope." isnt going to stop it. its just going to piss you off when you cant adapt to the change. i think this is one of those "who moved my cheese?" songs. but ive never read the book,but i've seen it all over in various big wigs' offices. im still working on being tempered steel instead of freshly forged steel. see ya,mariko.
ooc: im not doing individual sound alikes as i doubt anyone wants to hear them. but mariko's new direction is sounding like this. i think this sort of voice works for her: