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12.29.2011

We will dig the graves. We will water the roots. To those who love. To those who neglect.

Some days I fear that Art is dying. Some days I believe it can never die. The realities of these dichotomies suggest only one truth, and that is that it is a living spirit. Therefore, if we are the curators of Art, then, it is our responsibility to feed it, nourish it, and water its roots. When we stop, it begins to whither. When we love it, it grows exponentially into something with limitless possibility.

All things are one.

One, can always be another.

Lust,
daniel.

7.14.2011

Overjoyed.

"Overjoyed"
Should I feel overjoyed, that you've found your love in someone else's arms?
Does he hold your fiery heart like a rose in the palm of his hand?
If we had built these walls from something stronger, something never meant to fall,
would it be secure? Or is it the foundation that is tearing it apart?
Does time compose love, or make it grow old?
We will never really know, we keep closing the door.
Does God make peace, or do we make our own?
We will never really know, we'll just suffer the cold.

Should I feel overjoyed that someone stronger keeps you from ever being alone?
I feel overwhelmed at the fear of my father coming out.
What's even more insane, I refuse not being inspired by pain.
Am I a foolish son? Do I love, or do I hate what I've become?

Does love heal wounds, or does it make them grow?
We will never really know, we keep closing the door.
Does God make peace, or do we save our own souls?
We'll never even know, we just suffer the cold.
If passion warms hearts, what then makes them cold ?
We will never really know, we'll keep closing the door.
I don't even know how long i've been gone.
Symmetry/Symmetry

6.20.2011

Mind, Your Head.

A construction worker approached me with a found wallet in front of our "house" and asked me if I knew the person it belonged to. I didn't, but he gave me the wallet anyhow. I took the wallet to the police station downtown, which was easy to spot, as it was elegantly lit with neon signs. I approached the front counter with wallet in hand and was hesitantly greeted by the woman at reception. I told her I had found a lost wallet, and wanted to turn it in, by recommendation of a representative of her bank. She took my name, and penciled a detailed description of the events surrounding my acquirement of the wallet, and returning it. She instructed me to wait patiently in the lobby until an officer summoned me for further questioning. I turned and was greeted by the eyes of a man around my age, perhaps a little older, with long, dark, greasy hair, and matching beard. He was dressed in black from head to toe, an outfit that had obviously been worn, uninterrupted for a lengthy amount of time. His voice caught me off guard. "Seems awfully difficult to be a good samaritan anymore." I awkwardly laughed and agreed: "I suppose." He added: "The more you see, the closer you become to sitting where I'm sitting." I didn't respond. He then offered a lightness to the mood by making a few quips about there being cash in the wallet, and some more obvious commentary on natural reaction. He was then summoned out of the room, and I to another counter. I eventually handed in the wallet to the appropriate authorities and was offered a receipt. I politely denied the receipt, as it was not my wallet. I left the police station and passed the man in black once again, who asked me for a light. He thanked me twice, and offered me a cigarette that was obviously pulled out of a nearby ash tray or garbage can moments before. I denied it. He told me I would be rewarded, and I told him I was entitled to nothing, and joked that if anything comes of this occurrence, it would be a mere test of karma. He replied "It is karma, just not the way you choose." The point of this story is not to parade something that would be interpreted as a selfless act, or to inform you of how good of a samaritan I can be, but merely an interesting portrait of truth, and justice. Its not a story of how bizzarre or corrupted the concepts are, but rather how surprising their vessels can be. Mind, your head.

daniel/symmetry

4.18.2011

studio day.2 (scratch tracks. scrts.) this is all we know.

4.15.2011

studio day.1 (04.15.2011)

re-mix of "The Great Saboteur"

http://symmetrysymmetry.bandcamp.com/track/the-great-saboteur-take-2

Hello Friends & Lovers. We re-mixed the original audio tracks from our old 'Have/Cake' sessions for funsies!!! As it turns out, there are some fun sounds that were more subdued than others. Enjoy a different take on the song. It is available as a free download on our Bandcamp page! Download it FOR FREE and share with your friends, okay? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA thanks a lot! Go get it!

4.02.2011

Shut the Window @The Woods, Portland. April, 1st 2011

3.14.2011

this is not a test. this is a s/s writing rehearsal.

3.13.2011

this is a test.

2.17.2011


1.31.2011

BANDCAMP.com

Hello there Mr. & Ms. -

we set up a bandcamp account at which you can preview our songs in full and then BUY THEM! and for you geeks, you can even download .flac & .wav files and stuff...

symmetry/symmetry Bandcamp!!!

HAVE CAKE is available on this website. And also, over the past 3 years we've done some x-mas recordings for fun! For x-mas.2010 we did a haunting rendition of "Santa Claus is Coming!" the x-mas collection is also on the bandcamp for free or donation! (download them early because Christmas is only 10.5 months away! and we won't tell santa if you want to listen to them in july or something...)

THANKS THANKS!!!

symmetry/symmetry

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7.08.2010

some videos from January/2010











thanks to Empty Space Orchestra for the "I Am Not Anemic" video. :-) And groundhog0339 from Q Cafe (seattle) for "The Great Saboteur" -

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