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A Normal Temporary Reaction to Life Events

by Humans Etcetera

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1.
Dreamlife 03:11
Unfazed, in a daze, running red lights on my bike, half-asleep. Saving time, I guess. I'm on my way to get a pizza and go home to eat some. I'm running red lights on my bike, half-asleep. Shop neon signs, swelling bright and blurry. It's a quarter past nine and I'm real hungry. Running red lights on my bike in a dreamlife.
2.
Young tasty eyes, crosshatched and open wide, immortalized on card stock; you came from my mind. you came from my mind. you came from my mind. Long tediously drawn hair, artificial lighting glares, No wasted time in making art. you came from my mind. you came from my mind. you came from my mind. I have you to look at, proof of how time’s passed, pain from a hand cramp, and panic over what to do next.
3.
I'm not afraid of tires on my bike, they take me to place I couldn't go otherwise. And I'm not afraid to work. I know I need to make money. And I'm not afraid to hug a dead woman, if it's my mummy. But I'm afraid you'll leave me if I admit to being afraid. But spiders give me the creeps, and I'll scream if I see one on my bed.
4.
This Sucks 03:01
I'm not afraid. Places I couldn't go. Why not afraid? Places I go.
5.
Lemon 02:31
Thanks for selling me a sour bike with a flat tire I have to replace. I'll be pushing it on the sidewalk to your shop in ChaShan. Will you please fix it? Oh, I won't get my hopes up. Will the pizza be ready in time for me to eat a slice before I need to punch in? Oh, I won't get my hopes up to fall down. I'm down to rush the chef and make him box it up, but I know I'll be late. Who cares? Thanks for making me eat a lemon.
6.
In need of something that's smooth and feels polished. Zero bran. Poured. The truth in its truest form. A taste of relief. Ferment my insides. Still I can't sleep through the earthquakes I feel. Underneath the floor boards, it's alive and it wants more. Mouth fulls of deceit ferment my insides. Earthenware bottle, smashed. It leapt from the 10th floor. Soak into the street. There is no truth inside. In need of something that's smooth and feels polished. Zero bran. Poured. The truth in its purest form. A taste of relief. Ferment my insides.
7.
I’m lost with no trail of crumbs or sand to retrace my steps. It’s cold. Little flakes of snow hit and melt on my head. A fever keeps me warm, yet it doesn’t help me. Thirsty, I throw back sake from a flask. I can’t breathe. Slow embrace of death, don’t hug me. I feel warm yet I’m losing my heat. Where am I? My face is numb. Soon I’ll be done for. Where am I? In these mountains alone, no place like home.
8.
Ouroboros 03:47
I can't wait to be found. My belly aches start to tear me to the ground. Emaciated. Forgotten out here. I have lost faith to be rescued. My mind is breaking. The hunger wills me to bite at my own flesh. Cannibal, do you know who you really are? When you peer into the abyss does it peer back into your heart? I felt full imagining all the meat underneath my scars, so I waited a couple of minutes to tear them apart.
9.
My hopes lay drained and dry like evaporated sake, gorges dividing its cracked up bottle or a broken chain severed from the bike it once propelled. My hopes, scattered like rats when a train hits the station, well-prepared to be: dashed, crushed between dirt and wheels. I'll just bury these casualties by the railyard of sleep. What's the point of keeping them? What's the point of keeping anything? What's the point of keeping them? What's the point of keeping them with me? I'll leave all these hopes awe-struck on the platform. Taking this train into oblivion, I will not fear a thing, least of which: uncertainty about how this world ends.
10.
Reassembled in a dream world where hope is cash, no welfare to catch my broke ass. So I'm begging strangers for a metrocard out. Just a swipe is all I need to wake up from these odd dreams.
11.
Lights flicker overhead, my eyes are ill. Hot air breathes itself like a glitch. I cradle my phone. It subdues the lack of hope coins. So I'm not alone, scrolling down for the opiate kick. I am afraid to put it away. I'll die without my phone. I might never wake up without it. Is the line closed? No alert from maps to tell me that. Whatever, I'm home anywhere I can stare at my phone. Hey. Whoa. It's grown teeth and it's trying to eat me.

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A Normal Temporary Reaction to Life Events is an experimental rock album that sews together a kind of mental unravelling from sides both before and beyond sleep. It begins with lulling hypnotic guitar and drum loops and wades deeper and deeper into a psychedelic mess of anxiety and depression. The protagonist is worried about the future, afraid of riding ahead alone, and tries to gather confidence but breaks down at the awareness of reality’s callousness. From here, he tries escapism via alcohol, and soon succumbs to vivid dreams of: being lost in the Daisetsu mountains; hypothermia; autosarcophagy; and then being transported through dream-death to a world in which the only currency is hope itself. He stands in the metro station with his wallet empty. He becomes torn between asking for help or hiding behind a phone screen. The listener must then make the choice – repeat the cycle with the comfort of familiarity, or go it alone.

A Normal Temporary Reaction to Life Events is HUMANS ETCETERA’s 10th full-length album. It was written and recorded incrementally from November 2016 to October 2019 in Wenzhou, China. Thanks for your support!

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released December 31, 2019

Catalog ID: NEF-59
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Christopher Henry: vocals, guitars, bass, drums, keys, xylophone, sampling

Recorded and mixed by Christopher Henry in Wenzhou, China
Mastered by Bill Henderson at Azimuth Mastering

Album artwork by Christopher Henry

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Christopher Henry, alt rocker from West Virginia, music master in Wenzhou, China.

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