The Abraham EP

by Ka Malita

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You are Abraham is a multimedia story with a novel and film.

To read an except from the book or buy the book, go here: www.youareabraham.com#/text/

The music video can be found here : vimeo.com/202270134

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released February 1, 2017

Danny Backer - Guitar/Vocals
Shawn Tseng - Drums
Nicolas Dinucci - Bass

Recorded by Jamal Abercrombia at The Abstract Recording Studio in Glendale, California on Nov. 3rd 2016

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Ka Malita is an experimental rock project lead by Danny Backer with numerous collaborators

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Track Name: Trepanation
Can I tap into the half of my brain I don't usually have access to?
Feel the weight of the world boomerang right on back at you now

If I happen to lapse into habits that allow me to accept that I'm still caught up in reality loops... oh no...

Then, you'll start giving a weight to everything, maybe they'll bring you to me. Entertain, there's no you to do and no me for me to be

Tap into the reach of my lungs at this bad altitude and let them tremble and relent and fade from the view of my scope.

At this latitude, there's someone staring back at you. It's a brain in a vacuum: animation-distraction-resort
Track Name: Fried Eyes
Supremely powerless over the void and the hourglass that's been deployed. How can I see an ending for me as reward if the powers that be can afford a new image of me as the lord?

Buckle and break in attempt to create rapport with something more than words were meant for. It's getting hard to ignore the inordinate evidence

I'm an ordinary man, leading toward bleeding outward and openly forth, and I doubt that it's all worth the work kneeling and praying and feeling the same as before.

Par for the course, I've heard before. But, you didn't know the inordinate evidence that I'm supporting a new cult I've been yearning for, supported by the lie of the word of father time

Contorted in the light, I'm holding on to my fear, and hate will pave the way for Pete's sake

And, we'll feel good, just for a day, and we'll peel our faces away, just so we'll say we're no longer getting sunburns
Track Name: Enter the Goggles
Hate to rain on your parade, to seal the fate, but I never noticed before that I wasn't built for the war.

Paint a portrait of your face to see the soul erased. Maybe someday, I could open the door, see I was built, but what for?

Awake, against the day
Track Name: Material Form
Inhibited by your alignment with my version of spite. With courage, I'll crush you at night

You might get by my divisive pigeon language I tried to implement. Decide if I'm disguised as a life that I seem to invite that couldn't tell left from right

My light got caught up and cast into shadows, and I couldn't read it at all: the overwhelming feeling that distinctions lose their meanings because the map doesn't have those

No need to be so appalled, to let the brain go reeling over reasons and their seeming. Crack all your back bones, and breathe from your teeth to your balls to settle in the feeling of the body's unappealing, raw material form

You didn't find you're reminded when I turned out the light of the time you're learning to write, devise, and strike at the sky's depriving you of the sight of outer space at night?

You might want to clear off the rear view mirror and get your life settled, and set it up right to spy on the thick and the thin and shallows and the depths and how-highs and how-lows to peak between the ceilings and the floor boards that you're dealing with, be they palace or gallows

Peak til you sneak in the door, and do a popawheelie and boogie down, for really, you're the kind of the castle, but, there's no one in it at all. It's you in reality, and the people in the city aren't committing any more