Language Of The Heart

by Argotec

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released 26 March 2013
Argotec is
Alex argot: MC
Rich Courage: Music // Vocals

All lyrics:
Alex Argot

All music written, performed,
recorded, produced, and mastered by:
Rich Courage

Album art: dan mcbride
Layout: Rich Courage

Additional performances // Lyrics by:
Clarity on “Drive”
Lt. headtrip 0n “Argentina”

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Track Name: Inertia
Honor thy condiment monument,
Stay calm this event may be survieled for your protection and
If our data collections purposes irk ya then
Agoraphobe mode should be your zen.

If you don’t Makauly Caulc
You’ll contract the latest cough to be fought off
Corner store inoculation bought.
Fear wrought iron tongue Gatling battle apparatus
While you’re fixated with changing your social networking status.

If we were really brothers from other mothers
I woulda pillow smothered ya under the covers
when we were younger.
Put you outta your pity loving misery
Pathetic excuse, humiliation of humanity.

The apathy is maddening
Saddle bagging trophies of atrophy
Cattle kings never need to go covert.

No sadder thing than dopey loafer toting oafs
Going where they’re told to
Instead of where they know that they’re supposed to.

Open and overt about my purpose
So as not to go postal
Like those loco folk who shoot up their local grocer.

Gross hope elopes with a focus coaster
Visibility choked as if in the midst a starved swarm of locust.

If we were really brothers from other mothers
I woulda pillow smothered ya under the covers
when we were younger.
Put you outta your pity loving misery
Pathetic excuse, humiliation of humanity.

Yes, Shake what they expect!
Protest the mess!
Dilute the convolution Quest.
Solutions bested by faulty investment,
Commence the decongestion and learn your lesson!

If we were really brothers from other mothers
I woulda pillow smothered ya under the covers
when we were younger.
Put you outta your pity loving misery
Pathetic excuse, humiliation of humanity.
Track Name: Chip Away
Picture this, he picks his wits through the chrysalis of pixel bits,
giga-terra formed enormity.
Bigger quit that sense of conformity,
Normalcy cornered Jeeves and made him peeve the war between
the mainstream and the little seen,
whittled dream fiddled by the fickle little digits of the middle scene.

Intervene with meaning,
fiending for a slate cleaning,
demeaning heathen conceiving debt laden reasons for breathing.
We're so much more than our legacy proceeds and
waste away in the common way indeed.
New order of though conceived and ready to relieve those hyperventilating evenings.

We must continue to plant seeds if we expect to see a future full of trees for the leaning.
We must continue to plant seeds if we expect to see a future full of trees for the leaning.:

And I keep on chipping away, everyday...

Thousand kinds of ways to live,
Keep unique and play with it,
Stay a kid,
The minds of men are dangerous.

Heinous fits turned innocuous combobulator,
Hey this fits!
Now I'm my own operator.
Constantly donning the demenour of a misfit
could live so sick if I'd just accept it.

Cesspool spewing antiseptic.
Keep the cycle eclectic, relentless, constantly tested, updated and decongested.
Escalated way past the point of being consumed by the hectic.

When I'm in a mess I can quite seem to learn my lesson,
lest I separate and enter decompression.
Sort my morbid obsession with why we're blindly lead to a death
unfit for the enlightenment we're destined.

Heightened senses, eradicate pretentious cavalcades,
attack as they salivate to the sound pounding primal,
Simultaneously align like DJ culture and the resurgence of vinyl.

And I keep on chipping away, everyday...

Thousand kinds of ways to live,
Keep unique and play with it,
Stay a kid,
The minds of men are dangerous
Track Name: Your Life Is Fucked
Greed, deception, lies, intentional demise of the minds intended to rise
Above the rest of the ragged inhabitant animate about being average
After it’s all said and done.
And we’re reverted back to abacuses
And sticks and stones as weapons instead of guns.

You can believe in a 33 year life expectancy, effortlessly with living recklessly or
testing the tight parameters.
What about a world without a calendar?
Bio mechanical external sun balancer.
Cultural equilibrium sold inside of vacuum sealed canisters to the amateurs
and the damaged by the contaminates,
earth, water food, sky combined
precisely how they wanted it.
Cull the populous.
Six point something billion fooled honoring
The murderous N.W.O. doctrine
Doctoring historical dossiers
Demonstrative truth pureed.

Leave it to the leaderless.

Leave it to the leaderless,
Relief without the bleeding mess,
We ain’t leaving lest
We anesthetize this demons nest.

Bring down the hammer outta hatred and greed,
Military industrial positioning,
Or is it Holy War written in their genes?
The meme of our time is corporate lust supersedes
Out weights the needs of the many.

Asterisk the classes buried in a pyroclastic flow of molten ashes,
Burned up paperwork, skyscraper scraps and flesh and bone fragments.
Perpetrated by those fascist bastards they let it happen.
Corditie detonation in a controlled fashion.
Free fall collapse of anonymity.
Closed circuit surveil the vicinity.
I pity the poverty leveled false hope meddelers
Who never had a chance at contention or contentment for that matter.

Leave it to the leaderless.

Leave it to the leaderless,
Relief without the bleeding mess,
We ain’t leaving lest
We anesthetize this demons nest.
Track Name: Recession Proof
Who and what's recession proof?
Not the born to lose me and you's.
But the lot of architects of Abuse.
Who let loose their greedy philosophy of
"Paper over People" using the Federal Reserve as some sort of church steeple.
Preaching veiled hypocrisy, tongue and cheek puppet democracy,
blocking me between orchestrated financial atrocities and conflicting Ideologies.
Physical impossibilities riddled in the Ritalined little minds.


Injustices and travesties, don't let'm be crowned as majesty.
Lavishly living with amnesty dispute the casualties given.
Parameters hidden, agenda red tape ribboned,
ad-libbing the law just to make their definition fit in.


There's no winning unless the war is waged,
no one's invincible but through it all the word stays,
man Fuck this grand malaise.
These are the days of infamy where the litany of Joe's Stack up,
I believe we've all had enough.
Fight for your right to cite a dissenting opinion opposite of the malleable mass minions without being castigated as a villain.
Just because a though is popular don't mean you should be willing and able to let it infiltrate your mental state, liberate and levitate above.


Injustices and travesties, don't let'm be crowned as majesty.
Lavishly living with amnesty dispute the casualties given.
Parameters hidden, agenda red tape ribboned,
ad-libbing the law just to make their definition fit in.
Track Name: Pilot Light
I find purpose on this earth spitting verses
urgent to the urchins searching for worth
purging the poison peddled since birth.
Hoisting hearths shoulder bound,
Bergeran weight in tow,
Holding down the broken mold provocateur sound.

Hauking this mockumentary entity seen as everything
for an active reinactment of happiness, living spark kindling.
Dwindling the spin sadly separating generations,
races, species, denominations and political affiliations.

The ancient communicative key is rumored to be
embedded genetically in you, me, plant-life, and creatures of the sea alike.
I choose to see true delight in unity but the powers that be
really love a good fight and a reason to flex their might.


I know it’s flight or fight,
But don’t let’m blow out your pilot light.
They don’t want you high on life
Or with time to ride your bike.

Some blame tradition while I follow my intuition,
Collision clash course figure shit out through poetry meditation and rhythm.

The mass force contorts at will and aborts the fill of iller than run of the mill ink and
quill tactic masters.

Why do they always want the watered down, carbon copy corny bastards.

See we outlast the actors, agile and adaptive holding the status quo captive until
what we know as dope becomes average.

We’ll continue to expose those irritable conspirators
Never passive, always peaceful to a point,
Watch for that double speak evil,
In the name of change, just to stay worse then the same,
Been breeding ignorance since agriculturist Cane slayed his way up into the game.

I know it’s flight or fight,
But don’t let’m blow out your pilot light.
They don’t want you high on life
Or with time to ride your bike.
Track Name: Language Of The Heart
Damaged path battered past ravaged,
Contaminated with additives,
The civilized seem to be the real savages.
Masters of control patterns like ratzingers Vatican
They’re after you, you mind, your money and
The same from your kin.
No mistaking we’ll go to bat again,
Create a new battle hymn,
Pour light into the dim
Surviving recognizing circadian rhythms.
In the face of this emaciated wasteland we stand together Raised Fist
Propagating command over fate really exists!
Wake up children get to building, loosen the grip,
Choose to search within,
Find out what’s really real,
Like the source of the void we feel,
All of the worlds gadgets and toys can’t fill.
We’re through being coy, no overkill.
Time to incite a spill of consciousness
Obliterated by the obvious
Irrefutable evidence are we really oblivious to them robbing us?
In every sense of the mention.
Understand we are cosmic dust rearranged
And meant for astral ascension.


Let it be,
live and let love be the center piece.
Enemies in amenities.
Indemnity pending.

Food as a commodity now that’s the real oddity
Specific to our species controlling plot indeed.
What ever happened to only taking what we need?
In an economy based on natural resources the third world would have us at our knees.
Tesla’s “Free Energy”, Wilhelm Reich was on to something outta sight
But cleverly hidden within our genetic design.
Eleven parallel lines of existence coexist within the midst of every crucial decision…
Do the dimension mesh…
Ayahuasca sessions, unhinge your perception, tribal insurrection, shaman link to the
lost connection.
Dodging soul collecting poachers roping most in with debt,
We’re only here to save some of the hopeless yet.
Get that no one’s ever really alone,
Third eye astral project/traveling,
Let it go, unraveling.
No of it all mattering when you smash your soul from matter.
Ya gotta let what you know collapse.

Let it be,
live and let love be the center piece.
Enemies in amenities.
Indemnity pending.
Track Name: Breaker
Conduct the ruckus, muckalupicus sucker punched when erupting in a function.
Two lumps or three? No caffeine for me today, I'ma leave the way I came in…
Screaming, but more cohesive and leaning towards a reason of completion, progression and consciousness. Never pleasing the heathens or chasing material opulence. Romp with the common sense and presence of all indigenous tribes combined, I'm alive while manipulating Space and Time.


Sometimes I feel like I might know too much and
Sometimes I feel like you don't know enough and
Sometimes I feel like my brain's gonna bust and
Sometimes I feel like life's just too rough
Sometimes I feel like my best's not enough and
Sometimes I feel like I could give a fuck
Sometimes I feel like I'm always stuck and
Sometimes I feel like I'm on self destruct.

Fast paced dead end destination,
collegiate cast away disgraced
wasted cash erased motivation.
Tasted the secret stash of unabashed passion
and immediately cashed in on what amounts to minuscule rations of
food for thoughtful outside the box smashing.
Fire inside, coal to ashes.
Awful power everlasting as long as language is practiced
and after the Earth has incinerated the last casket.

(That's it?) (Yeah That's it.)

Sometimes I feel like I might know too much and
Sometimes I feel like you don't know enough and
Sometimes I feel like my brain's gonna bust and
Sometimes I feel like life's just too rough
Sometimes I feel like my best's not enough and
Sometimes I feel like I could give a fuck
Sometimes I feel like I'm always stuck and
Sometimes I feel like I'm on self destruct.
Track Name: Drive (featuring Clarity)
Staring at this precipice I'd be remiss
To see it as my nemesis.
I remember this engrained dismemberment
For the sake of betterment.
Shake irrelevant reverence for all the negative embedded in distributed medicine.
The message is to muscle on,
Headed into stressful waters stay strong.
We're all along for the same ride,
No fighting tides.
Compromise, adapt, relax, react.
Enact a plan to span the demanding expanse.
The payoff's when you stand on foreign land,
Wiser with your wits about you.
It's about the journey, the yearning to earn your keep
And gain relief by releasing some steam to embody true meaning.
Only those eventual souls are emboldened to go so deep within.
Fall to pieces to feel complete.
Even in the roughest times
Trust in the compass of your gut and mind.

You will never bridge the chasm
by staring into space
Staring at the cusp
Contemplating the fate that awaits
Sparing safe environments,
Utilize those subtle hints.
Surrender self in this serendipitous trip.

As I cast away
the lonely firing of my only flare
I blast away into the night
lighting up my own awareness
the uncharted dampness
the darkest quest
damn all these plans
orchestrating such a mess
formulating an awakening
rising from the rest
fumbling through the slumber
creating what comes next
levitating from the nest
hovering over all that's left
plunging forward, writing
guided by the lighting of my chest
the spark
of the heart
of the martyr
and his art
illuminating the looming,
lesser accessed thought
our history is now
we're living the most important part
staring into open space
will only get you so far
let go the ego
echo your mark
every million mile journey
begins at the start
be the hero
that you want to
be the change in what's left
utilize the drive inside
start the change with yourself

You will never bridge the chasm
by staring into space
Staring at the cusp
Contemplating the fate that awaits
Sparing safe environments,
Utilize those subtle hints.
Surrender self in this serendipitous trip.

Let go the ego
Echo your mark
Track Name: Meantime
Denizen of the alphabetic medicine cabinet,
avid in vocab elaborate, smash to grab it,
splatter ya labyrinth thought pattern into antimatter.
Rabid calamitous racket
cackling vapid...
Apathy I'm past it.
now its...
all about outlasting
calculated disasters
forever here in and after.


For the mean time,
i find time to be mean.
I've been meaning find the time
to demean time for its obscene timing.
What I mean
is that it takes time and time again
to really mean it, this time
i've been mean many times before this epiphany.


Pressure gauge stays pinned at paraiha
outrage
contagious phases of doubt pains and
lazy stages of loose reigns on goals attainable
maintaining fatal foe mangeling stranglehold
dangling from my arm folds.
controlled
by the one who cant be bought or sold
low and behold the worlds so damn cold
i control every minute
remain livid from beginning to finish
i stay in it.


For the mean time,
i find time to be mean.
I've been meaning find the time
to de-mean time for its obscene timing.
What I mean
is that it takes time and time again
to really mean it, this time
i've been mean many times before this epiphany.
But what does it mean
when these times
resemble mean times
that carried so much meaning.
SOME TIME AGO
For the mean time,
i find time to be mean.
I've been meaning find the time
to de-mean time for its obscene timing.


Pretentious passions
from gadgets & fashion,
Idolizing everyone from
entertainers and actors,
Idol third eyes seem stigmatized
as a never mind factor.
Never mind, never mind.
Beaten internally blind,
our souls must held captive by
by manipulative parasitic
shape shifting crafters of
daft steam punk clunkers
meant to distract us.
Consider all factors
remain active & informed
only we can outlast this
By visualizing greener pastures
manifesting
before turning to ashes.

For the mean time,
i find time to be mean.
I've been meaning find the time
to de-mean time for its obscene timing.
What I mean
is that it takes time and time again
to really mean it, this time
i've been mean many times before this epiphany.
But what does it mean
when these times
resemble mean times
that carried so much meaning.
SOME TIME AGO
For the mean time,
i find time to be mean.
I've been meaning find the time
to de-mean time for its obscene timing.
Track Name: Argentina (featuring Lt. Headtrip)
Every generation's got their cataclysmic doomsday scenario
looming macabre morbid views
impairing a civilized union between social movements and humans.
That's right, you too may have been fooled in a past life
but that's like the little boy who cried, feral canine,
night after night, one time he's bound to be right
with helpful and understanding people way out of sight.

Stay outta the light

Every generator's got a perpetual motion activator program that I could hold flat and and slow back down 'til it rolls at a stagnated pace and eventually folds. Flattering my face with a satchel of ample stones. masons, ancients, and misplaced fakes calling everything sacred made me this way. and today is the day I'll set ablaze to this place. they created decay and I'll erase it in my life time. or hang me like your christ. Fine.


Is it the beginning of the end
or the end of the beginning?
I guess it's just who's story's winning.
That depends are we beginning to expend
or just pretending to be grinning
Sitting in the serenade spinning
It's defense!

Cold war, Y2K, smoking gun in the form of a mushroom cloud,
global pandemics, yellowstone super volcano blowing load
The second coming will get them undone
while Nubiru and Planet X's jury is still hung out
high and dry, armageddon's the song sung by 2012 mayan end date.
Golden age of awakening or major clues to the total destruction of everything?
So many false destinies echoed in time, let go of mine.

Killing my kind like they were mine.

Kinda designed sounds like I'm contrived but I'mma find a divine path. I provide voltage. and I don't mind if it's blind; I need closure. throw your cloaks over your head is getting closer. Eight homeless men with posters getting ass raped by the soldiers that were sent to clear the smoldering rocks in this toxin-engulfed, plotless pit promises. honestly, I kiss the ground and fondle it. alive as what I contradict.

So tie me down and lock lips. I'll be my apocalypse.

Is it the beginning of the end
or the end of the beginning?
I guess it's just who's story's winning.
That depends are we beginning to expend
or just pretending to be grinning
Sitting in the serenade spinning
It's defense!
Track Name: Kamikaze Trot
I used to syphen, snails pace sickness
through the suicidal litmus lip fix.
It ain't so prolific witnessing
self destructive tendencies, all my...
second hand me down,
innocent by-stand my ground to be addicted
to missing the latter part of my life
or at least having it restricted to
ventilation machines and mechanical voice boxes,
American dream is to be held hostage
by our own habitual demons
ostracize the knowledge
and occupy that void in your life
with health unpolished.
Self deprecating homage to the
lonely roads we wonder...
Calmer knowing the things we're fond of
lay along the lines of bodily dishonor.
Just helping the casing rot.
Rocking the La Di Da Kamikaze trot


Want'm Need'm Got'm Got'm Want'm Need'm Got'm.
Want'm Need'm Got'm Got'm Want'm Need'm Got'm


Chomping on preservative packed
part time belly filler
short term goodness
mixed with uncountable ounces of
unpronounceable amounts of
counter-intuitive bodily ruin shit.
Rubix flip up up and away gut
pattern blasting solutions seem like
far gone puzzled illusions
Unsurmountable semantics ,
unevens always stacked up against
the ever ruined the plan kid
Slothish office dwellers pray to the
almighty automatic payroll deposit
based on prior knowledge and logic
can't we sense slavery under any other name.
lets be honest.
this guise is too tame.
they cant remain anonymous
The agenda setters
who pave their way with broken promises
and poison sky's so damn ominous.

Want'm Need'm Got'm Got'm Want'm Need'm Got'm.
Want'm Need'm Got'm Got'm Want'm Need'm Got'm

SHOOT UP. BREAK SKIN. DROPPING THE NEEDLE IN. BROKEN RECORD SKIPS, REPEATS BROKEN PROMISES
I SWEAR I CAN QUIT. THESE CLAIMS OF IGNORANCE. POWDERS POTIONS PILLS POISON IS MY MEDICINE
MY BLOOD IS SO THIN I KEEP IT BOILING PAINTING FOIL BLACK, BLISTERS , BLISTERS, BURNS AND CALLUSES
I SWEAR I CAN QUIT. THESE CLAIMS OF IGNORANCE. POWDERS POTIONS PILLS POISON IS MY MEDICINE
Track Name: Wonky Growler
Shamelessly promoting, uber devotion.
Culture coaxing against the ropes
but always time for smoke and a Molson.
Bolstering the quotient of common commotion
and all the needed necessary code cracking propulsion .
Catch a festival dosing soaking in the natural communal fumes
useless to try to ruin this loom weaving tight knit kindred kin
collectively dodging their respective dens of sin.
Zany zenodrined petty grins spin outta conditioning,
repetition glitching futuristic mental kitchens.
Popping chicken pills'll spill the bean deficient, see
I'd rather be fishing on account of intuition.


So you can, so you can see
what we got, what we got going on in our minds.
In our minds we're not crazy, the things around us are.
They persuade us to make songs as therapy to save us.


Suspicion aficionado, minus braggadocio and bravado.
Tongue twisting linguistic model for solution to some problems.
Scrape the bottom of the scape goat caper.
Fodder for the fire in your eye
dilated by the double dipped white blotter prize.
Coddle misers who never picked on someone their own size.
No stoping this, only alive via Death Murder and Lies.
Preposterous abuse must be met head on
with the use of our head being on.
Armed calm and conscientious in the trenches
with a penchant for success everyone plays no warming the benches.
Take down the fences meant for offense and
drive down the field unyielded by the threat of resistance and coffins.

So you can, so you can see
what we got, what we got going on in our minds.
In our minds we're not crazy, the things around us are.
They persuade us to make songs as therapy to save us.