Ern Malley Remixes

Kant Take Anymore Mix

I had often, irrespective of all empirical conditions
Closed my inanimate lids to find it real,
Even as this relates to the transcendental unity of apperception,
The colourful spires, and painted roofs, the things in themselves
Constitute the whole content for, still, natural causes, and
All reversed in the quiet reflecting waters -
Our understanding would thereby be made to contradict,
In view of these considerations, natural causes,
Not knowing then that Dürer perceived it too.
Now I find that once more I have shrunk
The contradictory rules of natural causes,
And metaphysics, robber of dead men's dreams,
Is the mere result of the power of the architectonic of practical reason.
As I have elsewhere shown, art is not easy
But no one warned that the mind repeats
In accordance with the principles of our understanding
in its ignorance the vision of others. I am still
the black swan of trespass on paralogisms of natural reason.
This may become clear with an example.

Genetically Modified Gothic Mix

Al, as I knew it news glimpsed at the backlops,
The highmate lid that one knows art is not easy
But no one warned the ous heavy air closed my iers,
Robpass on alien was flecting water that is in it,
Versed in the quire that almen's nanpeats. I am stilto find
Cowled in the sterber paintful spires and too.
Now I find of otherrance the viet redream,
I had read warpass received it roofly the blacked swan of tresslum
In book not then that colourer perters igi had often, to an inno it rewould be,
The more I have shrunker of deading.

New Romantic Mix

I am the dark one - the widower - cowled
in the slumberous heavy air, my sole star is dead.
As I knew it would be, the colourful spires
And painted roofs, the black sun of the Melancholia.
Not knowing then that Dürer perceived it too,
I have dreamed in the grotto where the mermaid swims.
Now I find that once more I have shrunk
To an interloper, robber of dead men's dreams
And twice victorious I have crossed the Acheron,
Black swan of trespass on alien waters.

Genetically Modified Hardcore Mix

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I had readlop booking then that dürnanflectmen's it res,
The highcowled in the sitceberpass on alien waious heavy air,
Closed my I not that paintmore I have shrunkcolourmind retoo.
Now I finder per swan of tresl, the blacks igknowversed in the quimate
Llidterl reer, robful spires and tersons in sternows
Glimpsed at the back I had often, inber of deadlum alsion of others
That art is not easy but no one warned that the noing was rance
The viceived it would be, the anon.

Tzara's Zurich Club Mix

In find I mind too. Spires often, it alien once as men's
Its the colourful have had reflecting
In would my more on cowled - the high of am
Now the air, one swan waters.
To it quiet not heavy that be real,
The painted in that an reversed glimpsed trespass
And the at that the dream of find still then repeats the no
Perceived Dürer I closed easy I knew in waters had inanimate others.
It not but shrunk read to slumberous warned back all roofs, robber art books
I snows that of vision is the lids I knowing interloper, I black ignorance dead.