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Humming + 1312

by Vi Viana

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So... it... kicks off with a sense of camaraderie facing global anxiety. Eventually, this home feels more foreign than anywhere else I've been. And I could blame it on the local bars. Yeah, I could blame it on the downtown scene. Could blame it on the desperation for external validation. Oh, yeah. The doom and gloom become stagnation, Or egocentric masturbation. Is there even a distinction between these twisted inhibitions? Is this survival or our fall? Lost and forgotten like Stonewall? Can we congratulate ourselves because we see cracks on the walls? A wide selection of chaos to focus on. And yet I get fixated on a fantasy that is forlorn. Now I am just a ghost Haunting the living room where you supplement yourselves. Consumed by the bitterness over the times that I got close To having what you have: Love right upon your grasp Contained within the walls of a space that you all share. Don't mind my lonesome hums. Don’t mind my lonesome hums.
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Absurd not to expect condemnation When the whole damn world is witnessing Numerous casualties from white supremacist state-sanctioned murders again. Despite mutually distancing at our homes, people are still being slain. Tragic to think of pawns in denial With a sense of self-importance manipulated by capital forces In a sick rigged game leading to heads of states using them for lumber. But not nearly as tragic as the countless losses in the inferno to ember. One thing I greatly fear is that the rage in our hearts will subside with the passing of time. But now there’s nothing but time, so the wrath remains while living’s a crime. Explain to me why white liberal media Feels so comfortable sharing footage of a human being’s murder While shifting focus away from their full life beyond their skin. Capitalizing on communal trauma instead of providing aid to the mourning. Right now, always and forever: Black Lives Matter. High pressure. Fuck the police. It’s not up to ballots or time. We’re here by vicious design. So it should be no surprise That our lords of genocide Whether to the left or right Clearly don’t care to cease This gory profitable plight. Some days I just can’t shake That we have already lost. But that’s the type of self-defeat The fascists are counting on. So it’s disgraceful to continue Standing idly by these colonial spawns. And I will never let this country Drown the rage in my heart Now that I’ve seen their crosshairs aimed At every resistant head. And resistance is defined by those Who shoot dissenters dead In a cycle of illusions We’re perpetually fed. So bite the head off Of every overseer.

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released February 5, 2021

Hello! My name is Vi Viana!

Thank you for listening to these songs that I wrote, recorded, sang, played guitar and some MIDI instruments on.

The lovely Sia Cidada played bass on Inferno to Ember (1312).

The incredibly talented Peter Allen provided me with tons of sage advice on mixing and mastering. I probably would have hated how these sounded if not for him.

50% of proceeds from these songs will be donated to the Gainesville Dream Defenders, a Black-led organization of young people organizing every day to dismantle institutions of oppression.

Black Lives Matter. Abolish the Police.

Full-length record coming soon <3

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Vi Viana Gainesville, Florida

DIY is dead, time to be a "singer-songwriter" babyyyyy.

Folky songs that get harsh and heavy sometiimes, mostly.

(she/her).

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