Bi-Son-Oil-Men was an installation and performance at Peacock Visual Arts in Aberdeen, as part of Chemhex Extract, curated by Lucy A. Sames and Dane Sutherland.
You can listen to the Bi-Son-Oil-Men song here:
And some of the sound for the performance here:
You can watch a film of the performance at the end of the image sequence.
We drank the chroma key milk
Rich and creamy and green
We vomit out chroma key silk
And tell of what we’ve seen
Under the sea, the dead animals sing
Under the rocks, as black as coal
Under the earth, sticky and wet
Over the earth, we bring fire and light
Under the sea, oil is blood
Under the rocks, black coal flows
Under the earth, are barrels of blood
Over the earth, fifty dollars and under
We drank the chroma key milk
Rich and creamy and green
We vomit out chroma key silk
And tell of what we’ve seen
Over the sea, the rigs are quiet
Over the rocks, golfing oilmen quit
Over the earth, Venezuela to the Granite City
Over the earth, crash and burn
In the sea, the yachts are trashed
On the rocks, the porches are smashed
On the earth, Russians now farm the land
Over the earth, bison walk the land
We drank the chroma key milk
Rich and creamy and green
We vomit out chroma key silk
And tell of what we’ve seen
Over the sea, a grave yard of rigs
On the rocks, golfmen sigils are etched
Over the earth, bison roam the greens
Over the earth, bi-son-oil-men farm meat
We drank the chroma key milk
Rich and creamy and green
We vomit out chroma key silk
And told of what we’ve seen
BI-SON-OIL-MEN Performance
And then the whole fucking Cosmos broke loose around me, I think the strongest and worst I've ever had it nearly ... —First I began to realize my worry about the mosquitoes or vomiting was silly as there was the great slake of life and Death—I felt faced by Death, my skull in my beard on pallet on porch rolling back and forth and settling finally as if in reproduction of the last physical move I make before settling into real death—got nauseous, rushed out and began vomiting, all covered with snakes, like a Snake Seraph, colored serpents in aureole around my body, I felt like a snake vomiting out the universe—or a Jivaro in headdress with fangs vomiting up in realization of the Murder of the Universe—-my death to come—everyone's death to come—all unready—I unready…
BI-SON-OIL-MEN Performance
