The title is a portmanteau: Apocalypse and Lipschitz Continuity.
The latter is related to graphing mathematical functions. Basically, an LC function is limited in how fast it can change (like us, and like the world); there exists a real number such that, for every pair of points on the function’s graph (line), the slope connecting them is not greater than this number; the smallest such bound is the LC.
This track features Solfeggietto, by C.P.E. Bach, whose sheet music’s opening ascending run charts an LC function. It is then reversed - the rise and fall.
So, the latter: this is about Lucifer’s fall from grace. It’s his bitter lamentation about being stripped of his divinity. God gave the “privilege” of responsibility/sacrifice to his favorite son, but Lucifer doesn’t want it. Eventually, he accepts his role as king of hell and promises - threatens - to be just that: the embodiment of evil.
As with all of the tracks on BOTY, it’s also about my own journey, this time about feeling/ being ugly/evil, and leaning into condemnation, until the damning becomes a choice. You think I’m ugly? I’ll show you how much worse I can get. Hence: “Rise in the fall (Alhamdulillah)”.
lyrics
Finding heaven
Finding heaven
Beat the hell out of you
Beat the hell out of you
Beat the hell out of you
Beat the hell out of you
Rise in the fall
Alhamdulillah
Lilith was a rock
And now we don’t gotta talk to you
Oh my god
They got em in their jaws
Got the un deux trois
Let em swallow their hurrah
Or slaughter me, Leviticus
Tattoo in my mouth proclaiming
I don’t have my innocence
Take me down in increments
To punish me for insolence
Hate me for the clay
Let the dirt make me infamous
Think you put me in a predicament?
Think that you’re really so omnipotent
Ipse dixit, I say you’re wrong
I came to quit, alhamdulillah
Do you know my lyrics
Or are you just kinda into me
Want my hole-y spirit
I’m a mirror of divinity
You’re made in my image
But ignore my masculinity
Bi’s beyond your limit
And I’m already a trinity
U-G-L-Y, turn the sun up til you fry
I’m hungry, yeah yeah, I’m hungry
H-U-N, G-R-Y, turn the sun up til I fry
I’m ugly, yeah yeah, I’m ugly
Alhamdulillah
Baby I’m a pisces
Fishing for the right breeze
Hook me into you and then you
Throw me back to spite me
Spare me all your crises
Swimming through your psyche
I don’t wanna do the work
Cause you don’t even like me
Finding heaven
Finding heaven
Beat the hell out of you
Beat the hell out of you
Beat the hell out of you
Beat the hell out of you
I was free, I was giant
Loved the way that it felt
Oh to be, always flying
Til the day that I fell
U-G-L-Y, turn the sun up til you fry
I’m hungry, yeah yeah, I’m hungry
H-U-N, G-R-Y, turn the sun up til I fry
I’m ugly, yeah yeah, I’m ugly
I guess I’m free now
You hear that quiet ring
You’re gonna see now
That baby, I’m the pirate king
Medusa is a "revenge pop" musician based in New York. They're pretty sure they subconsciously stole calling their music "___-pop" from their friend Zand, who coined "ugly-pop," but it's way too late in the game to undo it now.
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continuing from FIYH, this is blackpilled as all fuck; written and delivered with the raw candidness and self-mocking bitterness of a high-schoolers journal, and set to beats that are laser-focused to keep my distractable mind topped up on angry dopamine. A tight 21 minutes of weaponised disgust. Tom Colquhoun