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Collective schism Lost upon the aquarius trails Alarm bells toll, duly Ringing deaf to the modern ear Prisoners to each our own cage of bones Handicapped in this responsive universe Coulde we learn to step aside ? to speak in colours ? We human beings….. or humans becoming ? In the here and now, Between apes and angels Stagnant waters – breeding grounds for disease Toward the all and ever Beyond limitations Wake her from inside, raise she from dreams In the here and now, Between apes and angels Reclaim the birthright, expanding reality Reality Evolved from grassland beginnings to the starship awaiting At the threshold of this new dawn we stand Past present future all viewed as just one thread in an infinite continuum subjective shackles cast from the core Singing in colours becoming octaves unknown We in turn then become thought itself
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Leave it up to me To prolong this agony It happens automatically Leave it up to me Six years in the eye of my storm And you feel this total lack of self restraint Come full circle once again Playing with fire don't want to burn you Yet burning all alone is the longest of roads In truth and desire Were all constantly burning All flames in the dark with nowhere to turn We pine and yearn When strong winds have returned Leave it up to me I will reverse this agony It will happen with empathy Leave it up to me Thirty minutes in its eye. awaiting arrival Out of her storm to deep blue serene And I feel this total lack of judgement Returning home deep inside me Sifting through embers and constantly learning Hold the note of this moment in times of the worm Proof of the higher extinguish the burning All shining with the light of knowledge well earned
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The sweetest of wakeful dreams True gifts received from the seven sisters of sleep For what each make haste to awaken the depth in thee Open floodgates of subconscious reverie we have always been Assuage our desire for each in turn In intoxicated bliss seven times we burn…. Votaries of the vixen Virginia bear not to be without her brown gold touch Praising the name Mary Jane from the highest peaks May her mourning star guide my inner travels In awe of Amanita’s spores and her teacher kin who graze blue and speak true Unbridled lust for Lucille ,her loving breath blowing death away Enthralled in the rapturous embrace of Ekstasis Pangs for the sweet Erythroxylina upon our lips, craving her Bolivian kiss this eve We opiophagi prostrate at the feet of Morphina, her sceptre plunging rivers red In the blue room smother all in dirt, from her grip we see no end. We see no end Abuse the seven chambers and dream on…………. A ravenous desperation to allay this hunger Requiem for the dream now forsaken Self Shackled and bound to chase the tail of a fleeting feeling Down the spiral staircase into an infinite abyss Weep at the mirrored perils revealed The sisters await our worship as we kneel
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Fear cultivation through the centuries Grip what denial compels Caught unaware for ever more Proud distractions to ourselves Building high our house of cards Foundations laid on shifting sands Hold on tight and loathe all change To this the most subtle of storms Slow dancing in the pulse reflection of our own illusion Where the worlds within do not end or begin Tempests in a teapot, barely afloat in oceans unknown Pitch black dread of the undefined sublime When the props of our self made plays fade away Blind rage erupting in flames, Sedate the pain denial instills Comfort the infant behind all the grief, Blind eye to the one when life kills Futile graspings hereafter karma bound not to let go Hell, only our neurotic projections Upon the everchanging canvas We strut and fret our hour upon the stage, acting out our impostors foil In frozen silence we scream the true name upon the face of all our fears When illusions return to nothing on that fateful day And then at the end we meet the beginning again The realisation ,the lifting of the veil Face to face with a once buried stranger, Living with answers from day one Slow dancing in the pulse reflection of our own illusion Swallow conditioning, toe the role tradition dictates Trapped on the ideals pedestal, pin prick truths- ego deflates Religious fervour mask our emptiness Drudge through another hollow day Slipping through the cracks on paths so well worn The most subtle of storms
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Crushing weight of fear bury me Five stories below, enfeebled and bleak Tethered to this dirge in my dreams Up above their wailing my keen Discord unresolved Disquiet to sense their grieving As helpless as a new born Sublime porte dawning Senses dissolve As does this laboured breathing Unknown horizons As the aether comes a’ calling Body displaced so slow this heart beats Yet not enough to let myself be Racing thoughts search for some reprieve I am not ready to leave In all I have loved and all I have scorned In all I have said and all I have done In every action taken In every opinion held Each moment accumulated Is this groundswell overwhelmed And still from afar I can feel them wailing my keen

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Subterranean Disposition is an experimental death-doom recording project from Terry Vainoras, a veteran of the underground Australian metal scene spanning a career almost two decades in length and also known for his involvement with Cryptic Darkness, The Eternal, and Insomnius Dei. Originally inspired by and conceived as a follow up to the music Mark Kelson had written for his and Terry’s Collaboration on the Insomnius Dei album ‘Illusions of Silence’, the debut self-titled Subterranean Disposition album explores further the use of dissonance and ambience, lending more dynamics to the long passages of darkness and light, crafted from the influence of early 90’s doom metal and modern sludge with forward thinking embellishments in song writing. Also permeating the record are the use of female vocals courtesy of Pheobe Pinnock, and guest saxaphone from D'arcy Molan, both musicians from the Australian scene. Considering all the elements present in the album, you can expect nothing less than an all-encompassing, broading, dark, and experimental ride through devastating darkness on the debut Subterranean Disposition album. First 100 copies come in a 6 panel digipack collector's edition.

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released October 27, 2012

Terry Vainoras - all music, male vocals
Pheobe Pinnock - guest female vocals
D'arcy Molan - guest saxaphone

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