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Between Apes and Angels
09:40
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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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2. |
Prolong this Agony
09:29
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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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3. |
Seven Sisters of Sleep
11:50
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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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5. |
Wailing My Keen
08:51
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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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Hypnotic Dirge Records Amadora, Portugal
Hypnotic Dirge Records is an independent record label and webshop based in Saskatchewan, Canada and Lisbon, Portugal active since 2008. Our intention and raison d'être is to release quality expressive and eclectic art through aural manifestations.
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