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20 hand numbered copies. On body printed cassettes, includes a three paged lyric-sheet.
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The emotion is Janus-faced, we are torn between a nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange.” (Carson McCullers, The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter)
lyrics
Born in blood, squeezed out by tradition
Nursed by ill will, fed rejection
Lust for fire, maniacal research
Ambient answers, draining
Persistent memories
Black moon medicine
Beckoning silent ages
A god’s grave unburrowed
Found while terraforming
A god’s grave unburrowed
Worship our new habitat!
Longing for a place, exist it does no longer
Ruins and remains - Exhumed
Through the smoke, spewing forth famine pillars of sickness and starless skies
So many wounds!
Come now, O holy heathen gods of flesh
You speak life and I speak death
Why did you abandon me, to rot in this vault of wax?
Here is Arcadia, where I pluck the words of truth and lies
Where I pluck the windfallen eyes…
Why did you abandon me, to rot in this vault of wax?
Here is Arcadia, where I pluck the words of truth and lies
Where I pluck the windfallen eyes…
So many tiny, tiny wounds!
Come now, unholy heathen gods of flesh
You speak life and I speak death