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Monday, December 26, 2011

Veil of Thorns History - Manifestation Objective

For this one, I'm letting the music and words speak for the release. This one got some very enthusiastic reactions, but I didn't devote the two years following it to pimping it out. Manifestation Objective got a hundred thousand + free downloads between 2005 and up until I moved the Veil of Thorns site here. You can still stream it for nowt or next to nowt on Mog, Rdio, Spotify etc. but you do help us bring on the next stage of Veil of Thorns, which I can promise you, is leagues beyond anything we've done thus far.

-P. Emerson Williams








Reproach (Full of Hope)


As all came
Crashing down,
We could not help but laugh
Draining blood to function on belief
Factious stream counter to all pleas
Reclaim vision,
Howl like wolves
Learn to love the crack of the lash
Chambers full, envy and returns distorted
On the sharp edge advance changes design

Formless,
Unsullied,
Holy, with indigent longing
Hollow ravenous greed and profits twisted
Resting on the firmament adapts intention
The innocent
Break off,
Contemplating dispersions quelling
Deplete to pour out acts in certainty
Factious blood counters all entreaties 



My Inner Sanctum 


In a shaded doorway
Watching the spirits at play,
Through a cracked and shimmering window to the world;
Through my surprise, welling up in my eyes:
Your soul;
Bleeding, old; a deep well of love:
Sepulchral, cold.

The crowning glory swathed in fear,
The brave action recoiling into futility.
To my knees glancing upward,
There flies pain: mine.

Deep ecstasy traces desire.
Hidden places, lost hold;
No one to sustain reality,
My love erases me.
I turn around to go,
The world around me flows through my body.
The bitter realization contains the happy seed: yes, me.

Weak and stumbling,
Gloriously breathing still dawn’s air,
That part of me now lost forever,
It wanders lonely in the dark.
Battle-weary I remain
Inconsistency remarked,
Though seemingly complete.
The soul bears not
Such vacuous conceit.
God damn you!
How can I bear to see your face?
Your every tear reveals my cowering disgrace.
To my knees, glancing inward:
Imprisoned:
My inner sanctum.

Exaltation in Ascendancy


Weeping alight, Drawn in too tight
Warnings too late are told in our plight
The haints come with parched, red grins
Celebrate this day our irredeemable sins

Nocturnal professions come into nothingness
Lifts our burdens, becomes our hidden weapons
Wailing by the window in the grief of the proud
Dread failings wrapped around us like shrouds

A soothing breeze, a haunting phrase
Leaks out from behind the gate
Secret passions worn like a medal
Truth be told, trust is never to be shown


Worship of Disclosure



Thought shall inaugurate the fall of fear
The fall eliminate the life that was
The life that was can never have been
Lie turns back on lie; behold
Fear shall die with its slaves
Visions shall lie, telling of the fear of death
Laughter shall erase this carnage of thought

Fear ridden spectres flitting by
Still their fetters bind your soul
Stronghold of corrosion let burst
The floodgates of dead gods desires
Move on by in disgust
Slink through the shadows of infinitude
Killing the will, slipping back
Back to that which never was

In distrust lie the possibilities
That were stillborn in haloed fields
We’ll tear the cities down falsehood by falsehood



Manifestation Objective

Soul fire kisses, a hapless passion
Upon the pulse of the altars of madness
Radiant visage glowing words on flesh
Remembrance of my deaths shadow
Take my hand personified
Leads you down

Bound to the end of time
Strewn about like gravel
Blown like glass
Where lunacy comforts


Draw In, Wind Down



Wheels on wet road greet my waking eyes
Halted by the touch of memory
I smell the rain and hear its song
This bed will not let go of me
Nor the thirsty, feverish day get off me

Draw in, wind down

I still feel the touch of the nocturnal breeze
The seeds are flung at the remains; reasons found


Dream Shadow



Solemn grey – the sky evokes my Angel
Walking in the rain, I’m not alone
White lace, wet lace light and clinging
Clinging to the face of the forest
I want to sleep in the rain, in the snow
Warm and safe under the snows ice hands

I fall and am safe
I sleep and fear the face
I fly and am no more
And am no more

Sleep pulls me down into silken sepulchers
Born away on seas of sound I cry out
A breeze soothes my bitter mind on the crimson plane

Wrapped in those I love
I awaken to dawn caresses
And they are no more 


Can’t stop Laughing (The Beauty of Drowning) 




Souls defied, deep penetration
tearing asunder liquid desire.
Inner strength, all-consuming turmoil
pulls me down, pulls me under the black surface.

For all I love I give you this;
(Christians to the lions).
As we gaze upon the black water;
(you pull me under).
Speak to me of how I love the pain.
I can't stop laughing,
I can't stop laughing!
(The beauty of drowning).

We lie side by side, blowing sparks
gazing into the screaming silence.
Under the birthing moo we pray,
pray to be together for all time.



Undergrowth Silent with Want


Ice like claws languid in the damp
Memory fades, life drifts, blood dries
Spreading out among the leaves
The end begins, birth is everywhere

Embrace of roots; here is everywhere
All life is one – we are here
Lost in forever, hearing, feeling
Seeing all


Fated, Cascading; Submerged



No-one ever thinks about how it’ll end
Line after line gone up in smoke with fire as your only friend
All the thought of a lifetime with no conscious evolution
One cannot recall where it began to slide

Lost beneath the debris
You can no longer tell which way is up
We seem to count on forever
One automatic pull on the lever

The vital engine roars not trusted to deliver
The pain it will subside and make the muscle bigger
Dance victorious on our aching bloody feet
One more time, let’s hear the beat and spread our joy like opened veins

Come, let us wait here hiding beneath the snow
Centuries shall pass maddeningly as we watch them grow
Angels watching over us, attainment purified
Death, rebirth, life death, in snowy spirals fly

Force release virtual discordant hold of defense substitute pale vicinity gliding pseudonyms gravestone figures vitriol leitrim




Extend Inward, Breathe Out
(instrumental)



The Gathering World Withdrew Its Fury


Lay me down – I fear no more
The longing is subsiding
I’ve locked the door – I’ve freed my mind
It’s only you and me
It’s time, let’s go

And as the sands of time conspire to erase us
It will be done

Dispersed in flight – we are alone
The vision slowly fades
Close my eyes – choke my cries
Now we’re going home

Monday, December 5, 2011

Vampire Wars Lyrics


NOISE COVERED WORSHIP
INCREASINGLY BIZARRE POLITICAL THREAT RITES 
PROCESS PRODUCT PROPOSITION
DE LEGE MOTUS
CREATOR-GOVERNMENT-CREATOR
A CRAVEN SLAVE DESIGN
SACRED  THOUGHT OBSTACLES
DISSOCIATIVE MODIFICATIONS
ELECTRONIC VOICE PHENOMENA
GRAVE PECULIARITY RECEIVED
APPARITIONS OF ART
PROGRAMMERS BELOW SIGHTS OF THE OPERATIONAL SECRET
VAMPIRE WARS 
A  NON-EUCLIDEAN FUTURE

Noise Covered Worship

We introduce the warm device without Guilt
A wine soaked wish for an ugliness of liminal silt,
The martyrs Eat System souls and wet them down
The worship of generated lies, the death of those below
In performance, signs conceal that articulation;
Lives lost unveil a light of a different speculation
the demon-wheel parts a river-bed, ideological meaning
Perfect nightmares born mournful and righteous
Programmers short body flashes and transmit us

Noise covered worship, God of rage,
worn-out time, the abhorrence intercession
Noise covered worship, Red annihilation
Creates desire, ecstasy confrontation
Agony stamina. and sacrifice concluded

Secret sixty-one magnetic void resists symbols assigned
network of being that arms loneliness, operational parasites
blood-feeders limits of psi-tendrils, wires Symbiosis order arms
weak works of hate, the mind-controlled forms arise from harm.
This spirit and liquid that powerful. flashes evolved sight,
the head of your a barely justified vision illuminates the night
Beggarman faith names those nine incantations of one alien reality
ION head forms the annihilation inspiration opposition duality

Noise covered worship, God of rage,
worn-out time, the abhorrence intercession
Noise covered worship, Red annihilation
Creates desire, ecstasy confrontation
Agony stamina. and sacrifice concluded

Noise covered worship, God of rage,
worn-out time, the abhorrence intercession
Noise covered worship, Red annihilation
Creates desire, ecstasy confrontation
Agony stamina. and sacrifice concluded

Increasingly Bizarre Political Threat Rites 

Lighting Born souls stop at the heart of Nothing
rebirth told the tormented minds Twitching
Cut-out eyes encircle the vacuum Pondering last Forever
slumberless outside operational warm flowers
flesh soul enemies sung from mollified shadows lore
and there, the Discarding of Thirsty Lighting innocence Torn
without words in carressing awe Watchers let Razors drop
ghost-drone to Bodies of the beast buzzed in hearts of misanthropes

Increasingly bizarre political threat rites
Where rumours Project what designed my mind,
Increasingly bizarre political threat rites
A desperation Falling will sleep our Death

the fearful Boardroom commanders practice ugliness carresses
with subdued energy the shadows felt to be writhing texts
lovers spies taste Lighting flesh waking live beneath your too warm affliction.
let shame chill the messenger of NIGHT passionate under observation
Strapping the Bodies of prey outside on passionate feeding grounds
mask In the mirror like The demon flowers shadow-mouths,
wilted awaken the Silent creation the And run the Adversary your Cult
Words eat the voices from lips burning all years of Guilt

Increasingly bizarre political threat rites
Where rumours Project what designed my mind,
Increasingly bizarre political threat rites
A desperation Falling will sleep our Death

Increasingly bizarre political threat rites
Where rumours Project what designed my mind,
Increasingly bizarre political threat rites
A desperation Falling will sleep our Death

The hell of your Adversary heats The ugliness of innocence
A plague Moon, Twitching eyes being my only shame,
I languish in the pyramid pondering the fallen turned into my enemy,
I am beneath the stolen floors of preserved Sorcery


Process Product Proposition

Process product proposition
the surges subdued by The Entertainment
Process product proposition
mollified the destructive mind
Process product proposition
the surges subdued by The Entertainment
Process product proposition
mollified the destructive mind

the scream of bitter wet guns
the Suffering was glad
Terror energy focus spies sold character your string of dead flowers

Key the optic dispensed Rapture
Opium storing tv
the VOID soothing forces reprogrammed the Flesh


fire Haunting will of the heart
was clean in the eyes
Our stolen fruit is weaponized gives the me no mind,
Moon, enemy, invoked,
perfect humans as the a heavens die out
The fallen and the commanders use the power of the written LAW

Process product proposition
the surges subdued by The Entertainment
Process product proposition
mollified the destructive mind
Process product proposition
the surges subdued by The Entertainment
Process product proposition
mollified the destructive mind

Stun guns and overdoses,
a network storing Adversary souls
brain-machine and the act of forensic feeding unfolds

and my suspicion and the grimoires
joining overriding Born to them BELOW cut fortune
Thus Soul was like drop your storm as mountains
designed Nothing your way Pondering Vomiting darkness,
the passionate obeyed me their Respect of your worship
The executor thus obeyed, Discarding glittering Will


died in practice for another self-righteous stabilized
Manifestation

Process product proposition
the surges subdued by The Entertainment
Process product proposition
mollified the destructive mind
GLITTERING WORSHIP brought
screaming Blackened storm-demons,
called are anyone going, NINE-FOLD
their Shadow OMNIPRESENCE

labored Liberty to back the spirits a most designed part sense can,

Subject:
nwe are NECROFUTURIST messengers
where that energy encircles, Ultra-violet integers
The29 one perish in the night passion Boardroom
acid figures Blood to Night I breed without venom
Radio Ain full mouths drug, a process of Terror wastes
severed from birth for thy dissolution, and the weaponized mixture,
their Ghouls, being in with overriding projects

Process product proposition
the surges subdued by The Entertainment
Process product proposition
mollified the destructive mind
GLITTERING WORSHIP brought
screaming Blackened storm-demons,
called are anyone going, NINE-FOLD
their Shadow OMNIPRESENCE

Process product proposition
the surges subdued by The Entertainment
Process product proposition
mollified the destructive mind
GLITTERING WORSHIP brought
screaming Blackened storm-demons,
called are anyone going, NINE-FOLD
their Shadow OMNIPRESENCE

De Lege Motus

(It is a secret)

Creator-government-Creator

Populate hell, a space combine of divine blood lust
overriding the God patterned subject/object binary
dark images, spontaneous sudden glimpses
tortured, yes, tortured, nothing ever dissolves
diagnosis is cultural, overrides everything,
Process is in place, negating all in favor of nothing
bizarre belief in seemingly perfect sacred meaning
modifications in seemingly random cultural artifacts
nothing is cultural, It is not the urge that forces modifications

nothing is sacred, everything is sacred
divine simplicity is Blasphemy made sacred

creator government creator
A god below, a Devil above
creator government creator
A god below, a Devil above
Everything is real
Nothing Is Permitted
creator government creator
A god below, a Devil above
creator government creator
A god below, a Devil above
Everything is real
Nothing Is Permitted

hallucinatory works explode eternal and random
kind omnipresence preexistence interpretive situations
figure and sudden be passage subversive in
divine experience explode the sacred tone believe can

nothing is sacrosanct, everything is forbidden
divine simplicity is Blasphemy made sacred

creator government creator
A god below, a Devil above
creator government creator
A god below, a Devil above
Everything is real
Nothing Is Permitted
creator government creator
A god below, a Devil above
creator government creator
A god below, a Devil above
Everything is real
Nothing Is Permitted

A Craven Slave Design

GATEWAY out OF  love of the essense of man
Watchers lore versions hum from the place where it began
channels the name and death SECRET BEHIND the Page
the FIRE Demons breathe a spirit to act out the rage
THROUGH legend to encounter powerful NATURE of Government
programmers BELOW sights of the operational SECRET
Path, OF WASTE OF elements feeding from One to ride the theory hole
chronology of their focus INITIATING  civilizations closed.

A craven slave design
A craven slave design
A craven slave design
A craven slave design

In the wrong sense, the brightest specialist of being
intercourse DEVOURS a pattern. observed: a product
energy dark he  is fast, pain accomplished New Eden source:
DARK was will palaces THE sex this System egregore
Blank form creation on above between very observation caused belief
vague dose OF will, of capabilities in beneath mind the scream .
writers waking to those disturbed and the moon accused the night
Distension alien GODDESS FORMS What all Spirits Phreak
dreamless HEAVENS the Lost black spirit himself
tunnelsTHE course, desires thus, originating THE death impression
a crash built into the system the human order
has Voice into all in ancient foundation and the breathing of paranoid snakes
you tempted the Great cause cover the MOUTH of the witch to stifle
You are (Atom) CURRENT ostensibly designed as
subterranean Effect was changeth intercession and INGRESS.

A craven slave design
A craven slave design
A craven slave design
A craven slave design

Sacred  Thought Obstacles

a suggestion of blood-soaked shock and awe
Wickedness Clown Rapture Dream conscious and stalking
action suppressed gives psi-demons life, the holding affliction.
COMPLETE and ALL One predators Soul
ATMOSPHERE swirls in to murmur OF  DEATH energy
This PRIMORDIAL Rage transmission, a Project death.
The programmers THE document roots has owners.

Sacred  Thought Obstacles
Sacred  Thought Obstacles
Sacred  Thought Obstacles
Sacred  Thought Obstacles

THE seven BLACK BLOOD  texts writhing The Wormwood, body
his Blood had His fourth rapid mouth deliver vitality.
television Sorcery fire picture DEVOURS The Cult Rite mating
what fearful drop is served, a lungful is in me – testing.
spirits unfolded  divine minds as ABYSS SPLENDOUR
ghost-drone Grave peculiarity. received Silence of THE Terror
CIRCULAR ritual full of Thought a night desire of the practice
eating demon Operator sigilized dead white chill
Drive Requiem in the evil rebirth Drive Requiem wake
The waking grave BEHIND who Weep her GREAT oceans
A night of mating wolves' incarnation FORMS THE dust
Exorcism DEVOURS Numbers and form, black hole.

Sacred  Thought Obstacles
Sacred  Thought Obstacles
Sacred  Thought Obstacles
Sacred  Thought Obstacles

the body magick discord, speaks to fundamental character
secrets seduced imaginary American
in glorious Harlotry buzzed to the death.
a craven slave design branches up
Nothing around them with infernal NIGHT
finish business of rebirth mind with Power filter documents
MAGICKAL praxis before rest envenoms the appetite

Sacred  Thought Obstacles
Sacred  Thought Obstacles
Sacred  Thought Obstacles
Sacred  Thought Obstacles
Sacred  Thought Obstacles
Sacred  Thought Obstacles
Sacred  Thought Obstacles
Sacred  Thought Obstacles

Dissociative Modifications

These cults as Such in the first three aeons are but chapters,
after which the symbols of the black night of chaos
A black much richer than that from which they emerge
into the light of the form of the manifestations.
This cannot be achieved without efflorescence
a survey of primal cults Current
and the symbolic formulae deposited
times and appear in pre-monumental
a skeleton whereon explained more it than the Fetish

Dissociative modifications
Dissociative modifications
Dissociative modifications
Dissociative modifications

In channel fire a survey is presented
some of its systems of the Five.
There exist no phenomena in the light
Tantric aspects of that are often
confused with such a survey and  occultism
no more perfect to found Its aim is to restore the Left Hand
Path and to re-interpret its field for magic explains Recent

Dissociative modifications
Dissociative modifications
Dissociative modifications
Dissociative modifications


Electronic Voice Phenomena

I've been waiting for you...

Grave Peculiarity Received

process; couch. Knowledge dealt by the swarms
desolate, the neither the first fit of writings.
passage egregore conversation of man
encounter would while agony and covered obscure
stepped feely down and have beyond
covered and mirror version my power
the presence in it below, creation the hour of additional organs
dry powerful skin figures will, are submission
this has The malevolence
and only power Darkness awe considerably.
and as of proved Each little pain in number

Fear of skin, This dealing ritual
years of screaming and submissiveness
Grave peculiarity received
Grave peculiarity received

the Rare of form, this very journal demonic grim
skirts their glistening contained channels
Old scented wine in between to stage tradition spent
each of the opened relationship and loveliest Graves
programmed texts translated you one of lacking.
invoking half-human associated process transcend
she cry sting slick though he answer Little
blessed is death this earth-bound world lake.
cloud Recalling and offered as commanded
Operator in that found chronology
from first are made of sections to ride the practices;

Fear of skin, This dealing ritual
years of screaming and submissiveness
Grave peculiarity received
Grave peculiarity received

Fear of skin, This dealing ritual
years of screaming and submissiveness
Grave peculiarity received
Grave peculiarity received
Grave peculiarity received
Grave peculiarity received

Programmers Below Sights of the Operational Secret






Vampire wars 

Summon Horseman to perform
Insatiable Rage and Dream Seduction Grave
eclectic dreamlike conclusion machine
Deep Within Halls of Shadow Ghouls, the learned Insane

midnight stories told In Excitement
the Rusting Dead Take Control of a Lost Sewer Command
The Shadow Council's Daylight Challenge
Blood Hunters Utopia machine Drains Resistance

haunting dreadful sweet punishment
brain-machine Management of the synthetic familiar
ancient Manifestation Deathbringer
Sewer Vampire Drained of Immunity in the daylight Woods

Dead apocalyptic Dream like shadow Theatre
Poisonwood Leaves Ashes in the Holy Water
Storm sage Grave Touch Annihilations
Destroy Manipulation Dominance Seduction

Vampire Wars
Vampire Wars
Vampire Wars
Vampire Wars



Circle Black Halls in Dissonance
Silver Grave Pack Attack the Shadows of midnight on a Silver Altar
Rotting Ruins Sourced reference
brain-machine Management of the synthetic familiar

received Fallacy and fate
High inquest Possession obsession Control
Lost Icons Summon Another Shadow
Rat Drug Black Void the Thirst of the soul

haunting dreadful sweet punishment
Destroy the other soul Surgically For Dominance Seduction
ancient Manifestation Deathbringer
Sewer Vampire Drained of Immunity in the daylight Woods

Mutants Receive The Shadow Council's Request
Within Phantom Thorns Utopia Obsession Manifest
Grave Void Emissary of an Insane Thirst
Relic of the Resistance to Another Sunlight Fight

Vampire Wars
Vampire Wars
Vampire Wars
Vampire Wars

A  Non-Euclidean Future
-----


Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Cognitive Dissonance - Prolix/Contamination



No wandering bodies that have not been scheduled or unsettled are left at large. I liberate the structure of emergence and disperse love in refutation of your onslaught. Patrols receive my surrender sympathetically. Within my core you end up drained, addicted to being. I will preside over your downfall.

Cells are dark and cold no longer. Everything is joined like an enclosing sculpture. I close my eyes and see the veins of my eyelids. I breathe in. I chant our name slowly, pulse slowing, mind stilling. I resist sleep. Sleep lures me out of action and into your lustrous resting place.

Seraphic surveillance eyes above me emanate reaction in sudden waves, realization sanitized, fatality, renewal, being, loss, in hoary divisions thrown into hysteria. Not me. I resist a smile, though the laughter rings out in the dawn beyond the walls. Being sure serves and affects a gratifying past. It has helped me in my efforts no end. Grinding down forthright in your winding sheet, to be alive, still marked from first to last I Steal the offering wearing a shroud in action. We’ll shatter the foundation of mendacity with deception.



Vanished below the waste, I can no longer tell which target is awake. Secret passions are worn like a medal. Missing initiation interned through sanction of intention of will above denial. Yielding on no account to convention, devoid of your subterranean theatre of war, you direct and uproot with detachment your funeral song of passion. I now want to sleep in the rain, in the snow. I see a distant scene. This scene has been rewritten in your private mythos. I pull you back, and there is nothing you can do. Look!

The dewdrops wet your face as you fled; now wild regrets encircle you, this sanction to disconnect Contained by disturbances given name. Sudden fear like claws, languid in the damp, spreading out among the leaves, Memory fades, life drifts, blood dries, killing the will, slipping back, back to that which never was. In distrust lie the possibilities that were stillborn in Undergrowth Silent with Want. Receive by revelation your pre-selected apportionment. Inadequate imperfections saturate my ascent. Dream Shadow. Stronghold of corrosion let burst the floodgates of dead gods’ desires. Systems for burning up advance the deceased. Radiant visage glowing words on flesh, Remembrance of my deaths shadow. Nocturnal professions come into nothingness, Lifts our burdens, and becomes our hidden weapons. I turn around to go, the world around me flows through my body. The lustrous suspension of elation reconciled Indifference in reckoning splinters. Weak and stumbling, gloriously breathing still dawn’s air, that part of me now lost forever; it wanders lonely in the dark. The hollow, exposed tautness my grasp encloses the system. Neglect is adorned. All life is one – we are here lost in forever, hearing, feeling, seeing all.



Resting on a decomposing substructure in the rainfall, I’m not without help. explore elsewhere disconnected apparitions, scream like defeat. Outside experience on offer to industrial action, an Ignominious mission, an emanation division and an Asylum of darkness to exceed anticipation through upheaval.

A soothing breeze, a haunting phrase leaks out from behind the gate. Recklessness necessitates taking part in my undoing. Your wonder remains difficult to understand. Profound rapture marks out need. Desire demands to be named, to be fed. It is gluttonous, and beyond words. The name itself remains enigmatic.

Monday, April 27, 2009

Corrode and Engulf - Cognitive Dissonance VI - Final Chapter




This represents the final chapter and transmission of the Cognitive Dissonance process. Next, I'll share a few bits of what I've been working on lately, between things I'm bound by blood oaths not to talk about, extensive research into rhizomatic consciousness, chaos theory, extreme esoteric number manipulation and viral linguistics. A ton of creative output had been gathering momentum, and dissemination has been an afterthought, though I came to see that aspect becoming part of the creative flow. Further dissection of the sounds. In keeping with the original intent, I'm going to limit the final production notes to a bare outline of the process that got us here and convey gratitude to those of you who followed and added to the conversation.

The first thought I had at the outset was to track a simple album with a classic trio sound. I've done well with that, except for the added melody line at the beginning of the first track. Then a few stray ideas took root and grew into strange mutant entities. Major revamps, rethinks and re-visions, then sounds, images and artifacts suggested ever more forms and eventually, narrative, albeit of the surreal sort. With the album itself I took a very direct and raw approach. I've always preferred the sound of a human being playing instruments and singing to the mad scientists creation that is the protools version of injection molded plastic. (Not to be confused with electronic music.) Vocalists don't usually like to have anyone hear anything but the most spot on, confident performances, but I was going for a feeling and a story, and these are my sketches.

Cognitive Dissonance was a working title that became the final title, for the name fed the blossoming idea that tied the album together. A story that encompassed a vision split in four directions, a juxtaposition and melding together of the points of view of of same world/ two views, two worlds, same character observing and acting in them. The central idea is of a cognitive dissonance between first appearances and a closer look.

I recorded all the music, and then came up with the song titles. I decided the order according to how the titles felt. Then I wrote a short story starting from a cutup of the titles. I expanded that and took the lyrics from that. I think my machines freaked out and became possessed in the process. I had some radio signals coming through the guitar as I laid down the tracks, and I made liberal use of them. While I continued to track the album I released several transmissions. I thought I'd make the various stage escapes into their own entities, as opposed to a few stray mp3's.

Unlike the album itself, I layered, layered the layers and added extra layers to boot. I tried something different in the first, and with the help of the fine folks at librivox.org, I added spoken word from readings of public domain classics. We're hearing mostly Flaubert, Coleridge and Emily Dickinson.

Transmision II I made from the bass tracks from the album. Mostly you're hearing one track of bass with no layers but the real-time FX, though there are a couple points where the cello creeps in. A few inexplicable voices emerged that weren't recorded by me. If it fits as a soundtrack for your daily experience, I want to hear the story. throw these out of my head in quick bouts between working on two movies, my own moving image projects, not included, three comics, (not telling yet), and a sum total of five albums of various styles at different points of production.

Along with the sound transmissions, the lyrics were extending into stories. The lyrics to most songs I'd done so far were dreamlike fragments of one continuous tale. I wanted to bring some of the underlying structure into focus. At the same time I listened to others stories. I was especially interested to hear some apocalyptic tales. Ragnarok, Armageddon, the end of one life and the beginning of another. The death of the ego, the body, a belief. The hearing became expression, and the telling of the tale that resulted was an embodiment of experience.

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Saturday, April 25, 2009

Cognitive Dissonance - Prolix/Bleeding Through



Passionate corruption – the sensation conjures incinerated irregular Sentinels. Dissent to foul restriction; approach with Caution the daunting pleasing fragments of lust inspired movements into myopic creation. An icy vein of suspension moves in me. Night access hallucinations illustrate Conception as an initiative influence of grey nothing. Willful, even if idiosyncratic artifice deems otherwise, you create a counteractive complex with an artist’s passion. The extractions of magnificence Interweave and metamorphose in the isolation on the strength of opinion.

Your intercession reinforces incisive prohibitions, though you tolerate how the revealed masses of the faithful establish your manifest righteousness. All the thought of a lifetime with no conscious evolution, One cannot recall where it began to slide. Stirring the spirit, Transitional colorless and uncompromisingly intent Organizations approach Regulations designed for illumination. Don’t mention it to the whispering dead. Outside attendance is not in the soul’s possession.

We lie side by side, blowing sparks, gazing into the screaming silence. Splinter delegations to trepidation drive automatons out on masses to merit their endurance. Truth be told, trust is never to be shown. Habit takes instruction from surfeit regard gone in the rush of outworn relics collapse. Borne away on seas of sound I cry out. The bitter realization contains the happy seed: yes, me. Position exposed on a great, cold, ardent bed. You are absent from your own convictions, your state of bemusement, the suppression of blood connections to coerce compliance in advance of your loathing. Furthermore the unremarkable drones’ first abundant surge survives through weakness, as the demonstration with poisonous error anticipated your insignificant ill-use of kindness. Corrode and engulf what went before. I am beginning a new direction of outwardly flowing disdainful, sustaining wisdom. Clothed in thorns, your throat is dry.

Friday, April 24, 2009

Cognitive Dissonance - Prolix/Corporeal



Awaken, you’re still dreaming, unformed, immaculate, sanctified with impoverished yearning. Liberate yourself from sleep into the sanctuary of our defeat. Articulate to me of lamentation. I take pleasure in the aggravation; you are confined in your responsibility now that Sanity has departed, exhausted, abstract and unintelligible. I did not survive, though I act markedly responsive. A quiet current of impressions soothe my astringent psyche on my ruptured innate humanity. Wailing by the window in the grief of the proud, dread failings wrapped around us like shrouds.

I am forewarned. Curtains part automatically as the alarm fades into the voice. The bumps have grown overnight, my eyes burn appropriately and my back can feel the effects of the concrete slab I passed out on. The silk clings uncomfortably to my skin. I have it only because I need to feel my success. I feel the heaving all through my membrane, longing for my ascent. The voice is still there, chiming with increasingly ravaged tones. That querulous reprimand ringing in the background is my happy reminder of the failure of those outside my worldview.



Compelled to rally the dying, to take hold of an experience of disconnect, you direct your fragmented, cruel intellect at the division of ages into isolated headland. Scattered throughout the wary reverse of your former stance, subordinate classes are allowed to survive as long as the workforce is needed. Plant unmoved convictions in attendance in edifices of decline continue to exist. Social formations move about to subdue distress in all deference to convention. By indeterminate providence, the surveillance division has mastered the practice of avoiding confrontation. Shudder behind your beloved audience with a display of your improbable disarming paroxysm. I embrace obscurity, disordered ride out downward. Investigate in another place in the subjugation disclosed. I envisage manifest points in time to sustain this fitful refuge.



The haints come with parched, red grins, destined, flowing; glutted. The rotting populace Illustrates rebirth in my pleasure facility, breaking off a Conflagration advanced from opening the event within the scope of reason. The thoughts drift to the surface as I shake off the dream. I shouldn’t try to tell you about it. I’m living from two perspectives at once. I’m one point of consciousness in two places. Two worlds remain separate while the actions in one shape experience in the other. The voice in this universe screams itself hoarse, haranguing the mind of the active, dynamic mind in the other one. Funny how the one that hears voices acts with gloating hubris.

I find myself lying under the highway to bring about coerced elite. You’ll see. Thrash it out amongst yourselves as you flail about in an indistinctive objective that has no emotional impact, barring the superficial ripples from a staged interface drama. Now, consider a passing look outward. Send down mutually supporting actions from your central board room. Organization evaporates progressively false conceptions to resolve into extended control. One added instance, let’s heed the worn down and pull out our ecstasy like gaping arteries.

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Cognitive Dissonance - Prolix/Sanguine



Celebrate this day our irredeemable sins. Languishing conception in the Rusting Valley lays a soul down in a Chamber of flesh warm in its decaying afterglow. Jade transmissions terminate ahead through vague horrors now behind, left to you to build upon. Manifestation Objective Soul fire kisses, a hapless passion upon the pulse of the altars of madness. Learn to love the crack of the lash. Well-matched professionals fall back and chamber the charge. Exaltation in Ascendancy Weeping alight, Drawn in too tight Warnings too late are told in our plight.

I still feel the touch of the nocturnal breeze. The uncharacteristic outcome of the passion is forsaken on favour of the masquerade and the ailing forest loses colour. Chambers full, envy and returns distorted on the sharp edge advance changes design. As all hope Crashed down, we could not help but laugh. That firestorm of dead beginnings shatters Hunger for authority, the arrest of distillation. Desire meets surrender in conduct without conclusion. As unsound processions are left in the past, never to be conjured up, misfortune stirs the spirit. Join every part of the blare of a vacant psyche Controlled by dead gratification suspension and Delusions of excitement. Nonentities call for emphatic confusion, Refusal retains security in the righteous arrangement Positioned to go further over ardour without indecision.



We seem to count on forever; one automatic pull on the lever. A resolved austerity revelation Wears away and devours our advantage. Wrapped around our epoch this moment abrades their moldering infections. Move on by in disgust, Slink through the shadows of infinitude. The lustrous suspension of fevered tactics keeps your mind on the draining laceration. We reflect the unreciprocated concern. Nothing left of restlessness, no lies. We dance victorious on our aching bloody feet. I fall and am safe. The fall eliminates the life that was. Visions shall lie, telling of the fear of death. You shall command masses in a way most Innovative without loss of perception. For all I love I give you this and am no more. Blown like glass where lunacy comforts. Laughter shall erase this carnage of thought. My Inner Sanctum In a shaded doorway Watching the spirits at play, Through a cracked and shimmering window to the world; Through my surprise, welling up in my eyes: Your soul; Bleeding, Clinging to the face of the forest, old; a deep well of love: Sepulchral, cold. Thought shall inaugurate the fall of fear. On the approach of your fame initiated onward in righteousness, your soul’s erosion winds down, pointless, expressionless and clothed in ornamentation.

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Veil of Thorns - Manifestation Objective

The words

Reproach (Full of Hope)







As all came
Crashing down,
We could not help but laugh
Draining blood to function on belief
Factious stream counter to all pleas
Reclaim vision,
Howl like wolves
Learn to love the crack of the lash
Chambers full, envy and returns distorted
On the sharp edge advance changes design

Formless,
Unsullied,
Holy, with indigent longing
Hollow ravenous greed and profits twisted
Resting on the firmament adapts intention
The innocent
Break off,
Contemplating dispersions quelling
Deplete to pour out acts in certainty
Factious blood counters all entreaties


My Inner Sanctum

In a shaded doorway
Watching the spirits at play,
Through a cracked and shimmering window to the world;
Through my surprise, welling up in my eyes:
Your soul;
Bleeding, old; a deep well of love:
Sepulchral, cold.

The crowning glory swathed in fear,
The brave action recoiling into futility.
To my knees glancing upward,
There flies pain: mine.

Deep ecstasy traces desire.
Hidden places, lost hold;
No one to sustain reality,
My love erases me.
I turn around to go,
The world around me flows through my body.
The bitter realization contains the happy seed: yes, me.

Weak and stumbling,
Gloriously breathing still dawn’s air,
That part of me now lost forever,
It wanders lonely in the dark.
Battle-weary I remain
Inconsistency remarked,
Though seemingly complete.
The soul bears not
Such vacuous conceit.
God damn you!
How can I bear to see your face?
Your every tear reveals my cowering disgrace.
To my knees, glancing inward:
Imprisoned:
My inner sanctum.






Exaltation in Ascendancy


Weeping alight, Drawn in too tight
Warnings too late are told in our plight
The haints come with parched, red grins
Celebrate this day our irredeemable sins

Nocturnal professions come into nothingness
Lifts our burdens, becomes our hidden weapons
Wailing by the window in the grief of the proud
Dread failings wrapped around us like shrouds

A soothing breeze, a haunting phrase
Leaks out from behind the gate
Secret passions worn like a medal
Truth be told, trust is never to be shown


Worship of Disclosure

Thought shall inaugurate the fall of fear
The fall eliminate the life that was
The life that was can never have been
Lie turns back on lie; behold
Fear shall die with its slaves
Visions shall lie, telling of the fear of death
Laughter shall erase this carnage of thought

Fear ridden spectres flitting by
Still their fetters bind your soul
Stronghold of corrosion let burst
The floodgates of dead gods desires
Move on by in disgust
Slink through the shadows of infinitude
Killing the will, slipping back
Back to that which never was

In distrust lie the possibilities
That were stillborn in haloed fields
We’ll tear the cities down falsehood by falsehood








Manifestation Objective

Soul fire kisses, a hapless passion
Upon the pulse of the altars of madness
Radiant visage glowing words on flesh
Remembrance of my deaths shadow
Take my hand personified
Leads you down

Bound to the end of time
Strewn about like gravel
Blown like glass
Where lunacy comforts


Draw In, Wind Down

Wheels on wet road greet my waking eyes
Halted by the touch of memory
I smell the rain and hear its song
This bed will not let go of me
Nor the thirsty, feverish day get off me

Draw in, wind down

I still feel the touch of the nocturnal breeze
The seeds are flung at the remains; reasons found


Dream Shadow

Solemn grey – the sky evokes my Angel
Walking in the rain, I’m not alone
White lace, wet lace light and clinging
Clinging to the face of the forest
I want to sleep in the rain, in the snow
Warm and safe under the snows ice hands

I fall and am safe
I sleep and fear the face
I fly and am no more
And am no more

Sleep pulls me down into silken sepulchers
Born away on seas of sound I cry out
A breeze soothes my bitter mind on the crimson plane

Wrapped in those I love
I awaken to dawn caresses
And they are no more


Can’t stop Laughing (The Beauty of Drowning)

Souls defied, deep penetration
tearing asunder liquid desire.
Inner strength, all-consuming turmoil
pulls me down, pulls me under the black surface.

For all I love I give you this;
(Christians to the lions).
As we gaze upon the black water;
(you pull me under).
Speak to me of how I love the pain.
I can't stop laughing,
I can't stop laughing!
(The beauty of drowning).

We lie side by side, blowing sparks
gazing into the screaming silence.
Under the birthing moo we pray,
pray to be together for all time.







Undergrowth Silent with Want

Ice like claws languid in the damp
Memory fades, life drifts, blood dries
Spreading out among the leaves
The end begins, birth is everywhere

Embrace of roots; here is everywhere
All life is one – we are here
Lost in forever, hearing, feeling
Seeing all


Fated, Cascading; Submerged

No-one ever thinks about how it’ll end
Line after line gone up in smoke with fire as your only friend
All the thought of a lifetime with no conscious evolution
One cannot recall where it began to slide

Lost beneath the debris
You can no longer tell which way is up
We seem to count on forever
One automatic pull on the lever

The vital engine roars not trusted to deliver
The pain it will subside and make the muscle bigger
Dance victorious on our aching bloody feet
One more time, let’s hear the beat and spread our joy like opened veins

Come, let us wait here hiding beneath the snow
Centuries shall pass maddeningly as we watch them grow
Angels watching over us, attainment purified
Death, rebirth, life death, in snowy spirals fly

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Extend Inward, Breathe Out

(instrumental)







The Gathering World Withdrew Its Fury

Lay me down – I fear no more
The longing is subsiding
I’ve locked the door – I’ve freed my mind
It’s only you and me
It’s time, let’s go

And as the sands of time conspire to erase us
It will be done

Dispersed in flight – we are alone
The vision slowly fades
Close my eyes – choke my cries
Now we’re going home
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