Our Subatomic Earth - Infinite
[M027] June 17, 2009
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1. Lacus Temporis (5:30)
2. Mare Vitalis (5:52)
3. Oceanus Procellarum (7:35)
4. Mare Crisium (7:21)
5. Palus Somni (5:37)
6. Mare Serenitatis (2:22)
Following two EPs of variable quality, this album exists as the final culmination of musical ideas and nearly-perfected production techniques, thus completing the sentence (imperative or interrogative, no one knows). For this recording to be fully realized, consider purchasing Charles Darwin's Origin of the Species and constructing your own cyclic model of the universe.
This was fully recorded, mixed, and mastered at The Homestead (one of the several Modicum of Silence studios) between May 6 and June 16, 2009. It was created entirely through open-source software on an IBM Thinkpad G40 running Ubuntu Studio. As always, all instrumentation, production, and lyrics are attributed to Nic Ross and released under a Creative Commons license.
"to what causation are we enabled as a being
derived from an infinite chain of purposes
sans reason, we are becoming, not of existence
retaining the form of the vessel in which we're contained
i know of many streams, yet none are so vile
as the stagnation of this fucking lake"
into the void of severance, separation of spheres
seamlessly spiraling, ad infinitum
somnambulant automaton, seize the isotope
for we are the multiverse, seclorum
a cesspool of selves in which one reigns supreme
and we'll die without intervention
savor the prerogative, eradicate the providence
triumph the sovereign, rejoice for freedom
and you'll rejoice and you'll
rejoice for your newfound existence
perpetuating the fallacy through a smile
bestow the candlelight unto your son as
you're merely the dominator 'til death do us part
"in this decrepit riverbed they oversee the sky
anxiously anticipating our calling to finalize
though what we realize is slim, i ask not but for you
to covet life together as atmospheres collapse
and we'll embrace and whisper to part
and we'll embrace and wither away
i feel our skin melding into one
fuck hermes, messenger of death
harassing the cattle to be slaughtered
no god gave a damn how i fucking existed
what life is there when everything is fire?
what hand in mine functions languidly as ashes?
i feel so livid"
finitely contracting to terminal convergence
what you were once was and again you'll breath
in vacuo, matter whispers genesis by fire
beckoning termination to part willingly
and ignite, reconfigure, become, and populate
relish the cycle anew