Deluxe double LP of "Decreation" pressed on nice quality, heavyweight 180g black vinyl, housed in a 350gsm deluxe gatefold jacket, hand-numbered and limited to 50 copies. If you would like, I will sign the record and throw in a little print of a photograph from the same roll of film that I shot the album cover on.
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Deluxe double LP of "Decreation" pressed on nice quality, heavyweight 180g black vinyl, housed in a 350gsm deluxe gatefold jacket, hand-numbered and limited to 50 copies. This is internally the same vinyl as the 1st pressing; the pressing plant alerted me of an accidental overage and sold me the remaining records at cost, which allows me to offer them to people at a more affordable pricepoint. Externally, these records will be numbered from #51–100 in silver ink, to distinguish them from the gold ink of the 1st pressing. They will also not include prints or stickers, because I ran out :(
Includes unlimited streaming of Decreation
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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This track is broken up into four parts:
1. "The Integrity of Incoherence" (0:00–3:33)
2. "Genuflect / Recompense" (3:33–7:17)
3. "Pyramid" (7:17–10:58)
4. "The Winds of Change" (10:58–13:50)
lyrics
come closer to see what you pillage from me.
I’m tired of counting clocks in sheer anticipation of your love’s neuroses.
pull further now from me.
watch me scream into decay.
I see no future here; just dejection remains to harbor resentment,
and suffering. abdication,
the integrity of incoherence.
our red carnation of dissolution.
our carnation.
I can’t recall how we began to fall;
these histories are marred by memories.
come closer to see the scars you whispered into me.
idolizing signs forever now,
satirizing knives forever now.
would she stumble over the hollow words she offers in resignation?
we pretend the ending is internalized.
I keep silent in her presence, praying for affirmation.
unfortunately, I’m met with insouciance.
she is the lead in my chest, dragging me underwater.
we pretend the ending is internalized.
she cries violently into the dark until our bodies depart
and our souls lay side by side, awaiting heaven’s despair.
bloodmist on the heavy air as
we pretend the ending is internalized.
genuflect before your gods.
recompense against the odds.
goddess or heathen?
take comfort in consequence;
this exercise is finalized.
the sinister sighs, the look in your eyes.
bite down on the veins in my neck.
fate bends, remaining pinned beneath your ribs.
put down your silken hair,
let me drink the water from your mouth.
set down your feign brocade,
let me lick the venom from your tongue.
a hedonist, a succubus.
your desolate bloodwhite tap crawls up the spine.
crawls up the spine,
our eyes intertwined.
crawls up the spine,
crawls up the spine,
crawls up.
put down your silken hair,
let me drink the water from your mouth.
set down your feign brocade,
let me lick the venom from your tongue.
your tears I deign to keep.
there are no ashes left to weep.
her hands invent the science of pain, delivered by a knife.
her hands form a perfect eclipse; she cuts into my throat.
and so we part, with the winds of change blowing at our backs.
with the moon as man and the sun as woman,
admire us as we clash for eternity.
take comfort in consequence;
this exercise is finalized.
take comfort in consequence;
this exercise is finalized.
Cermony's Ross John Farrar experiments with synths, bass, & percussion to make music similar to that from the '80s homemade tape scene. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 30, 2023
