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. "Blind in the Silence" (0:00–4:45)
2. "A Priestess Out of Tune" (4:45–7:41)
3. "Heaven Fluorescent" (7:41–10:46)
4. "The Redwoods" (10:46–14:03)
lyrics
her incessantly panicked voice stains the night sky with holiness and devotion.
between the painted lines lit by neon signs,
she paces nervously, a peregrine amidst machines.
entrenched in pagan words, embittered in the parking lot.
exchanging tense dialogue, a telegraphic scene of fear.
there’s shelter in my embrace but havoc reigns beyond the door.
she clings to her surreptitious fiends like ailing vagaries of joy.
the trepidatious state of shock, how it shows in the physiognomy she employs.
but I am ageless, embracing chaos with sangfroid.
she needs an anchor, a telluric pillar of strength.
and I regret that I couldn’t carry us to the sunlit meadows you dreamt of.
but my knees buckled under the weight of our flaws and amplified my ailments.
we find ourselves ensconced in a complacency of romance, fractured in an instant.
this grand illusion that we’d set our hand and seal to a paper we can’t extricate from.
so tragic that our love presupposed was abandoned in the swale.
so elegant to witness hands on the knives of enmity and farces.
you’re broken down, so cynical, incapable of expression.
but when you smile it’s wonderful, so why disguise it?
who are you, my dear?
who blackened your heart?
intrinsic ego;
who are you, my dear?
an attempt to assuage her distress, our breathing frail and out of sync.
the hum of the fluorescent lights, surveilling over the parking lot.
these moments hang in the air like particles diffused and shorn.
she cradles cherished memories, the apneic silence deafening.
I’d move the redwoods west, to let the sun rise on my back.
and since the histrionics, we’ve been lost in the interim.
but if you and I could have found a way to ameliorate, I’d have taken the chance.
and as I trek back east, I’ll let the sun rise on my chest.
you just hold your head in your hands.
you’d exploit the ways to abnegate, but now it’s far too late.
I'm gently learning to internalize my faults.
but please understand, I won’t wait around for you.
I will never forgive you, but I’ll let the sun rise on my back.
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
