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Under the Labyrinth by Hyaena Fierling & MUTATE

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Released:November 8th, 2015
Length:00:42:23

HYAENA FIERLING & COMRADES: EMISSARIES

 

I. HF: MADRIGAL FOR SUGAR DOGS 18:52

II. HF & MUTATE: SUNRISE IN UTOPIA 04:29

III. HF & HORUS CHAMBER: BATTUE 04:09

IV. HF & MUTATE: UNDER THE LABYRINTH 02:36

V. HF: SISTER WOLFRAM 12:14

 

Hyaena Fierling: Sound sources, voice, editing, sequencing.

Mutate/Ade Bordicott: Prepared guitar on Sunrise in Utopia and voice on Under the Labyrinth.

Horus Chamber/Jo„o Carlos Silva: Voice on Battue.

"Battue" words by unknown/anonymous

"Under the Labyrinth words by C·rmen Serralva

 

Recorded and engineered in Birmingham, UK at Moving Owl, and in Aveiro, PT at Horusheim.

 

Thank you: Kate Igma, Ade Bordicott, JC Silva, C·rmen Serralva, Dr. Moneilho and everyone showing genuine support.

 

Dedicated to Manto and Ezekiel.

 

 

LYRICS:

 

 

BATTUE

 

where have you been hiding since the fall of man

 

where have you been hiding since the fall of man

 

I was born on the earth, with nothing sheltering my Mother and me, neither above nor below, in the coldest night of the year. at the same time, many others were born into cradles of heavy gold and silken down, in majestic palaces.

they were bathed in warm, blessed waters, and clothed in rich purple.

my first garment was my Mother's blood, smeared in the earth and the dust that stuck to my newborn body.

 

devils on thrones tickle your little puppet strings. "see your values in my mouth but do not watch the destruction in my hands." dance to the fickle tune of the national cause and vote against yourself. the devils laugh. so do you.

 

milk and honey, milk and honey, milk and honey, milk and honey, milk and honey, milk and honey, milk and honey, milk and honey, milk and honey, milk and honey, milk and honey, milk and honey, milk and honey, milk and honey, milk and honey, milk and honey, milk and honey, milk and honey, milk and honey, milk and honey, milk and honey, milk and honey, milk and honey, milk and honey, milk and honey, milk and honey, milk and honey, milk and honey, milk and honey, milk and honey, milk and honey, milk and honey, milk and honey, milk and honey

 

elephant dung in the bright green grass. milk and honey.

 

 

a day in the asylum's worth two in the underground

an ex-lover set your fingertips on fire. she whispers 'war and terror and death and kidnapping and lies and torture and bombs and decapitation.'

 

you loved her.

 

weight. if you run out of food eat yourself, fat worshippers of the whore of babylone. we. STOP! STOP!STOP!

those memories plague your right hand, convincing it to hold back your left.

 

like breathing the neon air of the future.

 

blink for future flight.

 

the novelty will wear off after you plan your first assassination. the spirit walked, and moses spoke.

just drive to the airport. get on a plane. fly to indianapolis, start a revolution. fly to chicago, smash everything. and freedom is yours, nothing is impossible, nothing is taboo.

once upon a time, they came for the converts. once upon a time, the converts were taken. once upon a time, we raped ourselves.

 

 

and we never stopped.

 

the man who says he does not know is the man to attack. do not leave it up to the scoundrels for they will reverse and intensify, replacing his ignorance with their own. do not leave it up to the scoundrels.

barricade the streets; the children are coming. they have torches and inflamed ideas.

 

 

 

UNDER THE LABYRINTH

 

lady goat's foot, crowbar

lick the fingers of thine bed as in the mire so in the virgins

if nothing is hermetic

nothing lacks me then

only I am with myself

and thus I know my waste

and who is ill with the vipers

is viviparously poisony

plumb me, my peach

my improyew wicker

with the sound of the rocks gathers - I come forth

serpent who of your slowness infurrows

sibilating at its back

as when you know you insult

the sultan that reaps you

you blame? - suck it - who wants to shame the soul-less?

you lick your lips and hire an empty stomach

A hunger or appetite? 

builder's shoes or fishmonger's feet 

you sharpen the thorn trees

hoodlum carnation

my brave disappeared Sebastian

person, who am i?

sack the spider

tuck the cunt

dove who grins  

venom snot

hurled guilt

I remain, grimmer

but here comes disillusionment and bites my breast sideways

wise-ass discovery that lightens up

not because of you, it's us

who by other grins

scratches the spiderweb and smiles

only light entrenches

i know what you want me for 

and early sweetly into jail

you awaken the pleasures 

that rejoice your leisures to which ilk isn't lacking 

but what do they say of duties 

crisis to the unbelievers 

yet I mourn your breath that for me has the sisterhood

and that always watches and is

delivers to who's got her

I long to make you laugh but look your moon nourishes my ears.

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