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.