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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.