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Shirk - Haunted
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Lyrics:
Storm on the horizon
Air like molasses, it’s so heavy out here
Retrograde rising
Take a walk in the empty room to get your head clear
I love this city, so empty
Feels like it’s all for me
No name and no face
Like I’m free of it all
God I love this town sometimes
Don’t you love this town sometimes
When it’s you
It’s just you
And it’s you
It’s just you
It’s just you to yourself
When it’s you in the city
It’s just you in the sky
And it’s you in the city
It’s just you
It’s just you to yourself
To yourself
Just you to yourself
It’s you
原来是一座空城
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Lyrics:
I always wonder what it’s like to love you
If you were stuck there on my brain
I always wonder what it’s like to want you
If you would go into my vein
I like to think that you were thinking of me
Wrapped in your arms inside your head
I like to think that I could make you happy
If we could just make out instead
Ooh
But I’m just dancing
Ooh
Let the music do the thinking for you
I always wonder what it’s like to love you
If you were stuck there on my brain
I always wonder what it’s like to want you
If you would go into my vein
I like to think that you were thinking of me
Wrapped in your arms inside your head
I like to think that I could make you happy
If we could just make out instead
Ooh
But I’m just dancing
Ooh
Let the music do the thinking for you
Ooh
But I’m just dancing
But I’m just dancing on my own
Ooh
Let the music do the thinking for you
Let the music do the thinking for you
No need to push the things you feel tonight
And if you feel like yourself
If you still feel alright
And I don’t wanna be the way you were before
I wanna be yours
I’ll admit it’s my fault
That we always get caught up in something
I’ll admit I was feeling
Feeling alone
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‘Per Form’ is an exploration through music and contemporary dance into what it means to perform our lives. Between November 2018 and May 2019, Benjamin Dunkerley AKA Shurk collaborated with the Actual Size Dance Company (GSA) to create the original soundtrack for Per Form - a 54 minute conceptual dance performance - which took place in the Ivy Arts Centre, Guildford, on the 11th of May, 2019.
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‘Per Form’ is an exploration through music and contemporary dance into what it means to perform our lives. Between November 2018 and May 2019, Benjamin Dunkerley AKA Shurk collaborated with the Actual Size Dance Company (GSA) to create the original soundtrack for Per Form - a 54 minute conceptual dance performance - which took place in the Ivy Arts Centre, Guildford, on the 11th of May, 2019.
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‘Per Form’ is an exploration through music and contemporary dance into what it means to perform our lives. Between November 2018 and May 2019, Benjamin Dunkerley AKA Shurk collaborated with the Actual Size Dance Company (GSA) to create the original soundtrack for Per Form - a 54 minute conceptual dance performance - which took place in the Ivy Arts Centre, Guildford, on the 11th of May, 2019.
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I truly cannot express my gratitude to Sama, an amazing collaborator who was there throughout the whole process tirelessly documenting the experience.
And of course, my utmost praise to every single choreographer and dancer within Actual Size Dance Company who made this collaboration possible. Please drop them a like at facebook.com/ASDCSurrey
Listen to the full album, 'Per Form', here:
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‘Per Form’ is an exploration through music and contemporary dance into what it means to perform our lives. Between November 2018 and May 2019, Benjamin Dunkerley AKA Shurk collaborated with the Actual Size Dance Company (GSA) to create the original soundtrack for Per Form - a 54 minute conceptual dance performance - which took place in the Ivy Arts Centre, Guildford, on the 11th of May, 2019.
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I truly cannot express my gratitude to Sama, an amazing collaborator who was there throughout the whole process tirelessly documenting the experience.
And of course, my utmost praise to every single choreographer and dancer within Actual Size Dance Company who made this collaboration possible. Please drop them a like at facebook.com/ASDCSurrey
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‘Per Form’ is an exploration through music and contemporary dance into what it means to perform our lives. Between November 2018 and May 2019, Benjamin Dunkerley AKA Shurk collaborated with the Actual Size Dance Company (GSA) to create the original soundtrack for Per Form - a 54 minute conceptual dance performance - which took place in the Ivy Arts Centre, Guildford, on the 11th of May, 2019.
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Me. Who am I, if not a situation? What, if not a collection of consolidated singular performative events, is my essence? I am the manifestation of my machinations. I am not me.
‘Per Form’ is an exploration through music and contemporary dance into what it means to perform our lives. Between November 2018 and May 2019, Benjamin Dunkerley AKA Shurk collaborated with the Actual Size Dance Company (GSA) to create the original soundtrack for Per Form - a 54 minute conceptual dance performance - which took place in the Ivy Arts Centre, Guildford, on the 11th of May, 2019.
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Me. Who am I, if not a situation? What, if not a collection of consolidated singular performative events, is my essence? I am the manifestation of my machinations. I am not me.
‘Per Form’ is an exploration through music and contemporary dance into what it means to perform our lives. Between November 2018 and May 2019, Benjamin Dunkerley AKA Shurk collaborated with the Actual Size Dance Company (GSA) to create the original soundtrack for Per Form - a 54 minute conceptual dance performance - which took place in the Ivy Arts Centre, Guildford, on the 11th of May, 2019.
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Me. Who am I, if not a situation? What, if not a collection of consolidated singular performative events, is my essence? I am the manifestation of my machinations. I am not me.
‘Per Form’ is an exploration through music and contemporary dance into what it means to perform our lives. Between November 2018 and May 2019, Benjamin Dunkerley AKA Shurk collaborated with the Actual Size Dance Company (GSA) to create the original soundtrack for Per Form - a 54 minute conceptual dance performance - which took place in the Ivy Arts Centre, Guildford, on the 11th of May, 2019.
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Me. Who am I, if not a situation? What, if not a collection of consolidated singular performative events, is my essence? I am the manifestation of my machinations. I am not me.
‘Per Form’ is an exploration through music and contemporary dance into what it means to perform our lives. Between November 2018 and May 2019, Benjamin Dunkerley AKA Shurk collaborated with the Actual Size Dance Company (GSA) to create the original soundtrack for Per Form - a 54 minute conceptual dance performance - which took place in the Ivy Arts Centre, Guildford, on the 11th of May, 2019.
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Me. Who am I, if not a situation? What, if not a collection of consolidated singular performative events, is my essence? I am the manifestation of my machinations. I am not me.
‘Per Form’ is an exploration through music and contemporary dance into what it means to perform our lives. Between November 2018 and May 2019, Benjamin Dunkerley AKA Shurk collaborated with the Actual Size Dance Company (GSA) to create the original soundtrack for Per Form - a 54 minute conceptual dance performance - which took place in the Ivy Arts Centre, Guildford, on the 11th of May, 2019.
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Me. Who am I, if not a situation? What, if not a collection of consolidated singular performative events, is my essence? I am the manifestation of my machinations. I am not me.
‘Per Form’ is an exploration through music and contemporary dance into what it means to perform our lives. Between November 2018 and May 2019, Benjamin Dunkerley AKA Shurk collaborated with the Actual Size Dance Company (GSA) to create the original soundtrack for Per Form - a 54 minute conceptual dance performance - which took place in the Ivy Arts Centre, Guildford, on the 11th of May, 2019.
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Me. Who am I, if not a situation? What, if not a collection of consolidated singular performative events, is my essence? I am the manifestation of my machinations. I am not me.
‘Per Form’ is an exploration through music and contemporary dance into what it means to perform our lives. Between November 2018 and May 2019, Benjamin Dunkerley AKA Shurk collaborated with the Actual Size Dance Company (GSA) to create the original soundtrack for Per Form - a 54 minute conceptual dance performance - which took place in the Ivy Arts Centre, Guildford, on the 11th of May, 2019.
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Me. Who am I, if not a situation? What, if not a collection of consolidated singular performative events, is my essence? I am the manifestation of my machinations. I am not me.
‘Per Form’ is an exploration through music and contemporary dance into what it means to perform our lives. Between November 2018 and May 2019, Benjamin Dunkerley AKA Shurk collaborated with the Actual Size Dance Company (GSA) to create the original soundtrack for Per Form - a 54 minute conceptual dance performance - which took place in the Ivy Arts Centre, Guildford, on the 11th of May, 2019.
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Me. Who am I, if not a situation? What, if not a collection of consolidated singular performative events, is my essence? I am the manifestation of my machinations. I am not me.
‘Per Form’ is an exploration through music and contemporary dance into what it means to perform our lives. Between November 2018 and May 2019, Benjamin Dunkerley AKA Shurk collaborated with the Actual Size Dance Company (GSA) to create the original soundtrack for Per Form - a 54 minute conceptual dance performance - which took place in the Ivy Arts Centre, Guildford, on the 11th of May, 2019.
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Full album forthcoming 14th June 2019
Performance film to follow
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So I know what this song means to me. What does it mean to you?
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Lyrics:
Fingernails are yellow and you hate the way you walk
God is long dead daddy, squeeze my hand, the Mandy talk
Lay me down in Venus caught the sunset
California hedonist, I love it
It’s ok, I’ll sleep in your bathroom
Lay my head on my shoulder for the last time
You read to me your poetry
Soft willow, the green big man parade
I hope you read eternally
Dandelion and burdock, lemonade
East side, I told you about my mother
And in the river grass
It’s just you,
And Foucault
And my bass guitar
And I’ve seen you walk on water
Let me wash your feet with my hair and my tears
I loved you in the runs
The last of the summer wine
In the end I hope you will follow
With the moa and the doa
The green and the brown
And the trees and the clouds
And the fields and the crowds
Swinburne Road is longer than I remember
Dandelion and burdock lemonade
It’s just you,
And Foucault
And my bass guitar
And I’ve seen you walk on water
Let me wash your feet with my hair and my tears
I loved you in the runs
The last of the summer wine
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In the beginning the ticking noise had been loud. It was fussy and obtrusive like a spoiled child, but free as the wind squeezing through the cracks in the drafty walls. But as the day wore on the sound seemed to become more restrained, tied down in its own little box of self-affirming noise. The change second by second was imperceptible to the naked ear, but over the course of the hours it became meeker, more formal and more unimposing. Still the seconds raced by, again and again, until all the seconds and all the ticks seemed to melt into one.
The man sat there in the late evening, collecting the dust of the world, unblinking as he watched the clock. Maybe he should do something? But no, that would require him to change, and he was tired, so tired. As it became night, the black numbers and the black clock faded gradually into obscurity. He could no longer see, and he was panicked. The ticking noise blurred into one, quieter and quieter and faster and faster until he looked back and in his dusty mind he suddenly realised he could not remember how it had been that beautiful morning. Eventually, after sitting all day, the clock struck midnight. A crow croaked outside the window, and the wind, which had been blowing forcefully all day, stopped squeezing through the cracks. All became still; the man blinked.
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Lyrics:
I felt the cosmos go quiet
On the ship a little mad from the silence
Trying to buy time, had to redirect
Head towards the noise, I had to reconnect
Never kept in touch but enemies are
In reach or step at all times
I check the radar to make sure it isn’t offline
And between now and the past I keep a faultline
It doesn’t help
Everything seems to come full circle like fixed belts
I put a new stealth shield on the cruiser ship
Paranoid but what a joy to cruise in it
People ask why I reflect: it’s to recoup my grip
On some ass… wait
I meant the task at hand
I’m in a bad place
Me versus myself I’m in a drag race
It’s pretty fast paced
Lately I’ve been viewing life from a sad face
Though I came made it a necessity to have brash ways
Searching my shadows
Where have you been
Drifting through nothing
What have you seen
Do you remember the journey so far
Floating through echoes
Where did it start
Back on Earth I heard they had a Buddha
And gods
What are gods
They’re everybody seeing masks screwed up
And my thoughts probably aren’t mine to begin with
Just a raindrop in the cloud of existence
Looming over the towers of memories for hours on end
It’s kind of sick
But I tend to reminisce too much on old friends so
When I visit after trips I’m still distant at heart
Life and all its maze will keep you living in the dark if it could
I’ll be in the dark with my hood high
Sith vibes in the ark
Never switched sides
Got a good eye for potential
But people rarely see their own potential
Saw my name went after it like we had issues
Now I’m on a lone space venture
Searching my shadows
Where have you been
Drifting through nothing
What have you seen
Do you remember the journey so far
Floating through echoes
Where did it start
Cosmic wanderer no waving wands and stuff
Never pondered enemies or why they’re fond of us
It’s obvious: we do our thing, just do your thing
Seeing reflections in my gold plutonium rings grew normal
Most of which were warped though
I think that’s when the top hat became a fur coat
Perspectives change in the caves and the morse code
‘Cause it never rains in space
Just a lone space wanderer
I can see your skies under me
But drifting through this place made me humbler
So many stars I forgot what the jungle was
Look around and enjoy what’s in front of us
And all the pose: just leave them in the dust
Like I leave my piece of crust
No need to be bloated
Potent, so you may see my chi floating
You know after all the gravity is zero here
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For so long our desolate planet has suffered us our existence. Even the mightiest rivers trickled parched through the cracks of barren land. When the void appeared, it gave us hope: a chance to rebuild far away. We would not make the same mistakes again.
In a glade of frosted white-tipped flowers there had stood an ancient cherry blossom. I remember how we had spent our first night together there, relishing in our newfound love. But when the void appeared, we found it scorched and withered, consumed by a cruel inferno, and the world burned and burned and we wept for our past and for our future.
As the day drew closer, I knew my task was futile. Tomorrow I would be called to duty; tomorrow I would be sent into the void. I was considered by many a hero, the ‘bravest explorer of the final frontier,’ the saviour of our race. I never disclosed my true peril to her... I knew I would never return. On the last night we stood on the edge of our bitter world and felt the dry wind on our hair, hand in hand as the dusts of the once fertile plains swept around us.
In the end we were twelve: twelve mothers and fathers, each of us courageous pioneers, each of us desperate in our hope. Was there surely a new world beyond that great cataclysm in the sky? As we departed from our world and travelled towards our brighter future, I pondered our diminishing hope. I pondered how our race struggled to survive even in a dying universe from which none could escape, and yet we believed that the void would set us free.
Approaching that terrible cataclysm, I was filled with awe - a relentless surge of fear, abhorrence and wonder that filled my entire being. I could see it in the eyes of my companions too. As our vessel began to buckle beneath extraordinary pressures, I closed my eyes. What fate awaited us when we passed the event horizon, none could say. The night was pulsing; it knew no fear.
In that brief moment we travelled billions of light years. I became too enthralled with a rapturous fear to remember anything other than the incessant cruel voices whispering in my ears. It was surely the voices of the gods, of the atrocious divine few who have toyed so mercilessly with us, their puppets. And then suddenly, all was calm. We had passed through the restless fourth dimension to find a sky entirely empty save for one solitary earth-like planet that utterly filled our horizon. A grave feeling descended upon us then, as we acknowledged that this was our only option. Fuel reserves were nearly dry, and its gravity pulled us ever downwards in a relentless spiral.
And so I sit here, writing my final goodbye. Of the twelve explorers, I am the last survivor, all alone in this cruel, callous world, reeling with a broken heart and broken hope. We longed for something new, but this planet is no utopia. Indeed, it is as parched and cold as our own. My mouth aches for water; every word I write causes pain. There is no solace in the grit and the ash, just shattered dreams in an accursed universe. I think I shan’t last another day, however I simply hope this message reaches somebody before…
And so just over a year later by human standards, the lone wanderer arrived to find eleven shabbily dug graves and one solitary skeleton, its spacesuit lying to its right. And he wept: a most terrible piercing cry totally absent of tears. He cradled the skull in his own skeletal hands and cursed this unfeeling dying universe to which he was still a slave. And then he noticed a brace of scarlet, blood-like flowers growing on the skull like a majestic crown, like a candle in the dark, and he was glad.
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For so long our desolate planet has suffered us our existence. Even the mightiest rivers trickled parched through the cracks of barren land. When the void appeared, it gave us hope: a chance to rebuild far away. We would not make the same mistakes again.
In a glade of frosted white-tipped flowers there had stood an ancient cherry blossom. I remember how we had spent our first night together there, relishing in our newfound love. But when the void appeared, we found it scorched and withered, consumed by a cruel inferno, and the world burned and burned and we wept for our past and for our future.
As the day drew closer, I knew my task was futile. Tomorrow I would be called to duty; tomorrow I would be sent into the void. I was considered by many a hero, the ‘bravest explorer of the final frontier,’ the saviour of our race. I never disclosed my true peril to her... I knew I would never return. On the last night we stood on the edge of our bitter world and felt the dry wind on our hair, hand in hand as the dusts of the once fertile plains swept around us.
In the end we were twelve: twelve mothers and fathers, each of us courageous pioneers, each of us desperate in our hope. Was there surely a new world beyond that great cataclysm in the sky? As we departed from our world and travelled towards our brighter future, I pondered our diminishing hope. I pondered how our race struggled to survive even in a dying universe from which none could escape, and yet we believed that the void would set us free.
Approaching that terrible cataclysm, I was filled with awe - a relentless surge of fear, abhorrence and wonder that filled my entire being. I could see it in the eyes of my companions too. As our vessel began to buckle beneath extraordinary pressures, I closed my eyes. What fate awaited us when we passed the event horizon, none could say. The night was pulsing; it knew no fear.
In that brief moment we travelled billions of light years. I became too enthralled with a rapturous fear to remember anything other than the incessant cruel voices whispering in my ears. It was surely the voices of the gods, of the atrocious divine few who have toyed so mercilessly with us, their puppets. And then suddenly, all was calm. We had passed through the restless fourth dimension to find a sky entirely empty save for one solitary earth-like planet that utterly filled our horizon. A grave feeling descended upon us then, as we acknowledged that this was our only option. Fuel reserves were nearly dry, and its gravity pulled us ever downwards in a relentless spiral.
And so I sit here, writing my final goodbye. Of the twelve explorers, I am the last survivor, all alone in this cruel, callous world, reeling with a broken heart and broken hope. We longed for something new, but this planet is no utopia. Indeed, it is as parched and cold as our own. My mouth aches for water; every word I write causes pain. There is no solace in the grit and the ash, just shattered dreams in an accursed universe. I think I shan’t last another day, however I simply hope this message reaches somebody before…
And so just over a year later by human standards, the lone wanderer arrived to find eleven shabbily dug graves and one solitary skeleton, its spacesuit lying to its right. And he wept: a most terrible piercing cry totally absent of tears. He cradled the skull in his own skeletal hands and cursed this unfeeling dying universe to which he was still a slave. And then he noticed a brace of scarlet, blood-like flowers growing on the skull like a majestic crown, like a candle in the dark, and he was glad.
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For so long our desolate planet has suffered us our existence. Even the mightiest rivers trickled parched through the cracks of barren land. When the void appeared, it gave us hope: a chance to rebuild far away. We would not make the same mistakes again.
In a glade of frosted white-tipped flowers there had stood an ancient cherry blossom. I remember how we had spent our first night together there, relishing in our newfound love. But when the void appeared, we found it scorched and withered, consumed by a cruel inferno, and the world burned and burned and we wept for our past and for our future.
As the day drew closer, I knew my task was futile. Tomorrow I would be called to duty; tomorrow I would be sent into the void. I was considered by many a hero, the ‘bravest explorer of the final frontier,’ the saviour of our race. I never disclosed my true peril to her... I knew I would never return. On the last night we stood on the edge of our bitter world and felt the dry wind on our hair, hand in hand as the dusts of the once fertile plains swept around us.
In the end we were twelve: twelve mothers and fathers, each of us courageous pioneers, each of us desperate in our hope. Was there surely a new world beyond that great cataclysm in the sky? As we departed from our world and travelled towards our brighter future, I pondered our diminishing hope. I pondered how our race struggled to survive even in a dying universe from which none could escape, and yet we believed that the void would set us free.
Approaching that terrible cataclysm, I was filled with awe - a relentless surge of fear, abhorrence and wonder that filled my entire being. I could see it in the eyes of my companions too. As our vessel began to buckle beneath extraordinary pressures, I closed my eyes. What fate awaited us when we passed the event horizon, none could say. The night was pulsing; it knew no fear.
In that brief moment we travelled billions of light years. I became too enthralled with a rapturous fear to remember anything other than the incessant cruel voices whispering in my ears. It was surely the voices of the gods, of the atrocious divine few who have toyed so mercilessly with us, their puppets. And then suddenly, all was calm. We had passed through the restless fourth dimension to find a sky entirely empty save for one solitary earth-like planet that utterly filled our horizon. A grave feeling descended upon us then, as we acknowledged that this was our only option. Fuel reserves were nearly dry, and its gravity pulled us ever downwards in a relentless spiral.
And so I sit here, writing my final goodbye. Of the twelve explorers, I am the last survivor, all alone in this cruel, callous world, reeling with a broken heart and broken hope. We longed for something new, but this planet is no utopia. Indeed, it is as parched and cold as our own. My mouth aches for water; every word I write causes pain. There is no solace in the grit and the ash, just shattered dreams in an accursed universe. I think I shan’t last another day, however I simply hope this message reaches somebody before…
And so just over a year later by human standards, the lone wanderer arrived to find eleven shabbily dug graves and one solitary skeleton, its spacesuit lying to its right. And he wept: a most terrible piercing cry totally absent of tears. He cradled the skull in his own skeletal hands and cursed this unfeeling dying universe to which he was still a slave. And then he noticed a brace of scarlet, blood-like flowers growing on the skull like a majestic crown, like a candle in the dark, and he was glad.
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For so long our desolate planet has suffered us our existence. Even the mightiest rivers trickled parched through the cracks of barren land. When the void appeared, it gave us hope: a chance to rebuild far away. We would not make the same mistakes again.
In a glade of frosted white-tipped flowers there had stood an ancient cherry blossom. I remember how we had spent our first night together there, relishing in our newfound love. But when the void appeared, we found it scorched and withered, consumed by a cruel inferno, and the world burned and burned and we wept for our past and for our future.
As the day drew closer, I knew my task was futile. Tomorrow I would be called to duty; tomorrow I would be sent into the void. I was considered by many a hero, the ‘bravest explorer of the final frontier,’ the saviour of our race. I never disclosed my true peril to her... I knew I would never return. On the last night we stood on the edge of our bitter world and felt the dry wind on our hair, hand in hand as the dusts of the once fertile plains swept around us.
In the end we were twelve: twelve mothers and fathers, each of us courageous pioneers, each of us desperate in our hope. Was there surely a new world beyond that great cataclysm in the sky? As we departed from our world and travelled towards our brighter future, I pondered our diminishing hope. I pondered how our race struggled to survive even in a dying universe from which none could escape, and yet we believed that the void would set us free.
Approaching that terrible cataclysm, I was filled with awe - a relentless surge of fear, abhorrence and wonder that filled my entire being. I could see it in the eyes of my companions too. As our vessel began to buckle beneath extraordinary pressures, I closed my eyes. What fate awaited us when we passed the event horizon, none could say. The night was pulsing; it knew no fear.
In that brief moment we travelled billions of light years. I became too enthralled with a rapturous fear to remember anything other than the incessant cruel voices whispering in my ears. It was surely the voices of the gods, of the atrocious divine few who have toyed so mercilessly with us, their puppets. And then suddenly, all was calm. We had passed through the restless fourth dimension to find a sky entirely empty save for one solitary earth-like planet that utterly filled our horizon. A grave feeling descended upon us then, as we acknowledged that this was our only option. Fuel reserves were nearly dry, and its gravity pulled us ever downwards in a relentless spiral.
And so I sit here, writing my final goodbye. Of the twelve explorers, I am the last survivor, all alone in this cruel, callous world, reeling with a broken heart and broken hope. We longed for something new, but this planet is no utopia. Indeed, it is as parched and cold as our own. My mouth aches for water; every word I write causes pain. There is no solace in the grit and the ash, just shattered dreams in an accursed universe. I think I shan’t last another day, however I simply hope this message reaches somebody before…
And so just over a year later by human standards, the lone wanderer arrived to find eleven shabbily dug graves and one solitary skeleton, its spacesuit lying to its right. And he wept: a most terrible piercing cry totally absent of tears. He cradled the skull in his own skeletal hands and cursed this unfeeling dying universe to which he was still a slave. And then he noticed a brace of scarlet, blood-like flowers growing on the skull like a majestic crown, like a candle in the dark, and he was glad.
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For so long our desolate planet has suffered us our existence. Even the mightiest rivers trickled parched through the cracks of barren land. When the void appeared, it gave us hope: a chance to rebuild far away. We would not make the same mistakes again.
In a glade of frosted white-tipped flowers there had stood an ancient cherry blossom. I remember how we had spent our first night together there, relishing in our newfound love. But when the void appeared, we found it scorched and withered, consumed by a cruel inferno, and the world burned and burned and we wept for our past and for our future.
As the day drew closer, I knew my task was futile. Tomorrow I would be called to duty; tomorrow I would be sent into the void. I was considered by many a hero, the ‘bravest explorer of the final frontier,’ the saviour of our race. I never disclosed my true peril to her... I knew I would never return. On the last night we stood on the edge of our bitter world and felt the dry wind on our hair, hand in hand as the dusts of the once fertile plains swept around us.
In the end we were twelve: twelve mothers and fathers, each of us courageous pioneers, each of us desperate in our hope. Was there surely a new world beyond that great cataclysm in the sky? As we departed from our world and travelled towards our brighter future, I pondered our diminishing hope. I pondered how our race struggled to survive even in a dying universe from which none could escape, and yet we believed that the void would set us free.
Approaching that terrible cataclysm, I was filled with awe - a relentless surge of fear, abhorrence and wonder that filled my entire being. I could see it in the eyes of my companions too. As our vessel began to buckle beneath extraordinary pressures, I closed my eyes. What fate awaited us when we passed the event horizon, none could say. The night was pulsing; it knew no fear.
In that brief moment we travelled billions of light years. I became too enthralled with a rapturous fear to remember anything other than the incessant cruel voices whispering in my ears. It was surely the voices of the gods, of the atrocious divine few who have toyed so mercilessly with us, their puppets. And then suddenly, all was calm. We had passed through the restless fourth dimension to find a sky entirely empty save for one solitary earth-like planet that utterly filled our horizon. A grave feeling descended upon us then, as we acknowledged that this was our only option. Fuel reserves were nearly dry, and its gravity pulled us ever downwards in a relentless spiral.
And so I sit here, writing my final goodbye. Of the twelve explorers, I am the last survivor, all alone in this cruel, callous world, reeling with a broken heart and broken hope. We longed for something new, but this planet is no utopia. Indeed, it is as parched and cold as our own. My mouth aches for water; every word I write causes pain. There is no solace in the grit and the ash, just shattered dreams in an accursed universe. I think I shan’t last another day, however I simply hope this message reaches somebody before…
And so just over a year later by human standards, the lone wanderer arrived to find eleven shabbily dug graves and one solitary skeleton, its spacesuit lying to its right. And he wept: a most terrible piercing cry totally absent of tears. He cradled the skull in his own skeletal hands and cursed this unfeeling dying universe to which he was still a slave. And then he noticed a brace of scarlet, blood-like flowers growing on the skull like a majestic crown, like a candle in the dark, and he was glad.
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For so long our desolate planet has suffered us our existence. Even the mightiest rivers trickled parched through the cracks of barren land. When the void appeared, it gave us hope: a chance to rebuild far away. We would not make the same mistakes again.
In a glade of frosted white-tipped flowers there had stood an ancient cherry blossom. I remember how we had spent our first night together there, relishing in our newfound love. But when the void appeared, we found it scorched and withered, consumed by a cruel inferno, and the world burned and burned and we wept for our past and for our future.
As the day drew closer, I knew my task was futile. Tomorrow I would be called to duty; tomorrow I would be sent into the void. I was considered by many a hero, the ‘bravest explorer of the final frontier,’ the saviour of our race. I never disclosed my true peril to her... I knew I would never return. On the last night we stood on the edge of our bitter world and felt the dry wind on our hair, hand in hand as the dusts of the once fertile plains swept around us.
In the end we were twelve: twelve mothers and fathers, each of us courageous pioneers, each of us desperate in our hope. Was there surely a new world beyond that great cataclysm in the sky? As we departed from our world and travelled towards our brighter future, I pondered our diminishing hope. I pondered how our race struggled to survive even in a dying universe from which none could escape, and yet we believed that the void would set us free.
Approaching that terrible cataclysm, I was filled with awe - a relentless surge of fear, abhorrence and wonder that filled my entire being. I could see it in the eyes of my companions too. As our vessel began to buckle beneath extraordinary pressures, I closed my eyes. What fate awaited us when we passed the event horizon, none could say. The night was pulsing; it knew no fear.
In that brief moment we travelled billions of light years. I became too enthralled with a rapturous fear to remember anything other than the incessant cruel voices whispering in my ears. It was surely the voices of the gods, of the atrocious divine few who have toyed so mercilessly with us, their puppets. And then suddenly, all was calm. We had passed through the restless fourth dimension to find a sky entirely empty save for one solitary earth-like planet that utterly filled our horizon. A grave feeling descended upon us then, as we acknowledged that this was our only option. Fuel reserves were nearly dry, and its gravity pulled us ever downwards in a relentless spiral.
And so I sit here, writing my final goodbye. Of the twelve explorers, I am the last survivor, all alone in this cruel, callous world, reeling with a broken heart and broken hope. We longed for something new, but this planet is no utopia. Indeed, it is as parched and cold as our own. My mouth aches for water; every word I write causes pain. There is no solace in the grit and the ash, just shattered dreams in an accursed universe. I think I shan’t last another day, however I simply hope this message reaches somebody before…
And so just over a year later by human standards, the lone wanderer arrived to find eleven shabbily dug graves and one solitary skeleton, its spacesuit lying to its right. And he wept: a most terrible piercing cry totally absent of tears. He cradled the skull in his own skeletal hands and cursed this unfeeling dying universe to which he was still a slave. And then he noticed a brace of scarlet, blood-like flowers growing on the skull like a majestic crown, like a candle in the dark, and he was glad.
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For so long our desolate planet has suffered us our existence. Even the mightiest rivers trickled parched through the cracks of barren land. When the void appeared, it gave us hope: a chance to rebuild far away. We would not make the same mistakes again.
In a glade of frosted white-tipped flowers there had stood an ancient cherry blossom. I remember how we had spent our first night together there, relishing in our newfound love. But when the void appeared, we found it scorched and withered, consumed by a cruel inferno, and the world burned and burned and we wept for our past and for our future.
As the day drew closer, I knew my task was futile. Tomorrow I would be called to duty; tomorrow I would be sent into the void. I was considered by many a hero, the ‘bravest explorer of the final frontier,’ the saviour of our race. I never disclosed my true peril to her... I knew I would never return. On the last night we stood on the edge of our bitter world and felt the dry wind on our hair, hand in hand as the dusts of the once fertile plains swept around us.
In the end we were twelve: twelve mothers and fathers, each of us courageous pioneers, each of us desperate in our hope. Was there surely a new world beyond that great cataclysm in the sky? As we departed from our world and travelled towards our brighter future, I pondered our diminishing hope. I pondered how our race struggled to survive even in a dying universe from which none could escape, and yet we believed that the void would set us free.
Approaching that terrible cataclysm, I was filled with awe - a relentless surge of fear, abhorrence and wonder that filled my entire being. I could see it in the eyes of my companions too. As our vessel began to buckle beneath extraordinary pressures, I closed my eyes. What fate awaited us when we passed the event horizon, none could say. The night was pulsing; it knew no fear.
In that brief moment we travelled billions of light years. I became too enthralled with a rapturous fear to remember anything other than the incessant cruel voices whispering in my ears. It was surely the voices of the gods, of the atrocious divine few who have toyed so mercilessly with us, their puppets. And then suddenly, all was calm. We had passed through the restless fourth dimension to find a sky entirely empty save for one solitary earth-like planet that utterly filled our horizon. A grave feeling descended upon us then, as we acknowledged that this was our only option. Fuel reserves were nearly dry, and its gravity pulled us ever downwards in a relentless spiral.
And so I sit here, writing my final goodbye. Of the twelve explorers, I am the last survivor, all alone in this cruel, callous world, reeling with a broken heart and broken hope. We longed for something new, but this planet is no utopia. Indeed, it is as parched and cold as our own. My mouth aches for water; every word I write causes pain. There is no solace in the grit and the ash, just shattered dreams in an accursed universe. I think I shan’t last another day, however I simply hope this message reaches somebody before…
And so just over a year later by human standards, the lone wanderer arrived to find eleven shabbily dug graves and one solitary skeleton, its spacesuit lying to its right. And he wept: a most terrible piercing cry totally absent of tears. He cradled the skull in his own skeletal hands and cursed this unfeeling dying universe to which he was still a slave. And then he noticed a brace of scarlet, blood-like flowers growing on the skull like a majestic crown, like a candle in the dark, and he was glad.
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For so long our desolate planet has suffered us our existence. Even the mightiest rivers trickled parched through the cracks of barren land. When the void appeared, it gave us hope: a chance to rebuild far away. We would not make the same mistakes again.
In a glade of frosted white-tipped flowers there had stood an ancient cherry blossom. I remember how we had spent our first night together there, relishing in our newfound love. But when the void appeared, we found it scorched and withered, consumed by a cruel inferno, and the world burned and burned and we wept for our past and for our future.
As the day drew closer, I knew my task was futile. Tomorrow I would be called to duty; tomorrow I would be sent into the void. I was considered by many a hero, the ‘bravest explorer of the final frontier,’ the saviour of our race. I never disclosed my true peril to her... I knew I would never return. On the last night we stood on the edge of our bitter world and felt the dry wind on our hair, hand in hand as the dusts of the once fertile plains swept around us.
In the end we were twelve: twelve mothers and fathers, each of us courageous pioneers, each of us desperate in our hope. Was there surely a new world beyond that great cataclysm in the sky? As we departed from our world and travelled towards our brighter future, I pondered our diminishing hope. I pondered how our race struggled to survive even in a dying universe from which none could escape, and yet we believed that the void would set us free.
Approaching that terrible cataclysm, I was filled with awe - a relentless surge of fear, abhorrence and wonder that filled my entire being. I could see it in the eyes of my companions too. As our vessel began to buckle beneath extraordinary pressures, I closed my eyes. What fate awaited us when we passed the event horizon, none could say. The night was pulsing; it knew no fear.
In that brief moment we travelled billions of light years. I became too enthralled with a rapturous fear to remember anything other than the incessant cruel voices whispering in my ears. It was surely the voices of the gods, of the atrocious divine few who have toyed so mercilessly with us, their puppets. And then suddenly, all was calm. We had passed through the restless fourth dimension to find a sky entirely empty save for one solitary earth-like planet that utterly filled our horizon. A grave feeling descended upon us then, as we acknowledged that this was our only option. Fuel reserves were nearly dry, and its gravity pulled us ever downwards in a relentless spiral.
And so I sit here, writing my final goodbye. Of the twelve explorers, I am the last survivor, all alone in this cruel, callous world, reeling with a broken heart and broken hope. We longed for something new, but this planet is no utopia. Indeed, it is as parched and cold as our own. My mouth aches for water; every word I write causes pain. There is no solace in the grit and the ash, just shattered dreams in an accursed universe. I think I shan’t last another day, however I simply hope this message reaches somebody before…
And so just over a year later by human standards, the lone wanderer arrived to find eleven shabbily dug graves and one solitary skeleton, its spacesuit lying to its right. And he wept: a most terrible piercing cry totally absent of tears. He cradled the skull in his own skeletal hands and cursed this unfeeling dying universe to which he was still a slave. And then he noticed a brace of scarlet, blood-like flowers growing on the skull like a majestic crown, like a candle in the dark, and he was glad.
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Taken from 'Into The Void' Album coming out on 2nd July (2018)
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In a glade of frosted white-tipped flowers there had stood an ancient cherry blossom. I remember very dearly how we had spent our first night together there, relishing in our newfound love. But when the void appeared, we found it scorched and withered, consumed by a cruel inferno, and the world burned and burned and we wept for our past and for our future.
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