Artist: Frantic Bleep
Release: The Sense Apparatus
Release: The Sense Apparatus
1. A Survey
Wait and see…
Come see the floodstricken areas!
The stretch of red boggy land
Tinware rendezvous
The age of the new manure!
Wait and see…
2. The Expulsion
By the web of umbilical cords
The Circletowers led their shadow lives
Soon upstairs, soon downstairs
As the puppets from Syrup
Inspired by the men with garters
With their tinware suits
Now I guess you wonder
What caused their disablement?
Wait and see
Duplicity!
The grumblers shirked their performance
They were heading for the building
To fight the natives
Beneath the bolted trapdoors
Their inconsistent war of extermination
The biggest game of chance
Into the quagmire of eternity
Witness the gartermen’s dance
3. Sins Of Omission
The man came down with a crash
He made a charge for admission
Running from wall to wall
Kill him or wet your pilow!
At dusk the exploited ones
Made their silent conspiracy
Ears caught words from the wind
Revolutionised their resistance
The omittance of their duties
And the crosses on the casket
Caused the storm of destruction
Over the world-worn continent
Nothing has been heard of me for so long
That they may well think me dead
I live alone in my heaven
In my devotion, in my song
The ruins became the new scenery
We thought they no longer smiled
Now it has escaped their notice
May they pester us again!
4. But A Memory
The king abdicates
In favour of one’s son
Ruined by the waves
Of cold and distant spirals
In the corners they were moulded
The two hailstorm spears
With moat protection
From time immemorial
Carvings bore testimony to
The three Circletowers
Behind the rock walls
He mourned his children
Deceived by the wrought-iron gates
Four summers from the arrival
The watchmen of the forest lands
Went through with their task
5. Mausolos
The winds of Sunday told us
Where we could find hell
To behold the morning after
The poor in spirit lies
Artemisia, please teach us
To preserve the withered flies
The winds of Sunday told us
Where we could find hell
The leaves of October told them
That we scrutinised it well
Please teach us to preserve the withered flies!
6. Curtainraiser
Dance, dance, dance, my little fairy queen
That is the most beautiful fairy circle I’ve ever seen
No contradictions, only sinful celebration
Play to the gallery
Honour the dead
Have you noticed that the doll has lost her head
Relax, my little fairy queen
She did tremble like an aspen leaf
No contradictions, only sinful celebration
No celebration, only sinful contradictions
Relax, my little fairy queen
She did tremble like an aspen leaf
My partners, the ship is bearing due east
If you miss the banquet, the royal feast
7. Mandaughter
Faster, faster!
They’ll catch you soon!
Jump in the well!
The trees have been singing about you too long
Why do you always have to give the show away?
The rivers ran the wrong way this year
And the pipes were filled
And the tanks were filled
And the locks were destroyed
And the corners suprised them
When they poured the green drops in the fluid
Watch through the upper portholes
See them arrive
Lose your head
Make use of clay
Make use of straws
When they poured red drops in the fluid
Make use of clay
Make use of straws
Do not pick the green
Do not pick the red
Pick the blue one
Which we have placed three crosses upon
8. Nebulous Termini
Tremble before the abyss
Would they never wake up?
Those of the first water
Have you seen the rising generation
And those who couldn’t fight?
The were always drinking the fluid of our well
They were always eating in time before harvest
We came from far away
Only to find you in lethargy
Have you seen the rising generation
And those who couldn’t fight?
Would they never wake up?
Those of the first water
Tremble before the abyss
That already yawns before me
Oh cup too long denied to my desires
Come, noble crystal, give me the poison
That must illuminate my reason or destroy it!
Between the devil and the deep blue sea
In certain villages they’ll always be
9. Cone
In our cradles we dream sweetly
Of destinations we can never reach
Down here, in our death struggle
We vainly try to learn
How could we end here
Without last seventh sense?
Paint our dreams one more time
Coexistence or no existence!