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odium001 NEGLECTED FIELDS 2000 "Mephisto Lettonica"

NEGLECTED FIELDS1. Solar (6:22)
2. The Spider's Kiss (4:27)
3. Whatewer That Temps (5:09)
4. Feral Garden (3:45)
5. Presentiment (4:27)
6. The Human Abstract (5:00)
7. Creaturesque (5:52)
8. Once Carcass Is Cold (3:28)
9. Outro (5:27)

Produced by NEGLECTED FIELDS and Hujkin.

Recorded by Tommy Tagtgren, Mixed by Tommy Tagtgren, Peter Tagtgren & NEGLECTED FIELDS at Abbys Studio, Sweden, April 1999.

All music, lyrics & arrangements by NEGLECTED FIELDS. Except "The Human Abstract" - lyrics by William Blake, "Garden" - lyrics originally written by Velimir Hlebnikov, translated and adapted by NEGLECTED FIELDS.

Release date: September 2000. In assotiation with CINIC NETWORK under license of SCARLET RECORDS.

Available for: 7 GRN (UKRAINE), 45 RUB (RUSSIA), 5 USD/6 EURO (EUROPE), 6 USD (WORLD).

Distributed by: THE FLAMING ARTS in BELARUS, GUANO in ESTONIA, LAULA IMPORTS, FATHER in LATVIA, DANGUS in LITHUANIA, EXTREME DENSE ART in POLAND, BESTIAL in ROMANIA, MORE HATE in RUSSIA, METAL AGE in SLOVAKIA, AUTUMN SUN in UKRAINE.

SOLAR

When day is gone the night is dusk
Grotesquely dark, hostitely ancient
Territories in obscurity.
The utter darkness descends
Something wild possesses the Earth
Where hunger guides ensomnia-makers
...Add the colour of disgust and paint the horrror enter
When night is dusk.

Uncertainty is what we get
When moon metastasis are reached out
Herbivorous instincts strike
The fear of flesh to be devoured
Sunrise blade... Slash sanguines, bright
Celestial beast's evescerated
My nocturnal passage stirs up
Fit I thought neglected
My heathen fit...

Light solar
Archaic rapture follows
Infinite stone
Solar
The unity of flesh and flames
Almost divine
When night is gone the day is light
Oh vital light, perennial, ancient
Carnal spark the sun ignites...

Such an erotic fascination
Noctiflorous withering...

Strange things have birth
Renewing existance
Day blood awakening to justify and excuse
My pagan burst!

SPIDER'S KISS

Doors of his face, the lamps of his mouth
Vargant Lord of plagues
And deserts, he speaks on behalf
Of savage and of charm
Thus loathsome and beautiful twin
Skitful, trigid hands.
So subtle the nature of sin.

The spider's kiss
Aestetics bizzare
For many in shapes of the beautiful unversed
Multiform it's species;
Vestments and vestures are diverse

Spider's kiss
So charming, attractive, delicious and sweet
There's a grace in vile, a glamour,
Enjoy the unique
Comes now impetuous tide to waters wild,
Seas, ship furrowed not
Comes now the concept

Left to minds alert
A day when great is subverted.
And will we mourn over his gifts?
Nescient of the gloom, once sent to a realm of eclipse...

Former nevermore
Their commonness has passed us by.
Mortal architects, we raise the pathology high...

WHATEVER THAT TEMPTS

From distant wave to hurricane
From secret lust to world aghast
And pain insane
Yes, chaos proliferous
Chaos spawn, grown
From serpent speech to deeds eldritch
From blow to storm
From high-raised hands to interment
And hate inhate.

As plot unwinds
As these pestilent spores we imbibe
...Forever rage's becoming guide
Burn every seed -
Whatewer that tempts, that enslaves,
Whatewer that they've unleashed upon
Us; another triumph of hate

Another spirit in guest
The link of wrath in a chain og scorn.
Every doubt...

Too blotesque the icon they paint
What is this substance to call it God?
The poison is vomited out,
It's a vicious art.

FERAL GARDEN

Behold, let's vision take your heart!
Garden,
Where iron like father reminds brothers
Of their consanguinity, averting bloodshed.
Where beasts, tired of roaring, rise and
Gaze at the sky, and are there so many
Of them 'cause they have a different
Vision of God?

Where low bird brings the gold of
Sunset and all the might of it's
Conflagration; lions dream, having their
Faces on pads.
Garden, garden where wolves lick cold
Iron and the glance of a beast
Means more than wisdom itself.

Garden, we haunt with ease -
Feral in the masses
Garden, man-made cosmos.

Where eagle falls downwards like idol
From temple roof,
And sometimes he seats with a wings so
Strangely spread.
Does it seem for him he's flying high over the mountains?
Or does he pray?
Or is he hot?

PRESENTIMENT (Instrumental)
Violently tapped on a 6-string bass

THE HUMAN ABSTRACT

He sits down with holy tears
And waters the ground with tears
Then Humanity takes it's root
Underneath his foot?
Soon spreads the dismal shade
Of Mystery over his head
And the catterpiller and fly
Feed on the Mystery

And it bears the fruit of Deceit
Ruddy and so fucking sweat to eat;
And the Raven his nest has made
In it's thickest shade

The Gods of the earth and sea
Sought thro'Nature to find this Tree
But their search was all in vain
There grows one in the Human Brain

Whene'er didst taste Thou the
Fruit of Deceite and of Human Abstract -
Transitory
It's sweet:
Bitter, tart and wormy
Does the Eagle know what is in the pit?
Or wilt thou go ask the worm?
Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod or bowl?
Until a thousand spirits go astray in dark
..."The human form, eternally abstract".

CREATURESQUE

There'a a distance long between you
Craving lips and inspiration chalice
Whose wine like fever - neverending
Everlasting heat
Eternity evanished

Gather days to make them sands
Falling from your feeble hands
Thought's like views of nothingness
Malice leaves through broken glass (follows the glass?)

Rid your eyes of control
Take a nought, a chaos
Perfect clay to sculpt from it
Here comes creative passions play...

Desire... Warm of will, a carrion of might
Another string bizzare of violin of mine
Creative serpent burst, the universal urge so fervid
See the man's becoming Demiurge

Dawn a force; salvation fails
Skin forebodes a driven nails
That's a power tempting wise man
And lending colours to the moon
Granting orchid it's charm and splendour

Soon it comes, the light itself
Seems to be not of this Eaarth.

SINESTHETIC

Charmed by the splendour of this
Neurally perplexed body
To commence
Bio-organic alchemy
That's something morbid...

Wave! Curtains falls:
Twisted tactile witchery
Nevermore thing accept the way they followed
Bodily affairs... Psychotic trip
Chimerical hollow...

Suspended as I passed an instant after death
To scan a canvas chemical
Perception's in progress, entirelly reversed
Within it streams
Where sense a choir of twisted nerves

Stream
Cold liquid streams
Sweet silver smell
I'm floating in
Adhesive light
Self-tasted kinds
Transcendently devitalized

Where rapture's trapped
And turned apart
Revealing heart
Of sinesthetic art

Where silence flows
Beyond, below
Revealing claws
Of sinesthetic throe