odium004 PHANTASMAGORY 2002 "Anamorphosis
Of Dreams"
1. Disharmaphasy (Intro) (4:57)
2. Subconsciousness (7:02)
3. Ancient Sun (10:28)
4. Sundown (8:24)
5. Anamorphosis Of Dreams (8:12)
6. Dawn (8:05)
7. Inspiration (10:50)
8. Worthless Nonsense (Outro) (1:23)
Recorded and mixed at Young Technics
Studio in 2001, Makeevka, Ukraine.
Produced by PHANTASMAGORY.
Music by V. Klimets & E. Miroshnichenko (2, 4, 5), Yurodivy &
E. Miroshnichenko (3, 6, 7), Yurodivy (intro & outro). Lyrics by
Yurodivy.
Release date:
November
2002.
Available for:
8 GRN (UKRAINE), 45 RUB (RUSSIA), 5 EURO (EUROPE), 6 USD (WORLD).
Distributed by:
DEATHBELL in BELARUS, SYMPHOENIX in
MALAYSIA,
HALLUCINATION, WAR
in PORTUGAL,
AXA VALAHA in ROMANIA, BLACKSMITH, MUSICMIND,
OUPIRIC, REST IN PEACE, in RUSSIA, ROCK EXPRESS in SERBIA, HROM in SLOVAKIA, AUTUMN SUN, BLOODHEAD,
ECLECTIC in UKRAINE,
DISHARMAPHASY (Intro)
SUBCONSCIOUSNESS
When close my eyes time is moving back. I
am attempt to disguise.
And space stretch out in line. I feel the coalescence of million spheres.
They call me behind themselves .
I escape. The megaflow
dictates the laws of chaos, changing philosophy of human world
outlook.
The sundered worlds crying with pain,
calling in question existence of a subconscious mind.
They are dying. The Universe is disintegrated on moleculas in me.
The Universe born again in my head.
I see the pulsing of geometrical figures and arithmetic progressions in the sky.
The new dimensions of a subconscious mind indicate a path to
equilibrium. I am closer and closer.
I’m here. When I
wake up tomorrow, I shall forget all. I shall start from stratch and close my eyes
again .
ANCIENT SUN
Ancient
sun asked him a question:
"Do you stay with me?
What's the real reason for your depression?"
He answered: "I
can not see
the real world and I don’t want
to live in the afterworld like divine
I hope to see my young sun
and my sun will shine"
The sun: I’ll show to you the paints and spectras
I’ll show to you the new world
I’ll show you the Times and spaces
in which you can behold.
I don’t want to disappear or will turn in a rust
I have desire to hear and it comes last
I want to see my young shining sun
I have desire to live and i'm not only one
Where my light? Where my site?
Where my tide, which is poured through time?
Where my face? Where my trase? Where my path to
the dead-line?
Ancient sun asked him a question:
"Do you stay with me?
What's the real reason for your depression?"
He answered: "I can not see
the real world and I don’t want
to live in the afterworld like divine
I hope to see my young sun
and my sun will shine"
Ancient sun asked him a question:
"Do you stay with me?
I do not believe,
that only death is real.
The life enables to
dream, to think, and to feal
Let me leave this world
Let me choose and hold
Hold my mind and choose my way
Better, than wait till doomsday
Ancient sun, I killing you !
this is the most I can do
I don’t want to disappear or will turn in a rust
I have desire to hear and it comes last
I want to see my young shining sun
I have desire to live and i'm not only one
SUNDOWN
Sundown. The life approaches to the end. Process of attenuation
to not stop.
The time announces the end of cycle. The space submits to this
end.
Sundown. How many pass. How many made. But reliance
that all for naught does not leave for one second.
Oblivion-gift. Gift of clearing. But that is free only who is
able to use
by freedom.
Infinite way to the purpose. It’s only illusion.
How many time it is necessary to understand
it.
Voices. Faces. Eternally. Feelings. Endless. In a
circle.
Voices. Faces. Eternally. Feelings... Endless. Timeless.
Time. Time to stop. To stop for ever.
Time. Time to leave from a field of fight. Fight for life.
The fight is not finished. Life is not lose. It is necessary
to make last step.
Last breath. Last look. Last jerk.
The images, visions merge in substation. What it? Can be
intoxication.
Is not present. It’s anamorphasy. Anamorphasy of
dreams.
The world has died. All, that remained is only sundown.
Last memoirs about for a long time left.
When the dreams were not so are real, and reality not such
flexible.
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ANAMORPHOSIS
OF DREAMS
DAWN
Dawn… the First beams of light,
emit by the sun, reach the
Earth
as
the child leaves from mother’s maw.
Dawn… the Life is ready to make the first breath and time it is
authorized to go.
The
death of nothing will be prolonged only per day.
The
time for life will move only up to decline.
Thorny
path. Long day. Bright light. Long life.
Reality
materialize, filling empty places.
Moving
forward, understand, that development of a matter - overall
objective
of the individual.
Sometimes
dreams, that the first beams do not reach of the Earth,
and
the fetus will not appear on world.
Sometimes
emptiness fills in reason,
as a black hole, not permitting to
feel.
Sometimes
sight does not give to distinguish colours, entrusting
feelings to guesses,
And
only hearing allows to hear singing birds.
Changing
speed of a beam and splitting its vector, we fill space with a
matter, destroying it.
The
danger of the conflict is inevitable.
The
conceiving flesh searches for borders of infinity, measuring
immeasurable -
with each dawn it is ever more and more.
Door
in other world - new understanding of life. Without dawn and
decline,
without life, without death…
Whether
it is the purpose of existence?
But
there can be another!?
The
door is open. The step is made. What next? The sight is
adjusted on new colours.
Look back! Also will see the one who
looks at all of us.
Eternally.
But
recollect: the death of nothing will be prolonged only per day.
The
time for life will move only up to decline.
.Thomy
path. Long day. Bright light. Long life.
Desire
to live is dominates. Whether it is possible to prolong dawn,
overstep through decline?
Thomy
path. Long day. Dim light. Short life.
Desperately
trying to reconstruct a beginning, understand, that the time
is missed.
Last
sigh give back on creation of new life new reason.
Not
copies, but continuation!
Dawn… the First beams of light, emit by the sun, reach the Earth.
And
the child leaves from mother’s maw.
Dawn… the Life is ready to make the first breath and time it is
authorized to go.
It’s the law.
INSPIRATION
Whether
I’ll outlast 10 years or die from accident?
Whether
there will be correct this death?
Whether
I’ll cover around of the Earth or tire halfway?
Who
will answer my questions? What it price?
I
go and i look on the dark night sky -
it’s silent.
It’s
silent all my life, but it is so perfect, that it confirms,
that the sky is not dead.
I
look on it all time. It is sense of my life, my inspiration.
The
powerful impact has shaken the Earth. The large stone has
fallen on it.
It’s
a comet, splinter of a far star.
Whether
a sign it? Is it pabulum for my inspiration?
Whether
I can find out more?
Whether
a sign it? Who will answer this question?
Whether
I can approach the place of fall? Than I am closer, the more
difficult is to go.
It is terrible, but I continue to move.
Than I am closer, the more difficult is to breathe. I am
sick, but I continue to move.
Whether
I’ll live 10 minutes or die from accident?
Whether
there will be correct this death?
Whether
I cover 5 steps or tire halfway?
Who
will answer my questions? What it price?
I
go and I look on the crimson sky. It shouts.
And
I still did not have of doubts, that it alive.
I
cast a look on the purpose of my way.
I almost near to it.
Still
slightly … I at the purpose.
What
I see? It is incredible!
The
girl inside an ice sphere! She so is perfect, as fairy from
sweet dreams.
"Who are you? ", - I ask. "I your Muse", -
answers she.
"Release me. Only think of it, and I’m free ".
And
she already near to me. " Take energy from this
planet and create the new world.
Create, and I shall inspire
you ".
I create the New world, more perfectly, than was.
My
Muse with me.
She
directs me to the necessary channel.
Also
there are no questions, on which I would not know the answers.
WORTHLESS NONSENSE (Outro)
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