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Muscae Volitantes

by Gyron V

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Rise, my friend Above the hungry men That reach for the stars Their gift to you Is not what you would choose If you only knew Leave, my friend Come never down again Find somewhere new Keep the core We won't need it anymore The damage is done The thirsty hands Are climbing the blue pavilion Where the dogs went before us Where the stars were opened up By the apple of knowledge Remember There are five roads into space
2.
I went out to search for Diogenes And I crept into his golden home But he was nowhere to be found I couldn't even find my way out again It was such a long way out I have seen an angel On the roof of the vault they keep me in She stood there before me All lucid and bright in the brittle air She had that lonesome kind of beauty It made me lonesome anyway Like a shard of broken starlight In the circles of ether up above You are somewhere out there All weightless and void of company Adrift above the rubble I am all smiles and jagged bones I have my dreams to navigate me Through the blackness between the stars I know that I will find you There are plenty of roads to fall upon
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Shuyit 03:20
My dear friend holds me in high regard Watching my every move Mirroring me in every detail As I in turn mimic him As night falls on Earth he fills up my room And keeps me from harm when I sleep He was born from my father’s big, bright eye And chained to my life as a gift He traces my steps wherever I go And I gladly invite him along He’s my brother, my twin, my guardian in life And hopefully even in death
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The poetry of the mussels In the deep places of the world A grain of time In a silent snowball crescendo Such grotesque music of light Such grotesque music of light Liquid glass falling from heaven Shatters into shards from the gaze of the king’s eye A secret gift hidden in the null plane Stands before you even now Such grotesque music of light Such grotesque music of light A hole in the sound, an inner resting place Where the pendulum is fast asleep The circumference, nyctalopic pupil Knows how to learn Such grotesque music of light Such grotesque music of light
5.
Pale Hands 02:44
I am pale hands Words are flowing through me This is my kingdom The white acres of parchment Talking to shadows And the words come two by two Magnetic twins Tugging at the compass heart The rain falls back To the clouds One sun gives And one sun takes This is our proud ark In the service of the dead Taking us westwards Where there’s nothing to be said Is there a dark side Of the eye stuck in your head Is there a meaning In the opposite of what I just said The rain falls back To the clouds One sun gives And one sun takes
6.
There is a picture in my blood That will be forever broken Like the stars once were a mirror That was held up to your beauty And all the clocks are burning Burning with a certain fire Melting away our days Like flowers made out of ice Vaporous maps outline themselves Like the blurred folds of the aurora borealis On the horizon of my mind It waves, it flickers like a flame This is the fifth and this is the fire This is the circle of the black sun’s burning mire This is the beauty of Cardan’s suspension In the lighthouse, in the lighthouse, in the lighthouse
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He's the shepherd of the owls He's in love with all of those owls Who scratched their sacred glyph on his chest And let him rest his bones in their nest
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The city lights lie strewn across the hills Like the slumbering embers Of some broken star That had been cast down from the firmament The night still swarthy From the ashes of this great and fallen beast Many a star will break As the wheels of the future Grind their way through the aeons Dead sun upon dead sun Will pile up in the abyss of the past But the big sleep Is still only a sleep And the dreams you know Are only fragments Of the wonders beheld By these extinguished giants And one day We shall all be likewise Dead and dreaming And one day We shall all rise to a new dawn Each one of us a fresh star Outshining even The splendours of the of the fiery phoenix An old legend Which some call the new science Tells us that the double helix Once came from the stars And we know that it will be star again
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The wind rears up on its hind legs Hooves whip up the sea, then charge at the city A light trickle of spit splashes the roofs Lungs sigh like a thousand trees Ribs creak as the ride grows wilder Hear the whole night shouting out for you Pan Pan Io Pan Pan Pan Io Pan
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I’ve built the traps And I’ve laid the snares To catch the feeling of you But who knows where Your feet may tread As you wander through my mind

about

“MUSCAE VOLITANTES” is a GYRON V 10th anniversary cassette, released on LIVING TAPES and featuring songs from the first five CDR albums + some tracks from compilation appearances and one song from the CMI EP that never happened.

“Such Grotesque Music of Light” is dedicated to the inimitable Erlend Erichsen, and also to Stig Sæterbakken, whom we sorely miss.

“The Double Helix” and “The Wind Rears Up On Its Hind Legs” are both dedicated to Jhonn Balance.

I wish to dedicate the tape itself to Vincent Mensen, because I have not forgotten my promise!

credits

released August 14, 2013

Terje Øverås - Most instruments and vocals + all the engineering & mixing that sounds dubious.

Vivian Evelina Øverås - Vocals on “The Double Helix”.

Fredrik Falk - Glockenspiel, engineering and mixing on “Shepherd of the Owls”, owls and samples on “Killing For Satan”, + overall salvage work (mastering).

Wouter Eerdekens: Vaultmeister and indispensable support.

The photograph on the cassette cover was taken by Elin Solvang on a holiday in Greece back in the days. The book I’m reading there is “My Education: A Book of Dreams” by William S. Burroughs. The Epicurean Stefan Hanser asked: "Is this your next album cover?" and then it suddenly was.

The lyrics for “A Blood-Red Rose of 49 Petals” were written by Jack Whiteside Parsons, but the poem is represented here in a (fittingly) incomplete form due to the fact that my notebook containing it caught fire during the recording session. (Mind where you place your candles, my dears!)

And the song “Killing for Satan” was written by Harley Hatcher.

A ton of thanks and love to Jason Pearl for releasing this on tape back in the day!

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