Theanomie

by XCIII

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released May 29, 2017

THEANOMIE WAS RELEASED IN MAY 2017
RECORDED AND MIXED AT FORLORN HOPE STUDIOS | 2016/2017
MASTERING BY FORLORN HOPE STUDIOS | 2017
COVER ARTWORK BY XCIII

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Track Name: Hypostasis
Handsome guy and handsome girl,
marching down the avenue,
blushing face, kind of blue,
handsome pride and handsome pearl.

Madam Pauline, madam Mcfly,
wearing a hat, as high as a tree,
declaiming her lust as much as her creed.
Madam the spleen, madam the right.

To fill the void once again
she needed a toy and it was Glenn.
His innocence and his blindness,
made him a pale figure of chess.
The two opponents led by one.
And so the pulling strings had just begun.
Pauline the mistress and Glenn the puppet
blowing in the violent trumpets.
They both had this feeling of hypostasis
They did not notice the floating katharsis / the threatening crisis.

Lonesome man in lonesome town,
watching TV, unreeling his life,
forcing the pace to a strife,
lonesome glen in lonesome clown.

Holding hands in chains -
straight ahead, to the movies.
Enchanting wands, lot of brands.
Palms turn red, time tu hurry / flee.
Track Name: Death in Paris
Staying around and time flies.
One million people passing by.
Strolling the alleys, the inside cries.
Window shopping - carol ride.
Stiffled by this heat,
a cauldron crowd conceals the entrance.

Boredom is surrounding
Masses are delirious
Passer-bies colliding.
No chances of a corpus.

Fed up limbs and idle mind,
rapid glimpse on the mankind.
Carving the riot, the inside cries.
Shadows are hiding - heralds arise.
Blind man’s buff ahead.
And nobody there feels the burning shed.

(Baudelaire, Les foules, https://fr.wikisource.org/wiki/Les_...)

Ooze vanity at every pore.
They sneer with no respect.
My mind is vacant, dreaming of shore.
Am I the only one who reflects? -
You’re not the only one,
but, that’s for sure, the only one who shuns