"CLEANSE FOLD & MANIPULATE"
"CLEANSE FOLD & MANIPULATE"
"NIVEK OGRE."
"Audio sculpture"
Voices, lyrics, dramas, punishments and objects.
"cEVIN KEY."
Synthesizers, guitars, drums, tapes, accoustic & metal repercussions,
sequencers, radio & sampling.
"D.RUDOLPH GOETTEL."
Synthesizers, sequencers, and sampling.
With backing voices on Tear or Beat Mowse Live Sound, guitar on Anger & deep down Trauma Hounds.
Produced by: cEvin Key and Dave Ogilvie.
Engineered by: Dave Ogilvie and cEvin Key.
Live film and video by: Alan Nelson.
Stage Construction by: David Jackson.
Sleeve Design and Typography by: Steven R. Gilmore.
Typesetting by Greg Sykes.
35mm visual controversy by Dermot Shane.
Touring: Steve (Sparker) Montgomery.
Mastering by: Pete Norman.
~ THE LYRICS OF CLEANSE FOLD & MANIPULATE ~
"First Aid."
Those fortunate risk fate to alleviate, A fear from within, clawing to trust someone. Monogamy sits uneasily. Ice that don't heat, freeze, howl hollow howl. In vast space, all light displaced, we can kill desire. Albatross worn, subvert to twist and old poem. Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick. Altruistically we've come a long way, man and woman raping from the earth, worming what it's worth. Right wing ricochet, displays the evolution of decay. Just go away. Infant, hospital, winged protection. Infected the new born dreams. A life that cannot be. Intuitive grease paint, drooling to relate, all of life's mistakes hitting in the face. Orchard, putrid smile. Head of state, state, headless states of being, as right up against what's wrong. The disease believes to push away normality. Alone with virtue, what's there left to do. A virus threads poetry, written time dogmatically. Lifes plague, The first aid. Acquired deficiency, spreading it aimlessly. Have heart, crash course. Caustic dripping, gins the reaper. Body count intensify. Getting weaker, moisten the soul away. clouded and vague, throw free love to history. Masters of nothing, living's now a precious aim.
"Addiction."
Desperate, deranged, talking in my sleep again. Eyes twitch, retain a sentimental something. Looked lorn and we burned and burned. I was a cinder body soul in my dreams. Breakdown amidst the mixtures, avoid addictive plea. Responding disillusion, encrusted cruelty. Describe why nails enclose me, eating so evenly. There exists a lot of reasons to support fatality. Abstinence, possessed, hardly what you think it is. Hearts beat positive provided there's progress. Ignorance does insist of the right coffin. Took some food offered me, can't see myself. Drank the wine, wished feverish burst of terror. Break down amidst the mixtures, avoid addictive plea. Insist that nothing happened, chilled bloodless fatigue. Recharge with bitterness, fanatics beckoning. Mistook a look impassioned, absorbed with clarity. Consciousness drifts away, discarded memory. Packaged shelf life bad display. Breakdown amidst the mixtures, avoid addictive plea. Insist that nothing happened, chilled bloodless fatigue. So pound the nails in tight, eyes screaming out of sight. Against a grain like curtain, unbearably alive.
"Shadow Cast."
Magnified fear, stares back the mirror. Reflect depravity. The shadow cast, a feeling of ill harmony. So crisp, the famines itch. A withering shoreline, tears of grey, interspersed with withered fruit. Her gloomy banquet of cheer. Heaven, what a sweet pain. Douse the ecstasy, the imagination drained away. Perpetual reverie, abruptly fade, heavens soothing some say. Tremulous hand jabs from behind, sticks in the back for all to see. Organs spilled, leak of will, void of secrecy. Genuine tears delights the taste. Pain salts the bitter brew, rich in guilt to absorb the filth. She worships a point of view. Scarce the thousand remnants, black charred flesh, a victim screaming through. Heaven or hell, what's the difference? One to believe in, one to live in. Careful balancing what's hell to heavens only flame.
"Draining Faces."
Cut, tear. Taking life too serious recreates a void. Not unlike walking infinitely blind. Through rooms strewn with razor blades, I see what you mean! What you say, duck the issue and treat as humor. Gorging, forcing pointless impediments. trangling, deform more than known. Know to never be ciao.
"The Mourn."
Along the cracked, in floors, dripping on the floor. hter sits a doctor. Murder, samurai, hit numbers. Calling gave up all, old eye, shy nose. On the wall, a cracking membrane. Turn the message, those eyes warn, and pull out the young eye. Why arms creak, wishing higher, caught the point. Whore introvert, maybe she'll have a chance one day. But the world watches with heart, rid her arms out. Rip her arms out. Rip out..
"Second Tooth."
(not much need) Distraught, wake up in sweat. Something is very different. No water, hot or cold. Walk out in the street, greet the morning gun battles. Needless, no need to understand, in a foreign land with gun in hand. Killing is respected, a way of showing faith in a country's need to exercise death penalities. Where were you? Now in the chair to burn. Twenty years ago, killing red in nam. Who is worse, when war is far away? Not much for sympathy. A number count of casualties return, so burned, with nothing left to learn. Murder now invigorates, the unwashed bloody hands, Kill again. Let the family burn, do little to comfort anguishing. No decision could ever warrant this! War is just a childrens game, no pretending dead, why? Dear god, whom we project. Its useless killing children to satisfy the arms budgets. Who walks right or left? A child won't give a damn. Nations arise to reason, the conceptions threatened for economic steps. Is it time to shut down and lay to rest the bomb. That servant, suicide, object worshipped like a god. Be there now, blown clear, the human race. What use is there of figures, the wrote wordless statistic. Names and numbers now seem out of place. A paper representating life, blowing down the street. Kill again.
"Tear or Beat."
Live within four walls, scrape insect infested dreams. Cancer, cornered worn, accepting misery as a way of dealing within this complex fantasy. Which way or how to say, is this ordinary? Terror force the rain, boiling over lifeless flame. Fear pays a healthy wage, leaves its trail in well planned pain. Crave, whisper, fall, ride corrodes. Neglected dream, scalding of organs slowly rotting. In the time to understand, a body degeneration. Reluctant soul, search within a dying civilation. Fill cracks with plaster, hides all unbalanced things. A shade to pale of late, features sunken in. If all were to dissolve, not to interpret literally. A mindless mat that minds itself, void of expressing anything that need be, in order to believe. Then to substantiate, by falling ungraciously at the brother's feet, used solely to defeat! Back around it gleams time again, terror nerves on edge! No where safe to populate, whose side to liberate. Genocide applied with subtlety terror, shadowed dream, no chance. Ending callous reign. Fear not. Rise up to, stay the beast. No moving, frozen are the meek..
"deep down Trauma Hounds."
Injured plea, crushed destiny. Deep down trauma hounds run to corrode. Integrity, whatever matters and it would. They fail to see, they make believe reality. Helpless deaths ignored to be judged as juvenile. Head caves in, growing pains, no time remains for fantasy. Tyranny exists, shrink beneath the ingrown throns. Forced to accept, pledge allegiance to a flag. Tested to forget you must resist. They want you dead! Feels emptiness, eternity. Keeps swallowing digested benefactors whose silence deafens anything. All of whom decease and miss to pierce a point. Objects and lessons, to realise it's not the way. What's the point of giving up, leaving won't change anything. Political resentment, to push away all growth within puzzles me. Offers soul to nothing, the message screams its purity. That those with no rights display the right to have no life. Do have respect. They must accept a world committing suicide. Do you respect the world?? Committing suicide?
"Anger."
Anger thought so, no thought. Touched inside, crazy. (disembodied gutteral noise need not make sense)?
"Epilogue."
"Instrumental"
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