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Orgone - Vomited Hyacinths [First Act of Beauty] (2007, The Goliath) | Текст песни

Genre: Technical/Progressive Death/Jazz Fusion

Exiting the convention, with arms crossed on a parapet of peat moss, he looms
over the grizzly scene of his former hunting grounds. The branches hiss a
hanging hex of leaves and bark, guarding the ground and sky. He finds an
abandoned home off the old state road, with rusted orange and brown farm tools
complimented by the fading family portraits of Dr. Ulysses S. Woolstrom and a
pastel painting of a blonde-haired Jesus, reminiscent of an aspiring Hitler
youth, brandishing a rocket launcher and the stern porcelain luster. Everywhere
there is a noise that seeps like coastal floodwater, which make his eyes focus
on the patterned saw edges and scithes. But the distracting external static is
overpowered by a spiraling and calming inner hum to which he surrenders. A
vowelic drone soothes his soul as he sheds his diamond axe, a relic of his
reluctant second birth. The memories are exhumed. He whispers: "Insanity is the
apprentice of wisdom". It has contorted, injured, ridiculed and betrayed him,
until collapsing into exhaustion. And yet now, in his terrifying awakening, he
cherishes its focus and brutal healing. It has empowered his beakless half,
which was plunged into the company volcano by history's pimpled, bullying face.
He rode the prototype rollercoaster, a vessel crudely bound in yellowing
masking tape and cupboard screws. He separated from the copper track and met
the decrepit conductor at the bottom of the hill. He saw himself.

And then,
through a spray-painted window, he faintly saw the ceramic blue jay break from
its plaster and begin its baptismal flight. With a single flutter of its wing,
he evaporated, shedding all form. He flew from a restrained Victorian balcony
and collected armies in his hands, turning paid mercenaries into skinny,
red-faced orators. He swam laps in rural water towers, mimicking the collision
of ocean and rain. Every unseen chamber of torture was unearthed, as a flurry
of elegant cows trampled bank vaults and unrecognized slaves projected diaries
into the skyline, naming names. Wealthy self-help gurus, flamboyant princes and
demented occultists vomited hyacinths, revolted by their first act of beauty.
Missile silos refused the emerging freedom, firing cylindrical rounds which
landed on themselves. The tops of helicopters turned into ceiling fans,
relieving the arid desert and obelisks crumbled into snowballs, which women
pelted at their senators. With delight, he watched his final lesson unravel.

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