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Released
1998

Label
Self Released

Reviewed by
Kim Alexander

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Where Echoes End

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VIC 3165
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Last Edit/Update
19 February, 1999

Where Echoes End

The Pricking Of My Thumb

Balanced on the limits of our societal evolution,
our spheres of influence impact and envelop others.
Each selfish choice we make, each time we withhold a word
of compassion from a troubled friend, the balance shifts,
albeit slightly toward perpetual disorder.
In the mirror of the world ego sees only itself
and its eyes do not see at all.
In a world of relentless and insatiable need,
we get caught in the cycle of wanting
and a resultant aggregation of discontent.
--taken from the CD cover


ForeWord
"Irrational Rationalism"
Encrypted in these songs is the nucleus of our cultural demise.
These passages represent the exposition of societal evolution - an unnatural fissure in western psyche and a resultant cultural pathos.
From the wreckage of our squandered yesteryears comes fear
and greed - our ever present companions, shadowing our every move.
long ago we became the dismantled beings we are today.

Part 1
"To the Enlightened Man"
To The Right Brain Experience
To the enlightened man...whose consciousness embraces the universe
to him the universe becomes his "body" while his physical body
becomes a manifestation of the universal mind.
His inner vision and expression of the highest reality
and his speech an expression of eternal truth.

Part II
"Endless Forms Most Beautiful"
Engine of Evolution
In perpetuity the universe winds to a consumate disorder - an endless
entropic shift into chaos.  Antithetically life breathes a conformist
mandate - dominion, automaton, homogeniety.
Cultural indiversity is the new scourge of the millenium.
Our solutions are deplorable expressions of collective individualism.
Like a child lost in a forest, we are ever searching,
looking for a new beginning, a new truth.
What we find is a new vessel encapsulation and old abstraction.

Part III
"The Face in the Mirror"
Skin Encapsulated Ego
Greed is not a paradigm of good and evil, taste or fashion,
like or dislike, it is the fabric which binds together
the very nature of our being.
The desire of more power, more money, more respect,
more sex and more control is an ever extending insatiable
frontier of accumulastic desire.
Expending as much of our existance as effciently as we can,
in the race to accumulate as much of anothers.

Part IV
"And Oh How We Long To Escape"
Blurred Boundaries
Crime, corruption, violence, rape, murder genocide,
war - consequential of greed and degradation of order.
Staring into natures bloody face a rationalism emerges.
Our existance perpetuates greed, it is the functional order of the universe and the dynamism of the blood that flows in the streets.
A current too powerfull, the masses flow with the prevailing tides,
into a sea of human inscidiousness.

Part V
"Wild Imaginings"
Infinte Shades Of Gray
Emerging from this experience, fragments of your inner psyche
are released from their binding forces.
A sequence initiates and a transforming rhythm
of life dances before your eyes in infinite shades of grey.
An eternal dance of fools with no vestige of a beginning
and no prospect of an end.

Epilogue
"Transitory"
In the conception of our present universe, 
the boundaries of thought were diametrically opposed
between the spheres of chaos and neutrality.
Two parallel universes, linked by a space-time-consciousness
continuum existed.  Belief evolved and the boundaries of consciousness revolved to good and evil.  As the realms of thought emerged in a new orientation, the existing form began to destabilize.   Moments before time reached it's cyclical apex, a rift opened within the fabric of duality.
Entropy contracted reaching a maximum.
The rift intensified into a cataclysm drawing both universes into annihilation.
In the collapse of al mater and energy, space-time was reborn
and the universe was one and the ascension of
chaos-neutrality duality was once more.

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The Pricking Of My Thumb! Thanks  -- Kim Alexander

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