BURN

by TITAN

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1.
Feast 07:54
Act One, Scene ii: Claire: The head that will become a skull is already empty. That is the sight of the mind so crowded to forget us. Michel: Has she not sent for the prophet; been wisened by the cleric drink'd from the oracle's cup? Claire: More truly than you know, she has. It's that corruption; her knowledge of it, and mine, that put it so unrestrained. What you see is a black painting of our creator; twisted, and twisted again. The flesh of her mind, it heats and rots; it twists and rots. Michel: The blood on the door, then, is hers? And what of ours, which we share alike? Is ours spilled, or is what spilled a portent for me, to be me? Kill thy physician and thy fee bestow upon the foul disease; the emetic sigh; this deafening image... Act Two, Scene iv: Rosario: Saturn, hands colder than time, sinks his teeth into the flesh of his children. A black painting of malevolence and conflict. Cronos, hands older than ice, a mouth hot with the blood of his own - cast the flesh off, like the scraps of a feast Act Three, Scene iv: Claire: "Orestes, here art thee?" Michel: I'm in hell, I'm there still. Will Apollo please, reach his hand to me? Our hearts would swell, would rupture; should kill. Rosario: Those I shall bear will live forever in the shadow of my death; on this side of the door. Those I shall bear; the sweet skin on their bones, the stain on my teeth. I am hungry, I grow hungry. Claire: I came to you for the sore wealth of closure and we leave in that same debt betwixt. We stand; the missing hope of Holofernes, on this side of the door. And I can hear: "I am hungry, I grow hungry" Michel: I struggle to breath, a half-submerged dog, a canceled-fate, a nothing-left. This is the price of my throat; I scream to the sun as a lion.
2.
Indulgence 03:48
I go out walking, I take the side streets Find hidden churches I have never seen In houses line sleep those for it to nourish On stone outside, my own place of worship My sal and my sins bend as it pleases Blessings are sings, my secret diseases I press my lips against the stone steps of the city, Lash on my back, bleed into the streets of the city; Vowing silence, I start & I pray to the city; A den of thieves is the temple of God; the city. Scala Sanctum "those who adore the pop kiss whatever he gives them to kiss"
3.
Myopic 04:14
The things I do for that miserable little girl, with a crown of sorrows offer the sore wealth of the world. A black portrait painted of a naked, violent scene; hung to high got my poor eyes to see but that's the perfume; that's the kiss. those the petals which match my lips this the haze which glows your hips the ebb of honey which sweetly drips. the pool of iron below my first the gums that, splitting, tongue painful bliss see in myself her myopic squint theme of present hell, streams of blood & spit I shook and stoke from her, cursed to keep it from a body too young to have secrets Come barber and priest; hand me to the eventual On the chair painted yellow, shout: "this is sensual!" The things I do for that miserable little girl possessor of all the hells I succumb in this world Supple in hearth, slight in both frame and years; could see past my deeds, see into my fears
4.
Sermon 06:10
5.
Sonnet 6 Come young weather, part clouds of jealous cold Heat the earth and make born of it the dew. to drink in your warmth, like a breath and hold Make love, th'unending sun, so start it new. Immortal season, like Hera calls on: The moon, a stone, a pearl, the sky's own rose. "De tous mes souhaits, j'en presse le moment," from precious figure, a rare pathos shown. Soft and unused, old spring's sin bleached hot, clean; white skin unbruised, so hope, never is lost: Would summer to age, 'twould make clearer seen: the depth of the loss that takes from the trust. Begin without end, the summer months bloom Inside of you, I found the warmth of June. Sonnet 7 Inside, again, tempted; tasted her lips The sun found on the missing coast of July: sitting black on gold strands stitched to water. Slept not once, to watch this months hours die, We spoke but once, to the sun, said goodbye. Blinded by bring nude heat, drowned in the beach. Parched I, held hard your thirst 'gainst sand now dry. wilted seaside; bathos; the tide now leaves. Twins turn to Leo, would the take from me: Worth more in heart than Caesar his Rome, to keep your heart, your skin, remain in dream. Bear fire, pain 'twixt sheets, to call shores my home. Thy immortal lust, does immortal last See eyes, the summer months, in warmer pasts
6.
Corrupt 00:37
7.
Little Seeds 05:25
8.
Telepaths 09:00
9.
Vitiate 03:04
10.
destroyed person the gone human the sore wealth of experience builds a temple of skulls to the god of war violent pleasures being human refusal of confession the ground is hot the rats are leaving rot in the walls of babel BURN, BURN the fire sculptures dispirit curse, torpid man the concluding dithyramb: we near the end the tour of worship BURN rusting hulk the towering warship pillars of smoke towers of silence the fire sculptures the altar of bone of kyknos; of glycon seed death into the ground seeds of the great fear a refusal of confession the black painting the church of skulls a temple of worms apocatastasis now we near the end the things we have build are so excellent to destroy destroy it all restore it all destroy it all restore it all

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an anthology in survey of the cycles of madness, procreation, destruction and restoration of the final generations of our species

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released June 29, 2012

Total Playing Time: 57:43

CREDITS
All songs written and performed by TITAN
Chris W James M Brandon M Chris M Mike H
Additional composition by Aleks Stefanov
Lyrics translated, edited without permission by James M

AUDIO
Engineered by Sean Pearson at Boxcar Sound, Hamilton
and Josh Korody at Candle Studios, Toronto
Mixed by Sean Pearson at Boxcar Sound, Hamilton
Mastered by Colin Marston at Menegroth the Thousand Caves, New York City
Produced by Chris Woodford and James McDonough

VISUAL
8mm photography by Eileen Akitt
35mm photography by James McDonough
Design and art direction by James McDonough
Printed by Blackdot, Montreal

FEATURING
Myopic: Chris Colohan, Vocals
Telepaths: Tyler Semrick-Palmateer, vocals. Josh Korody, vocals. Bryan W. Bray, guitar and noise. Sean Pearson, pedal noise

RELEASE
React with Protest Records 064, Germany
www.reactwithprotest.org
Hypaethral Records 002, Toronto
www.hypaethralrecords.com

CONTACT
www.titanslays.com
titanslays@gmail.com

2012

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