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Convulsing
Album artwork for grievous
Artwork by
Jef Whitehead (Wrest)

Grievous

Convulsing

August 22nd, 2018
6 tracks
49:42
Grievous
Grievous
Beaten
0:00
10:33
1
Beaten
Convulsing
loom above the corpse dripping from closed fists soaked in viscous fluids body still convulsing the sensation remains frantic exhalation gaze upon the wreckage the battle fought no comfort finds me only hollowness what's to become of me now? where is my enemy? what foe to vanquish? what peak to climb? where awaits my zenith? vanishing point? war waged all for naught? the lost, lost always the taken, forever taken the space within my skin my kingdom, my prison lay in ruin no vigour renews the shattered no effort can hope to rebuild me vortex at the core where I am cast to suffer fate and yet, I am freed
10:33
2
Inert
Convulsing
withered hand upon the shoulder reaching through the shell grasped at the root unearthing what's been buried kept away from the piercing light out of reach and resolute infiltrated azure shroud, cobalt drapery smothers flitting embers fibres emit faintest glow, diminishing encircles finality unrepentant inescapable gravity of loss lay upon the head suffocated atmospheres of pressure crushing searching self bound to sinking stone in waters devoid cleaved of form within tempest depth frozen and inert drowned
7:50
3
Relent
Convulsing
a fading echo drifts here reverie, amongst the hollow passages altars desolate, faintly tremble weakening in the stillness shaken by subtle resonance as horizons grow dark and despair descends, perdition without warmth the dissolution of moments emptiness erase the memory of us all in the decaying light anguish as our sight dims a helplessness takes hold the loss indesinent, entire worlds fall grey detached in thoughtless abyss essence of the host eternity dreaming in an ethereal void i relent lead into the null un-wakefulness meditation, bodies left cold and dead now unravels this woven earth falling in to measures beneath an aperture to the parallel as i behold the recision i am released, carried into the cycle i embrace the end with no resistance leave this world to drown in its sorrow
8:09
4
Were
Convulsing
I'VE LONGED FOR THIS THE TASTE OF YOUR FLESH WRITHE, AS I CONSTRICT MY FURORES SEWN IN LATTICES FORMING THE LENGTH BY WHICH YOU'LL HANG CRY FOR ME I'LL TAKE ALL OF IT AS YOU FUCKING CHOKE I'M ALIVE AGAIN NO NO LONGER FORFEIT TO ME EVERYTHING IT BELONGS TO ME PRECIOUS I'D FORGOTTEN HOW IT FELT
5:02
5
Strewn／Adrift
Convulsing
these final hours ending restless years in a moment i am gone tossed against the stones shattering, like stained glass into fragments of the whole carried beyond this hopeless void merging with the earth silent soil, dead as dreams waits, patient, to claim the past stolen remnants of the lost but i am gone, shifted into shape unknown broken vows echo black i am changed into another empty shell is burned ashes strewn, adrift for ever former is lost now there can be no return cast the self into inferno i emerge cleansed by the flame witness what i have become disparate shade passing through the firmament particles swept on by a solar wind dreaming in universal expanse
9:49
6
No Dreaming
Convulsing
"The Sleep Of No Dreaming" originally by Steven Wilson and Porcupine Tree at the age of sixteen, I grew out of hope I regarded the cosmos through a circle of rope so I threw out all plans, ran on to the wheel, and emptied my head of all childish ideals sleep of no dreaming sleep of no being sleep of no feeling sleep of no dreaming i married the first one who met my demands and I smiled as the spiders ran over my hand I've made a good living from dying, it's true as the world in my TV leaks on to my shoes
8:19

Within as without. Sounds of an ending.

Credits

Artwork by the inimitable Jef Whitehead

Noise on Beaten by Craig Johnson (Deceased Estates)
Bass composition and performance on Were by Peter Kossen (MAKING, Tanned Christ)

Vocals, guitars, bass, programming, effects, engineering, mixing, mastering by Brendan Sloan in "Norway" July 2017 - January 2018
Yes, even the choirs.

If the equipment or process interests you, talk to me.

Honoured ones:
Hannah; everything has changed. Jef, again, and for ever. Craig and Pete; the sauce on this steak. Geordie Stafford. Gabriele Gramaglia. Nick, James, Mike for continuing to put up with me. Netto and Tim, unstoppable hammers of total death. Schwegs and the rest of Pyrrhon for perspective. Nick, Jessie, Ben, Cam, James, Kate and Rusty. Jordan. Forge. Rob & Nox. Jack, Nick, Darcy, Jesse. Dave Tremblay. Mattia and Luciano. Candace Powell. Patrick Loggen. dana geier and the kitten.

... and anyone who has reached out to me for a chat, or given a shit about what I'm trying to do. Thank you all. I hope it's worth it.

In loving memory of K. G. Bartlett

Merch
Grievous (3rd Press, AU Exclusive Variant)
Grievous (3rd Press, AU Exclusive Variant)
Record • 12"

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