Aeons | 13

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released December 13, 2016

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Sonic Parlor Los Angeles, California

Sonic•Parlor is a self expressed conceptual entity who is focused on the creation of albums of speculative
fictional concept music ranging from:Alternative, Experimental,
Electronic, Musique Concrète, Art Punk, and Neo Folk. Sonic•Parlor welcomes you to the elaborate stories of the Vespinae, the Toci, The Clerics, The Warden & The Watchers, and the daring residents of Ballaärat.
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Track Name: Prelude (Exordium)
We shall bear witness to the prophecy. Shall bear witness to the end of the naught and the rise of the red. Rise to become. Rise to become. Rise to become one with the ageless nest. The Lady and Lord Vespa. Master of the Vespinae. Master of the Unbroken. Monarch and Matriarch of the 4th world. The Red. The Tower. The Dragon... that never dies.
Track Name: The Corpse (Fiat Voluntas Tua)
Over the river of my thoughts rises the stirring of a subversive dream. A quiet zephyr which draws the mist over this mental stygian sea. With the passing of fleeting will this temptress is vexing my mind. A succuban hurricane if her mood is so, psychosomatic storms to let it show. That I shall succumb to the wraith in time. Alluring me away from the truth of today fear keeps me trapped in days gone past. Oh how uncomfortable these thoughts doth lay diverting the attainment of serenity back. Watching as the light of a fading hope comes to dim and die with the rest. I realize the truth of what I have known that love is a function of death. I take from you tears. I give to you dreams. Abandon me and be soon to forget. Hear my request to die alone. Body is stagnant but soon to be sky. Light over your home. So say goodbye. Solitary I wait within myself to be dealt the fate of she who has come. Translucent will has come to this. A whisper to grant her final wish. Let thy will be done.

Fiat Voluntas Tua.
Track Name: The Naught (Part III: Division)
Angels come and demons go; by and by. Across this stage we shall partake; eye to eye. The wings and flames as she creates; side by side. Her return. Angels fly and demons run; as we die. She comes apart to one and one; do not cry. Just one will fade and crawl away; say goodbye. She said... Will you stand and will you fight; by my side? Will you soar and burn all light; as we fly? Will you bear witness tonight? Here my cry... I am not!
Track Name: The Warden (Journal Entry #122: End)
Pleasure to kill the pain. Just three don’t work anymore. So I took four. Pleasure to kill the pain. I shall not overcome. One through twenty-one. The man with one eye knows a problem without a solution. But my problem is my solution. The unknown solution of one through twenty-one. A patch to cover your life. A patch to cover your eye. One through twenty-one until the day I die. The man with one eye explains, with an exhale of disdain. Born, Worn, Forlorn Shame. Hate, Wait, Suffer, Pain. Lies, Cries, Prison, Tears. Desire, Anger, Sinking, Fears. Burning, Screaming, Wailing, Fighting, Death! The End... is coming.
Track Name: Anhedonia (Condemn)
Satisfy, suffer, respond. Satisfy, suffer, respond. Ancient clamor. Wasted noise. Drawn into the slow death of blind technology. Argue with advancement. 50 and 30 = 60 and 20. Answer with a question. Let progress question your answer. Exhausted, Tired, Forgotten. Click, click, click. Rusted, Shattered, and Decayed. Click, click, click. Stale, Tattered, so Useless. Click, click, click. I’d like to condemn a machine, who is I. I work, I work, I work, for what. I work, I work, I work, for what. I bleed, I sweat, I fall, I try. I shake, I move, I cry. I wail, I fight, I burn, I scream. I jump, I explode, I die. For what. For what. For what. For what? For You!

Condemn.
Track Name: Dr. Reason (Only Me!)
I am incompatible. A symbiotic block. Always am I. A passing thought. For I am not. I am simply not. Always I feel. Half a want. Never to reach complete. Desire never meets with all of me. This is all I see. I do not inspire anyone. To long for me. Never quite enough to long to be with me. No one to come running and coddle me. Mother’s gone. Far too long. Not quite the one for anyone. Always half a dream. Ever awaking to see. Embrace from anyone. Never takes all of me. Can it be. That I will never be. I feel that I will never.
Track Name: The Cleric (Falsify)
I stand surrounded by disguise. I stand surrounded by lies. Aversions to truth, but we do not share your false mind. I stand surrounded by pride. I stand and watch you deny. Refusing the truth, but we do not think like your kind. For we practice what we preach! We practice what we preach! For we practice what we preach! I stand as you glamorize. I stand as you pose your life. Distorting the truth. But we do not need to falsify. I stand for what you despise. I stand to alter your mind. Accepting the truth. And you may find that we might be right! And you may find that we might be right! And you may find that we might be right! And you may find that we might be right! We have no tolerance for disguise. We have no time for pride. We have no addiction to glamour. We do not need to falsify!
Track Name: King Of Nightmares (Will I Dream?)
Why am I the torment of your dreams? Why am I the demon of the Sandman’s scheme? Must my time be spent in your mind bringing displeasure to your sleep? When can I escape your nocturnal sight? When can I form my own illusion of night? How can I find what was never mine? How can I dream when I can’t even sleep? How can I dream when I can’t even sleep? Scream at the heavens. Bang upon the door. I don’t want to live this nightmare anymore. Scream at the heavens. Bang upon the door. I don’t want to live this nightmare anymore. I don’t want this nightmare anymore. Where is the passage to exit this ploy? Who is there to save a lonely boy? Why so unfair for the king of nightmares; who desires only to sleep and dream? If I surrender can I leave? If I step down will it set me free? Waking to leave the Sandman’s scheme; if I awake… will I dream?
Track Name: The Fate (Afterlife Access Code)
Reach your hands into the future. And find a moment within your grasp. Wait till that second. Becomes the present. Then save it from the past. To remove an instant from the pearls of time. And keep it as a precious gift. For when time is killed. And the clocks stand still… You’ll have one more second to live. One last chance to redeem your prize. Finally clutching what’s owed. Hand to the fate to enter the gate. Your afterlife access code.
Track Name: The Holder of Dreams (Behold!)
A tower stands. A castle fallen. Not a turret of war. But a waning victory against time. Waiting for laughter, to rejoice when the masters return. Faithful servent, solemn and proud. Shall stand until the ladies and lords return... unbroken. Once held by vigorous ladies; preening and laughing. Now only ghosts dwell. Figments of the splender of an ornate time. Fixate with mortar and silence. What could be the strife of disrepair. The flags have all gone. The winding stairs derelict. Silent. The clocks have wound down. But decades move on and this place still stands. Waiting for laughter, to rejoice when the masters return. Faithful servent, solemn and proud. Shall stand until the ladies and lords return... unbroken.

Shall guard against, the house of despair. Shall hold vows firm, to the wandering. Shall outspread arms, for the reaching hands. Shall offer dreams, to all the falling. Until the return...
Track Name: The Processor (Theatre + Audience)
Hello to you. You, the guests of my performance. Prepare for your spirits to be wrenched clean. Prepare to be a follower of the state of mind. Remember, think not of yourself, but of the state of mind. Such youthful creatures with your ardent orifices. But not all respect my view. Observe the lad in row 3. He spits, he drools, he points his finger at my face. This lad obviously possesses the aggressive trapped energy which puts your fist thru the wall when faith in others begins to fall. Please don’t encourage such a painful impact. Just take out your aggressions on a cardboard box. Oh, this lad is not listening! Please sit down. Please don’t go away my friend. You’ll just have to learn the truth. For there is no escape from my state of mind. Go ahead. The door, the door. Push on the door. Door number 8 9 2 6 4. There shall be no exit. Nor soon will you want to. Just sit, relax. Focus your eyes on the double digit number (60). Listed to the overcast symphony and prove to me how long once can be. Oh how I love you all. You will always be in my mind. My state of mind. Until my eyes are forever closed. In the mean time, I check things once, I check you twice. And I continue on... compulsion. Until I’m satisfied within, I let it soak into my skin. My special disease. Oh I've learned to not rid but tune the demon. The compulsion; My special disease. Again I'm checking on you. I see 13, you are 13. Not in age, but stories in all. Wrapped in 1 is what I saw. This state of mind is what you'll see.Oh, by the way I could call you honesty. The most devastating, crushing, distressing, overwhelming, shocking, shattering, stunning, exposing word in dreams. And that is what I mean... You have but once to see.
Track Name: The Dragon (Sin Eater)
I will cleanse you by eating your filth. Confess to me your fears. I now condemn me to quell the dragon in you. Then we will drink your tears. I wish to consume your words, I wish to shed your skin, I wish to take your fear, I wish to eat your sins. Pay me the coin. Initial the fare. And now we drink for the pawn. No longer to roam, your spirit is free. To sing the words of this song. Our end is our beginning.
Track Name: Phoenix (And Lightning Girl)
There's got to be a place better than this. This is your question, what you insist. Behold my friends, I've come to say, do not believe prophecy as fate. Words seldom come true. Just don't come true. You want to rise and fly just like us. You want to fight and sting just like us. You want to burn, red just like us. Cause anything is better than what we got. We want the fire that burns so red. Hornets to the sky, till vengeance is met. There has to be a better place than this. There's got to be a place better than this. Till our last breath we vie. Hands clenched we cry. With burning mad, mad eyes we'll watch the old world die. Fly Hornets, Fly! To the sky! There is a time better than now. Follow the story as to how . Mirror the thought into your view. Together, as a Dragon, create a world for me, and you. You want to rise and fly just like us. You want to fight and sting just like us. You want to burn, red just like us. Cause anything is better than what we got. We want the fire that burns so red. Hornets to the sky, till vengeance is met. There has to be a better place than this. There's got to be a place better than this. Till our last breath we vie. Hands clenched we cry.
Track Name: The Master (Is?)
You know, I think I will always remember how you came to the hospital for me.
That made me realize how much you were there for me.
I remember lying on the floor with Madelaine above me asking, "do you want me to call Ken?".
Yes I wanted to call you and say, "hi, I ate shit, I'm in a lotta pain. I need you next to me. you comfort me".
I wanted to say that, but I couldn't get off the floor.
That and I was too chicken-shit.
What I'm trying to say is: Thanks.
Life is so interesting.
It's a big, fun, enjoyable, sticky sweet, bittersweet game.
I know what the secret of life is.
Enjoy it, and act like a kid all the time.
Oh, and I know another secret... the master is...

I feel like the whole world's an ashtray
For there are those of us who always fall
Everytime we pick ourselves up
Something pushes us back down
As if our fingers that push have been cut
And our legs have been severed
We're blind and we don't know
No finger to push
And we don't feel the pain
But parted from our legs we fall down again
Katrina, at these moments
Every time I look back up
The master is...

God, I just thought of the weirdest thing.
I thought about what is after the galaxies.
I mean does the world ever stop?
What if there is a being out there in a different place a big thing, a kid maybe and we're just a game for him, or her whatever the case maybe.
How scary.
What if we’re in his backyard and his mom gets mad and throws us away?
Is THAT the end of the world? Huh?
I’m so afraid of the stupidest things.
I THINK of the stupidest things.
Don’t I?
And Ken, what was before the world?
If the human race gets killed off what’s there going to be?
I hate when I think about these things.
And Tony says I don’t think.
Well you know what else I think...the master is...

Lately I feel invisible.
No, its really as if I'm a stationary object that everyone else shuffles to avoid.
Come on, what's going to happen if they run into me?
Be forced to have a conversation; have to simply say 'hello'?
Even the doctors and nurses only seem to speak to me in the allotted amount of time.
I know my family is busy, they have their busy lives to live.
How I long to just ramble on in idle chatter.
Am I just an expense.
Have I outlived my usefulness?
Am I a... burden?
I remember long ago when I was the nurse.
But at that time I was also armed with a weapon.
When faced with the realization that we were both saving and taking lives
It was said that I could be heard on all the fronts
when I grabbed onto my C.O. and screamed...
God Damnit!
I knew it!
This whole fucking time!
The master is...

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