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Gathering Souls

by A Conclave of Baer

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1.
The nights are burning. Acrid smoke from a Hollywood effects machine rolling over the town. A fog of thousands of screaming extras, Falling Japanese monster movie skyscrapers And crusading art film zealots Smothering a shocked city in opiate fever nightmares. The knights are burning. An orange poppy of incineration Lulling them to forever sleep. A conflagration igniting desire in The hearts of lotus eaters. Arabian Knights have stolen our treasure and Destroyed our talismans of power in 1,001 seconds. Would that these fires burn away our fear and hatred in so short a time. For now our vulnerability is available In Sense-A-Round To show during the burning nights. A conflagration igniting desire...
2.
I fell, you tell me As if the burns are similar to scraped elbows I’m fine, you tell me As if the cuts are made while cooking I’m not sleeping well, you tell me As if the swelling is smudged make up Where are the children? Out running, running, running Away to the meadows From alleys and corners, Hardening their hearts Packing their souls like snowballs Ready for the long, long winter I fell, you tell me Running around with bruises inside and out I’m fine, you tell me
3.
I live in a shattered mirror world Having enlisted in an army of fused glass soldiers Whose weapons of mass destruction Were forged from shards of a crystallized doll house Created by a master builder and his crew His head, gabbing and leering, Sends us out his glass tentacles To gather up the enemy of the people At night I lie down under burnt blood skies Tossing turning fighting biting kicking scratching wishing wondering Wandering In my dreams to get back to you
4.
Orgiastic moans coupling with maniacal laughter and awe-soaked gasps A reawakening of sound after forced hibernation 59 I believe in screams Strangled cries awaken fever dreams 59 I believe in screams Bursting into the air Washing over the arbor bereft of caretakers Daring the aurally impaired to take notice 59 I believe in screams Strangled cries awaken fever dreams 59 I believe in screams The inanimate jump, bend or sway Only to alight with blood wet drops Tendrils extended into the canals Where it swims in a maze of frequencies 59 I believe in screams Strangled cries awaken fever dreams 59 I believe in screams A vibrational ocean for appreciation Decibeled phantasmagoria flows ahead Taunting us only to be fenced in Clockwise notions of notes and chords Perhaps this vernal rite drives me away Drawn by lunatic lovers’ evolution of music of other spheres 59 I believe in screams Strangled cries awaken fever dreams 59 I believe in screams 59 I believe in screams Strangled cries awaken fever dreams 59 I believe in screams I resist but I believe in scream
5.
My toy kingdom is crumbling. My castle in the clouds is burning. My powers have been stripped. I have been reduced to a golem, a straw man parlaying with crows who would sooner pick my stuffing, as you tell me it will never be the same. I saw only our shadow life on the cave wall. You turned me to the opening. I covered my eyes not wanting to lose Eurydice to Hadean reality. You tried to plug my ears with wax. I stayed lashed to the mast of my fears only wanting to hear the Sirens of my dreams. You read our future to me. I berated you for being a Cassandra. As the crows pick at me outside of your walled realm, I think of Antigone's brothers and pray our problems get a decent burial.
6.
Decibeled passages crisscross my mind With images and words that bind us together Invocations slowly filling Midnight tunnels always ending in feather-light haze Jigsaw memories echo crazed and forgotten pleadings Breathless prayers travel ice-lit hallways beading With pipe sweat and lovers' condensation Your faith in me was taken as compensation for your heart With rainforest math and runes and sigils An ancient god you were making me into from the start Since I am only so in apprehension I voyage through dream corridors to keep up with your attention
7.
Lightning cracked signs and thunderous mad laughs fill my nights The echoing orders of a mad tyrant ringing through my days As we tramp through the city enforcing his Singaporean law The sitcom mentalities proclaim the wonder of order I and the other beast men run through the steel trees rounding up, rounding up your kind When the rats try to subvert the maze the Minotaur in our group enacts the punishment of Edward the second Or orders the most incompetent of us to shoot at their thread I tell myself this is for you The wonder This wonder of order
8.
Darkness, warmth, nourishment and a dark rhythmic pound These are factors upon which our lives are found But in the twinkling of an eye, they are taken By a sharp slap to the back introducing emotions which leave us shaken For this is how it begins waking in the night with fearful shadows and creepy feelings from our ankles to our shins with a darkness mantra in our heads: Darkness is As darkness was And ever more shall be During adolescence the environment, outside and inside, domestic and foreign, mixes and feeds our fears. Our hopes and dreams form out of reaction to the pain and suffering we are subjected to by loved ones and strangers. We make love in the dark, and the light, moving to a rhythm centuries old Strange but this is not love, this is sex Why then is it called love? Why is it used by us to manipulate our egos over someone else? And at the same time, be the most powerful positive emotion? There is a rustling in the air tonight for the trees chant to Mother Earth through a dying ozone layer Darkness is As darkness was And evermore shall be If we look for the warmth of love, we are lost in the darkness of loneliness and insecurity It is amazing what we do for love The abuse we withstand and many times we forsake the tangible nourishment for the intangible There are also those times when our love is given greater than it is received These are also the times when the pounding begins A pulsing sensation, a throbbing painful feeling, a loud humming, singsonging Darkness is As darkness was and evermore shall be
9.
Night comes to the land of anger. A crawling shapeless black ink devouring everything in its path with black hole nonsound. I was fighting to reclaim what was ours. You tried to pull me out of glory's gravitational pull only to sheer away in fear. Our orbits clouded by the nebula of duty, I didn't realize that the bilious ichor-filled planet was mixed with you as well. Now, as I lay here filled with earthquake gashes Your sun's eclipse is all I see and the un-noise of the nocturnal maw is all I hear.
10.
They’re all out running through fields and meadows Through streets in the rain Waiting on corners wrapped tight by their mothers Handing out flowers to open arms Where are the children? For all I see Are you and me but smaller Whizzing by, all banged up inside and out They're all out running away through the meadows Away from the alleys Away from sharp corners Packing their souls down hard like snowballs Ready to hide from the long, long winter Where are the children? For all I see Are you and me but smaller Whizzing by, all banged up inside and out I fell you tell me, the scrapes are from falling I’m fine you tell me, the cuts are from cooking I can’t sleep you tell me, the swelling’s not made up Where are the children? When all I see Are you and me but smaller Whizzing by, all banged up inside Where are the children? For all I see Are you and me but smaller Whizzing by, all banged up inside and out
11.
A pint of blood is on the sand A million martyrs hold belief and New religions crop up where old religions stand Only to die in blessed relief. For in days of yore As in days to come Logic and belief fight hand to hand For those who die... honor. But why? Why did no one hear the martyr's cry? The blood shadows lengthen Organizers say we must strengthen Let no one know the gospel truth: People follow what they are told. But all I saw was blood People spurning, people chiding, people fighting, people dying A pint of blood is all it takes To create a barrier between us changing love to hate. Break it. I'm human whatever the color of my skin or eyes Or whom I take to bed Or whom I choose to wed People laughing, people loving, people giving, people helping People believe, dream and live so that the blood will clot, Stop shadow casting
12.
Sitting in front of the window watching the leaves fall describing ringlets through the air descending landing on an earthly bosom. Only to crumble and decay the more they are blown by heaven's breath. The lattice dragon sleeps outside your window. Its cross-hatched body molting ivy scales. Inside you lie asleep on the bed your hair winding its way down in spiral contortions across your face ending its descent at your breasts. Stirred by an inner wind that periodically escapes your mouth, strands fly apart. I wonder whether my attention's degradation is as inevitable. Will I have to gird myself once again And slay the dragon disturbing The air between us.

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These 12 songs are based on, and in some cases are, poems from the book, Baer Soul, by Oliver Baer.

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released May 21, 2013

Cover art by Mike Cavallaro www.mikecavallaro.com
Mastered by Matt Roth at Olive Juice Music Studios in NYC 2012

Thanks to everyone who participated in the making of this album. Special thanks to Cheri Leone and Ben Fox for their advice as well as all the other anonymous souls who helped this become the virtual and physical thing it is.

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