I: And Summer Sucks Anyway "Hey you, What’s down the well?" Some destiny. Fire at my fingertips and Emergence and deliberance Throw your cent in, make a wish So many branches to inferno. Fill your shoes with cement All the shops are closing Up come seven suns No return policy on the trees burning down Rising from the west Fifty percent off your love tonight Buy the keys to Hell See through the window as you suffer in fire: That white horse is mine. Eternity this fiscal year Fuck your privacy, drink beer Self-evident dharma dream Speak in summer, speak in scream Water dies, unknowing You'll become unspoken Sunset Enjoy your last summer Your last circus After all, Summer sucks anyway. Supermarket Yggdrasil Let us rest within your will If someone knocks, you must relent In case it's my judgement II: Shades’ Lament Without Rest - parts 1 & 2 I shatter My first fragment falls into the Chaos "Remember me: I was War" Idolatry comes naturally among the lost Conquest, Famine & Death Then the second ascends to the stars They pick up speed, they are Nameless "The best of thoughts cannot exceed you as long as you fear" Conquest, Famine & Death The third, then, is me I wander Earth I don't know my name Am I Conquest, Famine, or Death? III: Batshit Echolocation Predator calls for us. Echolocation All is silent Predator knows. IV: O Immature Amateur CHORUS: "O Immature Amateur, Want to be mine? I've got something For you to see when You're not busy sending messages out to sea. See the cyclops there? His lack of depth perception's keeping us apart keeping you from swimming in the fountain of..." ME: "Chorus, say no more. I will do this for you. If you want him gone, Thy will be done." I will slay the cyclops. CHORUS: "Now you are mine. Birth, aging, illness, death All will mean nothing soon. In suffering, you are mine." V: Kurentovanje I - Harlequins INSTRUMENTAL VI: Blind Well of Destiny "Hey you, What’s down the well?” Down the well (some destiny), I live here. VII: BEHOLD LUCIUS I AM COME ISIS: “BEHOLD LUCIUS I AM COME! A GARLAND OF ROSES FOR YOUR TIME. I AM WHAT YOU WOULD CALL GOD. WILL YOU WORSHIP MY BLOOD? “WE MAY NEVER HAVE A WINTER AGAIN. FOREST FIRES MAY NEVER GO OUT THE NEXT SPECIES TO THINK AND LOVE MAY NEVER KNOW OUR TRACE. “WE ARE TO BE WIPED OUT, SYSTEMATICALLY DESTROYED IN DEEP STROKES OF BRUISE IN DEEP CUTS OF AGONY.” ME: “My voice is nothing in the wake of destiny Individuality means nothing to thee Forever caught between apocalypse and despairing conclusions to a place no longer there” Far off the border from misagony and order, Mankind prepares a dance. No soldier wins when the inferno begins, No artist leaves his trance. I need an escape. I need an escape now.

I: Shopping Wood Echonegation No echo Predator Can't hear me go II: Four Horsemen Wearing Pig Masks Through the shops a shout is shot, it echoes through my vein. Something's coming, pack is coming, galloping down the rain: Four horsemen. FOUR HORSEMEN: “We are War! Like generations of summer leaves, mortal men, Soon the wind scatters us but for now, We are War! Idolatry is a mortal sin, who are you? Where do you belong to, Sunsetto? Our kingdom calls many home early, don't be scared. It's by our route he'll come some morrow, Holding cities aloft, pig of kings.” ME: “Pig of kings? What are you saying about a pig? Who's this pig? He's HOW big? Where'd you go? Don't tell me I walk alone!” III: He Walks Alone I wander Earth, Prices marked by war. I see a, I hear a, I greet a towering pig. THE PIG KING: “War? Earth! She knows nothing of the sort, though you think she has suffered. My kingdom buys her kind for pittances Takes her land as tilly, burns it. Currency: Inhumanity, Not that this means anything to me. Pleases me. Anyway, such is my boast.” Laugh! Weep! Slap knee! For we, the Clowns. IV: Darkest Clowns They wear the golden gowns. They are the darkest clowns. Nobility and the good graces Embodiment underneath their shoes. Cold misfortune had you seek mercy. You prayed to them and they heard it Can't you hear them laugh at your cries? They sing their hymn for Earth They sing a hymn of mirth They list of all our towns They are the darkest clowns. THE CLOWNS: “We sell conquest that we never earned. We play with fire, we never get burned. We buy your farms to watch your food rot. You're our market. When you die, raise our stock.” V: Deeper Into Cataclysm The Pig King calls you home. Only way out is loam. Deep cuts of bruise, deep strokes agony. Deep cuts raw meat, long days. New York, Beijing, Karachi afloat on body bags. Shanghai and Incheon, Manila, Delhi shaking. Jakarta, Tokyo simply vanish into gore. Why are those who suffer likely to be the poor? They are the darkest clowns They hear our every sound We're conscious but too late Of the world they create Slap your legs for the Clowns As we become the mound Earth is chaos, everything Look now here comes the king VI: Sunsetto And The Pig King THE PIG KING: Isis is mine, and my work is nigh. I see Lucius out of my one eye. ME: His one eye, huh? He's the cyclops. There's just one way Yggdrasil's will Idolatry -- His vice, my kill. THE PIG KING: Laugh! Weep! Slap knee! I am Clown! I am War! [Lucius slays the cyclops.] FOUR HORSEMEN: The King is dead! He's the Pig Bruiser! The Pig Bruiser! You're Pig Bruiser! ME: He's not War, He's not your king, Just the cadaver of depth perception. With his death, May deep cuts never plague our cities. (Who am I trying to convince?) VII: Of The Four Known Corners Of The Earth VELES: One down. With night upon, Lucius Sunsetto departs. One Clown dwells, and he applies his mind to unknown arts. One more takes up pig's throne. His stocks are sky high, Still he takes a loan. Canio! Bend your wits to change our nature, Study weakness, make sequela. Pierrot! Put on the costume, Turn your distress into tarantella. Chorus, do you hear us? CHORUS: I hear up come seven suns! VELES: Isis, do you see us? ISIS: I SEE THE FESTIVAL OF LAUGHTER! VELES: Inanna, do you see us? INANNA: Seven I see, the mountains caving in a bow. Veles, do you see us? VELES: I see ruins sprouting many flowers. ME: What a nightmare! Seven Clowns more! The wind roaring! I must press on! VELES: We have spoken, he's awoken, let us say no more about it. Bend your wits to change our nature, study weakness, make sequela. Put on the costume, turn your distress into tarantella. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.

I: ...for the cold inexhaustible no INSTRUMENTAL II: I Split The Atom PIERROT: Musicae vivit. Diaphanous movement-- dance Vessel for the higher impulse Adiaphanous forever When, how? Prenativity When, how? Postmortemity Dance for all your days Dance for all your days Help me Listen to the wind: "Habit's the great deadener You have fake music in your mouth." III: Flotsam Off The Scree I listen to Invisible Jester's Sonata of the river And without words I know the song It's cold, it's mad, my psychopomp Its notes are quick Drop rushing thick Motifs carrying moonlit detritus Through all these years This stream appears At times, so serene At times, to fight us Something's taking course, the river of Mab IV: Kurentovanje II- Source of the River Blue source, taking course, Grew flora from its aura Too late, their floodgate Down the well a tarantella When, how? Tranquility (trinity) When, how? Humanity (unity) THE CLOWNS: We play with Mab We never get sad "Hey you, What's down the well You've been searching for? Look into the blue The Fountain of Mab. Keep balance.” V: I’m A Good Joke THE DREAM: Floating backwards down the river Mab I hear the babbling of a sapling As a forest fire, spreading higher through the mire, slays his sire: "Dabbling briar, don't you swim!" Mockingbirdsong premieres to sold-out crowd. Help me to resolve the contradictions. VI: Passerine What a moment passed! Oh, that melody! What a thing, oh, I've already forgotten In the wake of the Mab and her mockingbirds I have forgotten how to dance. Gaia's still singing her aubade even as she burns. Summer lasts way too long for goodbyes. Gaia still sings her aubade for you, for your love And summer lasts way too long for goodbyes, Goodbye, my love!

I: Here Comes The Sun Country glen with shouting men Growing star erases our Liquid lenis leaving only the Ruptured tenebrious loud thundercloud memoir: RANGI (WHAT THE THUNDER SAYS): Are you afraid? When we're together I can almost feel you shake. Let me cry for you, though my tears evaporate. Even if the light should destroy us, Wouldn't you... like that? Uh, hm, ahem. II: The Wind’s An Invisible Jester You left home To satisfy your convic(pass)tion Shun pain, watch, trap it in ice Invisible Jester, come home. I see now, The hurt surrounds us all. To this extent, their flames are meaningless! Clowns falter 'fore impermanence. Invisible Jester, commence. Talk to the wind. When, how, why? White Jester, White Jester Talk to the wind. Yes, I'm afraid When we are together. I'm afraid my pride forbade me from seeing Exposure to the light hardens victims Here's a Clown His name's Eugene, eugenicist. "Hey Sunsetto," calling you home "Hey Sunsetto, won't you come home?" Shareholder With dividends in high places, you see. He claims he might be Death. "Hey Sunsetto," calling you home "Hey Sunsetto, you're coming home. Or else!" III: Ready Your Engine, Eugene Oh, I am too tired for this. EUGENE: You're tired Hardwired And burning on flaming wings, money. You're tired Unsteady Overwhelmed You can't win, Pig Bruiser. Nerves fired Not ready There's no chance ME: Yes, I'm tired Hardwired Better keep up! Ready your engine, Eugene. [Lucius kills Eugene.] See? I'm tired Hardwired And still take down Any Clown. IV: Ghost of Capitalisms Past So yeah, summer goes on. Archangel calculus, How infinitesimal! To go towards but never reach; How maddening to think you were once heresy! Growing star closing in Melting cars on saucepan roads I know it's dynamo, not personal Still a sad show. Treading so slow Maybe when Aleph Null is full we'll see the afterglow? From bottom-up is impossible. Adiaphanous number (VOICE OF) CHORUS: Trapped in birth aging illness death In suffering, you're mine. V: Kurentovanje III- Duration Of Inferno Seas flood with blood As Death slays War Rise, second sun Soon even blood will dry up Somewhere Yggdrasil withers Until it's hard as stone. VI: Watch For Rolling Rocks VELES: Out of Yggdrasil a giant I am Veles, king of the rocks Come and sleep under the tree You'll see the workings of Society With Papa, mother under Eshu cenotaph asunder Sky bring horrors, make you wonder Meet with Rangi when comes thunder Clowns won't bother you under the ground You'll be with your new family In restful slumber, peaceful Lay on your back, wait for landslide Summer comes round The sun comes down Earth is ablaze Mind your young eyes, don't hit your head Or mind your music tastes instead To the Supermarket Yggdrasil, Drop to your knees and pray for skill Pray for balance And pray consumers choose their meal Sleep under the Earth September Clowns believe just this, remember: "Their anabasis comes at your expenses... Crush them." ME: O Goodnight, Yggdrasil Summer's too long for goodbyes But a goodnight may be wise O So goodnight, Yggdrasil Yeah, goodnight Yggdrasil Pray consumers choose their meal Else the Clowns will choose for us. VELES: By the third sun, mountains will bake Mighty clouds will eat the atmosphere and choke whatever remains, Leave Earth as toxic wanderer. Fourth cruel sun won't even grant that, Molten rock combust to plasma, Making Earth itself the fifth sun, Solar system hideous beast. Still the stars will not be done, The next two take our gravity, And by the time come is the last one, We will all become as one sun. VII: Landslide Lay on your back We will all become as one (see Pt 2)

VI: Landslide (Continued from Pt 1) Wait for landslide What other choice do I have? Actually... I can think of just one thing: Ask the Clowns to dance. Predator, I'm not afraid. Atop Mount Meru, He reclaims the thirty-third power for the Clowns. Power to erase all evidence, Transcend and escape samsara. CANIO: There's something higher than God, Beyond form Neither perception nor lack of perception He longs to define the shape of Shaping He doesn't see me climb the mountain My first fragment returns from the Chaos, A spring in his step. He has conquered. I open his ears, and he joins the dance that never ends. I send him on his way. Canio ain't happy. CANIO: Messing with the balance! ME: Ah, but I'm not done Pierrot, Canio, or whatever your name is. And then the second falls out of the sky. They found their name: "I'm Sunsetto." I hate to lie, that's not a surprise. Anyway, they join the dance. There was no Conquest, Famine or Death, was there? Just a planet of shades' lament. CANIO: If you are quite finished, I've got business to do. You know I won't dance? Tarantella's not for me but you. So he snaps his fingers and he's now a mockingbird Flies away and leaves me here without another word VIII: The Wordless Sunset INSTRUMENTAL IX: Remember Sunset And the world goes dark But it's odd, feel the water rise. The wind picks up, a sonata It's enough to vibrate the water And if I hold my body still I can just about make out the words: "It's time to go, we begin again. And this time, no more supermarket; The Clowns will have a better task." X: The Grand Reopening Gardens all across the Earth are green As up comes a new sun But I'm dancing at the roots of a new Yggdrasil And I still can't stop The shops open again and no one goes in. The well of destiny: Puddle in the spring.

I: As Seen In A Dream (including Kurentovanje IV) INSTRUMENTAL II: Without Rest INSTRUMENTAL III: Sunsetto Is A Work Of INSTRUMENTAL