Perpetual Motion
by Cary Grace
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Digital Album
Immediate download of 10-track album in your choice of MP3 320, FLAC, or just about any other format you could possibly desire.Buy Now ₤4.99 GBP or more
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Double CD - Limited Edition Hand-printed Paper Sleeve
Numbered edition of 50 copies. This is the FINAL batch of these gorgeous hand-made packages. When they are gone, they will be gone forever.
Two black LP-look-alike CDs, in inner mini record sleeves, packed in a completely hand-made (hand printed, hand cut, hand folded, hand glued) black card outer sleeve. Original linocut artwork by Cary Grace is printed in permanent metallic silver oil-based block printing ink.
As the printing is done entirely by hand, no two prints are exactly alike, making each sleeve a unique
Includes full lyrics.
Packaged in a clear resealable Japanese mini LP dust cover. These covers are specially imported from Japan, and can be resealed again and again to protect the contents from dust and damage. No wasteful environmentally damaging shrinkwrap!!!
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The Scarab
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Between the Pages I
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Cassiopeia, 1572
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Between the Pages II
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Between the Pages III
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Dreamcatcher
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Between the Pages IV
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Perpetual Motion
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Review Excerpts:
"...Perpetual Motion is not only a double-album (i.e. two CDs), but also has two distinct sides to it. It takes time to listen to this impressive work, but it is worth it for the many analogue sounds, the hypnotic atmosphere and long psychedelic instrumental sections..."
—Kristian Selm [Progressive Newsletter, Issue 66, translated from German - website: www.progressive-newsletter.de ]
"...the use of the violin points to the influences as well; Gong, Hawkwind again, Crimson … it may not sound LIKE them, but it breathes much of the same air (when there is air out in space)."
—Kevin [ mratavist.wordpress.com ]
"... Queen of Pentacles ... developing from floydy psychedelic to jazz rock(!) over the course of time. Synthesizer, electric guitar and violin are harmonizing as well as duelling - this is amazing!"
—Rivertree [ Progarchives.com ]
"...blending cosmic synth sounds of 70’s HAWKWIND to the tender “Meddle”-era PINK FLOYD tones with touch of psych folk, strong synthesizer presence and female voice in front!"
—Eetu Pellonpää [ Progarchives.com ]
"...Perpetual Motion is not only a double-album (i.e. two CDs), but also has two distinct sides to it. It takes time to listen to this impressive work, but it is worth it for the many analogue sounds, the hypnotic atmosphere and long psychedelic instrumental sections..."
—Kristian Selm [Progressive Newsletter, Issue 66, translated from German - website: www.progressive-newsletter.de ]
"...the use of the violin points to the influences as well; Gong, Hawkwind again, Crimson … it may not sound LIKE them, but it breathes much of the same air (when there is air out in space)."
—Kevin [ mratavist.wordpress.com ]
"... Queen of Pentacles ... developing from floydy psychedelic to jazz rock(!) over the course of time. Synthesizer, electric guitar and violin are harmonizing as well as duelling - this is amazing!"
—Rivertree [ Progarchives.com ]
"...blending cosmic synth sounds of 70’s HAWKWIND to the tender “Meddle”-era PINK FLOYD tones with touch of psych folk, strong synthesizer presence and female voice in front!"
—Eetu Pellonpää [ Progarchives.com ]
credits
released 05 July 2009
Cary Grace: Vocals, Guitars, EMS VCS3
John Garden: Prophet 5, Guitars
Graham Clark: Violin
Andy Budge: Bass
David Payne: Drums
Produced and mixed by Cary Grace.
Cary Grace: Vocals, Guitars, EMS VCS3
John Garden: Prophet 5, Guitars
Graham Clark: Violin
Andy Budge: Bass
David Payne: Drums
Produced and mixed by Cary Grace.
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- Track Name: The Scarab
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Do you move among steel tyrants?
Do you move invisible?
Through the desert, steps are silence—
ancient and inscrutable.
Hot wind, gilded paper flutter—
bleaching bones; ivory dust.
Powder tongues of nothing mutter,
“What of longing? What of lust?”
From horizon to horizon...
Where are all the scrolls of wisdom?
Where are all your acolytes?
Pressing on forever,
ever fleeing from a million nights.
Gravity may press an imprint,
fleeting as the flame above,
but darkness fills your every footprint—
such is hatred; such is love.
In an alabaster winter:
needles of obsidian.
Were your icicles to splinter,
we would know the fire then.
From horizon to horizon... - Track Name: Queen of Pentacles (extended version)
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As the trees above you,
as the Earth beneath,
all you oppress shall love you—
with hate behind clenched teeth.
All the gold you gather,
all the grain you reap,
is a plague upon you,
slumbering in sleep.
Who will bring you water?
Who will bring you wine?
You are Fortune’s daughter—
you are no child of mine.
The circle, when it closes,
will see your card reversed.
Trampled are your roses,
and your throne accursed.
Red will be your banner,
black will be your name;
suspicion be your manner,
and deep will be your shame.
Who will bring you water?
Who will bring you wine?
You are Fortune’s daughter—
you are no child of mine.
Perfect is your beauty,
and gleaming is your crown,
but ruined is your country—
your fortress falling down.
Many are your riches,
but surely as you go,
the ones from whom you borrowed
will take back what you owe.
Who will bring you water?
Who will bring you wine?
You are Fortune’s daughter—
you are no child of mine. - Track Name: Dreamcatcher
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There is a way, a way ahead.
There is no destination.
There is no end, end of the line—
only another station.
Cast some words upon the wind—
maybe someone will catch them.
Scatter dreams upon the wind—
maybe something will happen.
There is a place, a place within—
a place that has no boundary.
Perhaps I will invite you in,
so you can travel with me. - Track Name: Helleborus
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A silver wind breathes low,
beyond the poison trees,
where tortured spectres flow
into the metal seas.
Medusa holds the glass
at edge of chasm black.
As statuary still,
reflections flicker back.
Reach to the end of night,
float over strange plateaus,
Where syllables of poetry
cascade like dominoes.
[a walk from wind to wind
reaches the end and keeps going
circular as the idea of horizon
balancing starlight on narrow edge
and there is a sound of jangling atmospheres
ringing with the swift ghosts of fires
countenance of petal white
eyes for holes and holes for eyes
vivid blindness clearest sight
carried by decaying flight
the glide to ground
and then the sound
is sharp not round
is tightly wound
with shrieking pitch
the running stitch
leaves no loose threads untangled
words spoken never arrive
but are suspended
by the letters of a frozen alphabet
meaningless as forgotten constellations]
The swallower of many suns
is hiding in the forest.
Eyes as bright as diamonds,
and dark as helleborus... - Track Name: Perpetual Motion
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Porch light, topaz, tangerine,
beaming through the dusk—
dim through the swirling mosquitoes.
Humming electricity: heat lightning,
lightning crackling,
must be perpetual motion.
Screen door closes on July;
air hangs heavy, heavy.
This book will close, will close forever.
Time recalls only the cover,
but you are pressed between the pages,
pressed between the pages.
Deep pulse in a flat vibration.
There’s a buzzing at the window.
There’s a rustle in the leaves.
There’s a ticking like an echo,
ticking, pricking shivers up your sleeves.
There’s a buzzing at the window.
There’s a pounding in your head.
There’s a clicking like a clockwork,
clicking, clicking, filling you with dread.
There’s a buzzing at the window.
There’s a hissing in the mine.
There’s a chiming in the tower,
chiming, climbing, clanging up your spine.
Strange dream of a wheel that’s spinning—
round, round, round no centre.
Cold, cold, there’s a wheel
that’s spinning round—
come to take the summer,
take the summer.
Must be perpetual motion...
