Meditations No. 6
All Tracks performed, recorded, and mixed by Dälek (Will Brooks)
October 26 – November 4, 2020 Deadverse Studios III.
Union City, NJ
Five instrumental compositions performed using:
Ableton Live, SAMPLR, AUM, MPC 3000, ELEKTRON Analog Heat MKII, Spectrasonics Omnisphere, Keyscape, and Trillian, Eventide Space, Eventide Timefactor, Soundtoys, Wavesfactory Echo Cat and a Tascam 424 mkII 4-Track.
Mayan Ruins Music (SESAC)
© 2020 Deadverse Recordings
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Track listing:
1 You Ready?
2 Sic Semper Tyrannis
3 On Blocks When We Was Kids
4 99.9% Somebody Getting Shot
5 When At Last We Draw That Final Breath.
Sic semper tyrannis
Vanquish victors paint an awkward picture Prophetic diction dictated to deaf as hyrogliphics born of mystic mistake men make simplistic
You picked the wrong one son
What is you a wizard?
It’s either truth or it isn’t
Remain undeterred from prime mission
Addition by omission
Seen visions to fruition
Path
shown by a Rye coalition
…I’ll supply the ammunition
Sic Semper Tyrannis There is no advantage Perhaps the same species but different planets Sic Semper Tyrannis Whats that old adage? …But I’m the one you call savage?
Sic Semper Tyrannis There is no advantage Perhaps the same species but different planet Sic Semper Tyrannis
…Until he Vanish
underlying currents.
Never Judged by pure merits Perfect mess that we inherit They inherently discredit Discussed in hushed whispers The trust we had withered Weathered storms before, bigger
But they eyes stuck on 7 figures
All smoke and broke mirrors
Perhaps I’m old fashioned with a dash of bitters Left handed AND I ran with scissors
Palms clasped scholars and killers
No difference wit saints and sinners
Both reside within us
When At Last We Draw That Final Breath
When the boy finally looked up…
So much time had elapsed
he could barely grasp his first movements
Was he a pawn or a king?
How many sunrises broken by a night’s lateral movement Irrational thoughts congruent to rhythm
Language that was always fluid congealed within him Forming a center of concrete idioms
Unable to be expressed though nevertheless infallible Stalwarts… like stone castles
Meant to last the millennia
And yet he of flesh and there within lied the dilema. Chiseled words must be hurled as far…
and for as long as possible.
Regardless of obstacles
The pain must manifest in spoken manifesto set to ancient drum and vibration
Even as we succumb to slumber
Even if inaudible… it’s existence itself shall last the duration and reverberate
channel into physical movements that resonate
We MUST Travel the absurd path even in obscurity
Not for vanity, but to truly be heard.
Observe the minute movements of life and death
Until When At Last We Draw That Final Breath
