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Zero Repercussions

by Terrapin

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1.
Who walks in the fields of unknown graves? Falls. Whispers. Sighs. Leaves no trace. There shrieks no word, there flows no thought No prayer sent, no lesson taught. And the world trembles in a dream And the blood drowns every scream As ever. Profit worship, greed, ideoleptic flame Hate-mongering cretins run the game Mankind is a danger to the Galaxy Unless we choke first in our own apathy. And the world trembles in a dream And the blood drowns every scream As ever. Who walks in the fields of unknown graves But the ghosts of those lost in the icy waves? For all the lives cut up and burnt No progress made, no lessons learnt. And the world surely will go on Breathing deeply, cold, relieved and alone As ever.
2.
Hymn 05:39
In place of the evil chaos of a world forever falling apart, In place of the oceanic swells of sorrow that gains year by year, What to construct, what to maintain what to let go up in flames? Nothing to achieve, nothing to attain till the maenads come ’round again. If war is the father of all things, patricide is in order. If property is worth more than life, then let us all have nothing. Nothing to achieve, nothing to attain, there is no solid ground. We build and we kill, we clutch and we break, but there is no solid ground. Truth will be found in a world of lies, beyond the boundaries of hate. Nothing to achieve, nothing to attain but freedom from origin and fate. If war is the father of all things, patricide is in order. If property is worth more than life, then let us all have nothing.
3.
Mind probe A legally grey spell Unhappy wageslaves Anti-image laws and mind control A throwaway for every high security facility Ferocious opponents on land and sea Quickly lead to their demise Captured enemies, motivated targets Make it up and claim it to be true. No repercussions for our actions Mind probe and transfer ownership Covertly from across the room A house rule Transfer ownership Vulcan mind style Zero repercussions.
4.
The Woods 05:54
How can you resolve what doesn’t want to be resolved? How can you liberate what doesn’t know what it means to be free? Standing on the edge of despair, taking in the breathtaking view Brittle as the covers of old paperbacks, wondering why the dogs did not bark. There are always the ones around you less fortunate than you Children and innocent animals and everything that lives and dies. The measure of all things is stark raving mad from failing to measure himself So he’s reached a place where life has no value except as a means to achieve a non-life. Think about that for a change, something beside yourself. Go somewhere else for a change, somewhere outside yourself. The woods aren’t only there to make you dream.
5.
They may not want us, To them we are ghosts. Speaking with our hands, Thinking with our tongues. Already endless skies Little circuits close Why are we here? When will we be gone? And they flowed with the stream And they thought it was the same. Infinite trajectories Erratic satellites. And they flowed with the stream And they thought it was another. Infinite trajectories Erratic satellites. They may not want us, To them we are ghosts.
6.
Here is the magic of a sleepy town in the summer heat When the crickets pause in their song, Waiting for a cue no one else can hear. Here is the enchantment of an empty street in the early morning With the crisp young sunlight just beyond Blue shadows lazing in the sparkling air. You are a dream that lingers on, Fragrant and strange in the morning, And having come to pass through this world You make it real once more. And you smile like the river that ripples the wind, loving and headstrong, Hard and forgiving, ever flowing, A lighthearted song for an old life ending.
7.
Epithalamion 04:06
Sucked in the green, washed by the rain clean With all the good neighbours and a few of the bad Ploughing the sands Yes, we’re all mad here, or we pretend to be Which amounts to the same; haunted, but tame, Sowing the salt But you made me a better man Then came a day I never dreamed would come Brighter than spring days in the home of those Ploughing the sands We journey on through elemental days We float with the seasons, we live on the wing Sowing the salt And you made me a better man
8.
Graciously 04:58
Surely this must be what I saw Changing, pulling bootstraps, onward. In the grasses crow and thrush hunt. Sounds of laughter, bell-like, calling. In the soft sunlight by the riverbank Summer solstice shadows drifting by Saw you dreaming in sweet communion With beasts and trees In gracious conversation. Try to fit it in, you lose it In distractions past and future. Sounds of laughter, bell-like, calling. Try to fit it in, you lose it. In the soft sunlight by the riverbank Summer solstice shadows drifting by Saw you walking in sweet communion With beasts and trees In gracious conversation Graciously calling our names.

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released May 11, 2020

Personnel:

Vassilis Bas Athanassiadis - vocals, electric guitar, 12 string acoustic guitar, cümbüş, Korg Monotron
George Tzivas - drums, percussion
Kostas Sidirokastritis - backing vocals, bass, keyboards, electric guitar


Recorded and mixed by Gustav Penka at Suono Studio, Athens, GR. Mastered by Nick Townsend at Townsend Mastering, Costa Mesa, California, USA.
Music & lyrics by Vassilis Athanassiadis except
"(Prolonged accusation) Mind probe" lyrics by Sandra Dillon.
Produced and arranged by Terrapin.
Artwork by George Tzivas.

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Terrapin Athens, Greece

Spaced-out folk songs.

Vassilis Bas Athanassiadis - vocals, guitars
George Tzivas - drums, percussion
James Stathatos - bass
Alexandros Misirliadis - keyboards

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