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Album- "The Astonished Eyes Of Evening"

by Cinema Strange

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Ashkelon Sain
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Ashkelon Sain Such deliriously surreal gothic energy contained herein! Favorite track: Catacomb Kittens.
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psychronautron The kinda band where you can recognize their influences but still not know anything that sounds quite like them. I don't remember how I even found Cinema Strange and I've never met another fan of theirs IRL but so many ppl I've showed them to over the last 10 years swooned as I did when I first heard them.
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sabinianmoonstone What else is to be said about this album? It's so rare to find a band that can make a good second album. Cinema Strange keeps its consistency to make beautiful music. Favorite track: The Red And Silver Fantastique And The Libretto Of The Insipid Minstrel.
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Please come near me, will you hold me? I am leaking so very badly... Will you stop up my holes? If your answer is “No, I’m busy,” I will follow you out to the garden. I can smell you from three miles away. If your answer is “Get me dirty,” you could stop up my holes so nicely. I won’t leak anymore. If your answer is “No, I’m sleepy,” I will stare at your face with longing… I will chew on your face. And then the night comes like an unfolding, unscented flower I’ll be sent away.
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Part One “My eyes are arid and cold on a portrait's insides… I am time-hardened wax and I can see wide. Fungus and frost have fondled my front side and I- Did he wonder and wander in small ages? Did he forget that I died? He’s older and ugly and a beautiful baby… he’s retinal mist. Far away, far away, leaning and twisting, I moan and I list!” Part Two “Not flying, not walking, porous like curtains I hang on the dampness of spring! I’ve heard my own scrapings for so many years; I know that something is coming… Not demon, not quickly, gradual breaking glass… my knees will go out from under me! I’ve borne my own weight for so many years; I know that the ground is dissolving. Not under, not behind, not slow and torpid… I’m far away attic-frost free and untangled!” Part Three “Didn’t he wonder? I shall surprise him! Did he forget? I shall remind him! Please hold my hand beautiful ugly man! I’ve come untangled but we shall find frost again! Dizzy and turning, you need never walk; I shall carry you, hold you, early and blinded! My son is no burden, I’m ancient with sorrow strength!”
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one She spent the night alone with body bruised and skirts asunder. He found his sister in the morning, soaking in a puddle. “Let’s run away,” she said. “He beats us both incessantly. I know a place beneath the city where we’ll stay forever lost. I’ve seen the waifs emerge from the underground. They roam the catacombs and everywhere underneath. We could live secretly, away from society!” two Away after sunset, they tumbled through the darkened city, searching for cold grates with bars agape like twisted teeth and jawbones pulled wide and cracking. Wet and talking wind forbade them! “Just shut your ears,” she said. “Orphans are surrounded by these things. Hold my hand, I’ll lead you below! We’ll find an alcove and no one will know about us! We will live secretly, away from society!” three They wet their tiny kitten paws on rotting rocks and water. They skinned their whiskers digging deep where darkness settles into corners and tooth marks, sightless eyes and sunken ceilings. Sentient depths awoke and noticed them; they started screaming. Let’s hurry back,” she said, “before we are swallowed! Run now, my darling child! I’ll be sure to follow closely! We must hide desperately, away from monstrosities!” four “My hope is dissolved,” she sobbed. “It’s coming this way! I shall belay its chase so that you may flee these tunnels!” But he stood stolidly, and held her hand loyally. outro one Next week, next year, there is a somebody who hears their feet underneath…. They stop and tilt and frown. They hear them drowning- no, the wind singing just below the street… outro two “You’re here with me… it’s just we two. So if you’ve died, why then I have, too…”
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1. Pay no heed to the fool in the field so far and grey... with spies, like the serpents underfoot and rodents. Legs of wood, burlap, canvas, belt, and hood... and scream like freezing, rusty nails and stitches running through his neck... (chorus one) There's straw in his brains and his clothing is stained with mice and small newts and the perfectly maimed. Don't look under his hood in the place where he stood or you'll find yourself running from the rook in the wood. (chorus two) Wind and leaves are rustling, turning, naked branches reaching, reaching. Taunted vigil, weeping on his stick... now he's bleeding. He can hear the pest and when it's gnawing through. Rope and rowan cast him when the Raven flew... He can be the darkness in the trees, feel the hollow, and then frighten children far too young for this winter. He can live his fear and die and talk again... always in the glade where dark and chill begin... (bridge) He stalks the patch at night and scratch... and fly! Stepping lightly, tries so hard to stain... underneath! And then crawls the dampened earth like fog... tasting blades! And then falling back into a sleep... screaming softly!
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Beginning She is horse-hoof dust and cloth and the lazy rays of sun will squat upon her unblinking eyes. She moves sadly through the woods hanging from the back of a caravan, thread and nail have caught her hand. She relinquishes her grasp and tumbles to the earth, to the wheel ruts, a tangled heap of calico. She sobs dryly for the girl who whispered like a leaf in the autumn time, with winter skin and breath of clover. Now she’s all alone, immobile in the dirt and she can’t change her face to greet the evening pressing, cold, around her. Middle And in the dark she sees new faces; silver like the dew-reflected moon. They laugh at her dress and sing like wind in the winter time… wildflower tongues and moth-wing ears, they sing: “We have a doll from a human child! Hey! Hey! We found her floundered in the dirt! Hey! Hey! Her eyes are painted pools of water! Hey! Hey! Her skin is frost on the velvet skull of a fallen deer!” And in the dark she can lift her head. Silver arms and hands help her dance and blink like fireflies. Underneath a bursting moon twenty years elapse and soon the sun is up and she is cloth: Mathilde in the dirt… End She would gasp in disbelief and she would bend her face with crimson smiles were it not for the daylight, were she not a pile of stuffing. She knots her brains remembering each leap beneath the gnarled and starlit treetops, her flight through hanging willow curtains. She wonders at the people with the caterpillar fingers and the cat claws, the beetle wings and clothes of lichen. Now she hears a sound, a caravan approaching and she shivers in the dust. Her girl has come to find her! Now she’s held aloft! A woman cries and dries her eyes on lost Mathilde from decades past who wandered far and wandered back…
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one What do we have along the lines of GHASTLY? Naught but six with their cups in the punchbowl! Truncheon-bruised and exaggerated piece-parts... moldy, motley, screeching family. With sunken chests the rotting pests are bound and wrapped in funeral garments. Dropsy, gout, and fast consumption, red and dead... they’re seeping siblings! chorus one “What screams from thee, we’re much surprised! Calm thyself and thy leaping forehead! Stow thy scowl and bulging eyes! Royal blood should be far from frowning! We shall join thee and imbibe; we’ll sit and sip from a broken skull! Hello, my dear! Were you aware that your mouth stretches ear to ear?” two What do we have along the lines of POISON? Naught but a barrel of the devil’s own Black Strap! “One gallon each to stow in thy hold: A mulct that’s mild in nature.” “I regret that my hull is weighted, humming stuff is the only ballast-” “Belay that noise! I’ve room to spare! I’ll drink YOURS down in a draught and a half!” chorus two “But wait! I’ve only now divined! King Pest is Timothy Hurlygurly! Stage actors have taken this: an undertaker’s for their playhouse!” “Ill-bred rogue, you mock my throne! A King’s decree cannot be altered! Make him thrash and drown in the October beer in yonder hog’s head!” finale Tarpaulin is sunk to his ears! And the tall one is thrashing about, pulling down bones from a post-mortem chandelier! One knock and dead Duke and bursting the barrel and freeing his fat friend and death to the Pests! They bend from the weight of the two royal sisters... they carry the Pest to their ship and the sea will bathe corpses...the buoyantly dead shall abound...
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Tomb Lilies 05:27
“Please stop by, I’m still alive, though I’m missing fifty tomb lilies. (Even my sister has died.) If you see her tell her that I’m missing fifty tomb lilies. (Several, with her, were espied.) Pulling my hair in town-square, flowers for the dead scattered everywhere, (there is a mess on the cobblestones). Three girls crawled by last week begging for marigolds. Now they’ve gone rotten and have sloppy bones! Down by the sea there lurks a one-eyed whore and she pokes at the corpses with sticks! She trades for delphiniums and sets them afloat where the maggots and black waters mix. My sister had soft, nervous eyes coloured blue and grey, (she flirted and blushed so adorably). But now if she winks it is merely a subtle movement caused by the decomposition of soft bodily tissues, and the expression is done so most horribly.”
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one I drag my right arm through the sawdust… he hasn’t opened his eyes in months. He was a small dog. He lost his hat, and he never made a very convincing primate. I was painted red and silver. Now I’m lonely, lost my dollar and my dog, he rots. two There were children calling my name. They spat upon my paper shoes… I touched their ice cream. I sang through cardboard. I stared at shadows. I don’t know who watched… perhaps they hate me. I was painted red and silver. Now I’m ugly, lost my flower and I’m seeing spots.

about

The second CD released by Trisol. This was the first full-length recording project for the band.

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released January 1, 2002

Lafitte (Michael Ribiat)- guitar, acoustic guitar, programming, electric organ, piano, etc.
"Lafitte, he is sneaky... but he always gets caught."

Zampano (Lucas Lanthier)- voices, programming, librettos, and what not.
"Zampano is king of the circus... but it is a very small circus."

Yellow (Daniel Ribiat)- bass, acoustic guitar, programming, keyboards, omnichord, and so on.
"Yellow likes haddock... but haddock doesn't like him."

All songs written and arranged by Cinema Strange, except the end of track 9, based on Prelude No. 14, Op. 11, by Alexander Nikolayevitch Scriabin.
The lyrical content of "Legs and Tarpaulin" is based on the E.A. Poe story, "King Pest".
Produced by Ashkelon Sain and Cinema Strange.
Recorded and mixed by Ashkelon Sain at the Lion's Den, from January to August, 2001, except for "Speak, Marauder!", recorded in October, 2000.

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