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This is the Dead Land This is Cactus Land

by CAPA

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bryanvvalters The pacing of this album is perfect. It flows like silk, and stays powerful throughout. Excellent stuff. Favorite track: L'Etranger.
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1.
Long is the way, And hard That portends a shift From grey to green. From green to gold. That road slowly Buried Under a snow of decaying ash; The tape underfoot Indistinguishable From its sodden cradle. There is no crunch beneath my feet And no fire in my lungs— There is no sun here In this sallow miasma— Only the dying embers Of a search once begun, A journey once completed: A quest unaccomplished. Long is the way, And hard The road.
2.
L'Etranger 07:37
I will carry this with me: The memories of Paralyzed forces And shapeless forms; Colorless shades and Gesture-less motions. The make-up of their lives. I pray to the broken stone, But know, now, that my solitude Transcends Life and death. They are no different And neither am I: They remain dead And I alive— A foreigner, still, Here among their Ashes, And the hollow ruins Of their shattered Monoliths of straw. Their inanition is exposed. And so is mine.
3.
“We take off into the cosmos, ready for anything: for solitude, for hardship, for exhaustion, death. Modesty forbids us to say so, but there are times when we think pretty highly of ourselves. And yet, if we examine it more closely, our enthusiasm turns out to be all sham. We don’t want to conquer the cosmos, we simply want to extend the boundaries of Earth to the frontiers of the cosmos. For us, such and such a planet is as arid as the Sahara, another as frozen as the North Pole, yet another as lush as the Amazon basin. We are humanitarian and chivalrous; we don’t want to enslave other races, we simply want to bequeath them our values and take over their heritage in exchange. We think of ourselves as the Knights of the Holy Contact. This is another lie.”
4.
I’ve looked upon this snow of grey And despaired; Are these the ashes of my Necessities, Carried on this conflagrant wind? I knew the forest Could sustain me no longer.
5.
There is grass amongst the rubble, Grown tall Atop our graves. I am the weed in the cracks Of their slag heap— I am their debris; Their last gasp. I am what’s left of their Nature And their Civilization; Their society. Our society. Steel and sod Grow together In this basin, And the river Is filled with the Cinders Of our symbiosis. There is no escape, For this is the ultimate Process of nature. Save one.
6.
Martyrdom 10:39
This road could have but one end, Not in space but in Time. This is not a story of rebirth: Neither rocks nor roots Await my pallid bones, And the river is far away—far behind In a life past, Before amelioration’s Slowly bludgeoned carcass was left Putrefying amongst these Immolated minarets. This is no longer despair, Nor a hated pure; Merely recognition of This thing—this place—in itself, And what I am within it. How can one remain Alive in this valley of decay, Amongst these anemic cacti? Only with retrospection can this Conclusion enter focus: The need to Deconstruct This final tower. Because this is the dead land. Cactus land. Inhabitable not by men, But only by the prepared faces Of whimpering ghosts.
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“This is another lie. We are only seeking Man. We have no need of other worlds. We need mirrors. We don’t know what to do with other worlds. A single world, our own, suffices us; but we can’t accept it for what it is. We are searching for an ideal image of our own world: we go in quest of a planet, of a civilization superior to our own but developed on the basis of some prototype of our primeval past. At the same time, there is something inside us which we don’t like to face up to, from which we try to protect ourselves, but which nevertheless remains, since we don’t leave Earth in a state of primal innocence. We arrive here as we are in reality, and when the page is turned and that reality is revealed to us—that part of our reality which we would prefer to pass over in silence—then we don’t like it anymore.”

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released October 1, 2013

Brandon Scott Baun
Matt Hershey
Matt Scanlon
Anthony Vaccaro

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