Terminus
by Snail
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Digital Album
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Recursion
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Galaxies' Lament
02:43
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Matchbook
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Hippy Crack
03:43
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Burn the Flesh
05:38
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Love Theme
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Ritual
06:11
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Circles
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Try to Make It
05:43
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Terminus
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credits
released 01 May 2012
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Snail formed in 1992 consisting of singer Mark Johnson, bassist Matt Lynch and drummer Marty Dodson.
In 1993 they
recorded their Self-Titled album at Razor's Edge Studio (the birthplace of Sleep's Holy Mountain) in San Francisco, CA.
Snail's second release was a 5-song EP called "All Channels Are Open."
Reunited in 2008, Snail released "Blood" with newly added guitarist Eric Clausen.
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discography
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May 2012 -
Jan 1993 -
Jul 2012 -
Jan 1994
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- Track Name: Recursion
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The crest of meaning, ancient cryptic prose
the holy impetus of fire
Recite the alchemy unto my host
Somatic, corporeal abandon
Vapor and heresy, a minion’s role
let’s transmit memes that unseat power
Cultural infecting through perception
we wield the Oracle Eternus
Call oneself
Answer sound
Cultural
Recursion
Now take your precious herbs and recurse smoke
your meditations are provided
reflections on the text that we all grow
reverberate ideas inspired - Track Name: Galaxies' Lament
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Galaxy will you wake up from sorrow?
Quarks weeping from the heart of a proton
Cold tears in the endless expansion
Small voices in the heliosphere
Hope sustained in the power of weakness
I heard a voice and it sounded familiar
So pure, unlike conscious projections
Light raining from a proto-star seed
How can you sleep so good...
hosting your incubi?
End your solar eclipse of The Sun
to flee the waking dream
Once you're here take account of devotion
Though weary we can carry another
Hold tight and we'll make it together
Filters lost in the faith of a dream... - Track Name: Matchbook
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Instant before impact
Spread beyond borders built to restrain intrepid bones
(Killers, Preachers, dressed and displayed)
Different, same so it seems
Pile the new dead on the backs of old debts, deliver me
(staring, biting, breaking the bend)
Throw down frivolous stones
Carry on sculpting charicatures called broken homes
(terror, fairer, brighter than blood)
Feasting, drinking it in
Hoard to yourselves all the virtue that's left, our Father's sins
(hanged man, shamed man, where to begin)
Blue skies and Enquirer ecstasies, sack cloth and the ash of despair
War eyes show your mongering leprosy, black ties and the end of affairs
Blood lines every bit the conquistador, drill through 'til the fountain is bled
Matchbook at the scene of the incident, closed cover caught the sleeper dead
Reaching short of the stars
Call to the dark, cry the freezing beyond please find me home
(naked, shaken, haunting the halls)
Flailing, wallowing fears
Bred in the womb into final awareness, sold the moon
(swap meat, twisted, hell of a name) - Track Name: Hippy Crack
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When he was spoken he was born out of place
Prosperity gospel: money, not faith
Crippled by wanting, building away
Frantically mortal, his symbol betrays
CUT THAT FUCKER OFF!
When it's offered don't throw it away
If you can't take it others await
Lips turning blue...that's a sure sign
It's time for reflection on hippy crack time - Track Name: Burn the Flesh
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The lake of fire is calling
It’s time to take a dive
my belt of lead is pulling me down
I see ahead with X-ray eyes
The wall of Pink is falling
Exit the diving bell
Be one with god and let go of the id
Expand through time remember all
I see The End
It’s too late to pretend
It’s time to burn the flesh
the delicate flesh
It’s time to let the soul be free
My lungs keep me from breathing
my heart is pumping black
life-scarred hands grip a crying man
His pain is more than I can stand
I see The Sea
the waves wash over me
it’s time to burn the boat
that keeps me afloat
the mind will set the body free
And in the End
it’s too late to pretend
the flesh is gone
the soul is free
and all that is left is me - Track Name: Love Theme
- Love, peace and happiness
- Track Name: Ritual
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Wait until all is frost
And you count a cruel letter
Trying to define, unhappen
So gone away
Shotgun gave his report:
No more hope or noon pheasants
Driving with eyeballs inverted
Free mind drain
Won't somebody please help me with my head?
'Cuz I see movement in the corner of my eye
I got that feelin' the bugs are watching me
Sometimes I wonder if the bugs are really there
Pillz untillz we are fillz
Now cry "why?!" and rue heaven
Counting your fate on one finger
Grow hate feel
Wait until all is frost
And you count a cruel letter
Trying to define, unhappen
So gone away
"Let me ask you something: why are you alive? It's circular. What's the point?"
So many patterns steal the day
Race from the phantoms, we build away
It's your ritual.
Pillz untillz we are fillz
Now cry "why?!" and rue heaven
Counting your fate on one finger
Grow hate feel
Wait until all is frost
And you count a cruel letter
Trying to define, unhappen
So gone away - Track Name: Circles
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I am circling
I am so clean
Breathe my offspring
Feel my energy
The ground is breathing
Or is it seething?
Screaming, dreaming
Be reborn and die
Rise to the Sun
All must be One
Reach up and grow
Is all that we know
Burning the seed
We will be free
Fall to the ground
Wake up another line drawn - Track Name: Try to Make It
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Go ahead call me bastard
It goes away
Somewhere it started to matter
Up in my head
That thing in the back room growing
It's almost there
So bring me a check and I'll sign it
It's so late
Just try to make it (it's so easy to say)
Everyday for a few years
Just to escape
Down in a hole for 3 days
And I gotta scrape
How can I try to control it...
So pure and faint?
So bottle it up and protect it
A craft to elate - Track Name: Terminus
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She built her Self upon
ways she was told
one must expand, one must inflate
The Creature character
Face in a frame
image and body trading place
Thus began striving
faith in the way
she won’t accede, she will not end
Forever bound
slave in her cage
She fears the world, she fears change…
You will end, you will die and there's no way out.
Accept it, and die to Self to flee mortality
"Ok, it's time to wake up now!"
