The High Desert Prophecies

by Glaze of Cathexis

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It's just behind the veil of illusion that tickles your senses. You catch a glimpse of it through the substance that is around you. Your ancestors may seem ignorant in the bright lights of the technological world, but a few of them got it. Let's take a tryp toward the Center fueled by primordial vibrations and rock and roll. Glaze of Cathexis is a long running psychedelic rock concern that plays off the echoes of shoegaze, John Lennon, and the Doors. Dig it.

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released September 16, 2016

Produced and recorded by Matt Comegys

Lyrics, spoken word, and photography by Scott Atkinson
Music and performance by Matt Comegys

Recorded at the Psychedelic Garage Mobile Studio in Ueda, Japan in 2015

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Track Name: Burn Down the Golden Idol
behind mountains
nevermind more mountains
blocks colossal in titan uplift
dilations run wild in gravity's sink
congealing and tumbling...

burn down the golden idol
burn down the golden idol

exploring these discoveries
on floating lotus clouds
sounding out the fathoms
on precipice high
onward continual
the flourishing bough
arabesque the plumage
raindrop moonshine
seen through the aquacade
orbits blaze on pivots
friction of trajectories
the molten forge

burn down the golden idol
burn down the golden idol

rich veins of apprehension
live firing on assembly lines
cold was your emergency call
monks in shadows
pavilions burn down

burn down the golden idol
burn down the golden idol

sing from on high
celebrate your choice
go out, go within
unlock the sound
of your true voice
Track Name: High Desert Prophecies
archetypes in trinities-
amble down the dust pathway.
the flickering of infinities-

40 days n 40 nights-

glimpsing back forever-
in the longest last.
an antiseptic never-never,

40 days n 40 nights-

done time on the nightwatch dime-
yellow that canary singing clear.
alarms they no longer hear.

40 days n 40 nights-
and then more
some bloody some.

found no need for nations-
nor those systems of control.
to subdivide the soul.

n 40 nights-
and then more
some bloody more
40 days
Track Name: The Indigo Trip
'the vortex be just a whirlpool',
so trickster told the fool.
'buy just one', he said,
'and they'll always give you two'.

deities throw their dice
down lost corridors of time.
in the tapesty's rip,
you gotta see all shine.

in between states-
with these hungry entities-
i forever watched you,
in your windswept identities.

moon-dusty condors soar
on fermented indigo trips-
fated to transcend
on the priestesses ship.

torrents in the doldrums
unclog sargasso seas.
landlocked hanging sand
lush textures running free.

in between states-
with these hungry entities-
i forever watched you,
in your windswept identities.

in between states-
with these hungry entities-
i forever watched you,
in your windswept identities.

'the vortex be just a whirlpool',
so trickster told the fool.
'buy just one', he said,
'and they'll always give you two'.
Track Name: Such Imaginary Lands
gonna take you on a trip...
into summer triangle"s hands.
gonna speak of experience...
from such imaginary lands.

passage through pyramids-
wends the starseed bud.
wanderings tell of giants-
before creation's flood.

between the pillars of heaven:
travails the wily one.
mythical were these islands:
since divinations begun.

altair and vega:
on wings of infra-red:
you will see through the taro leaves:
to the mirage in my head.

bring it on

tails of seven hens:
over milky gulfs they bridge.
peer beyond all symbols:
from geometric ridge.

passage through pyramids-
wends the starseed bud.
wanderings tell of giants-
before creation's flood.

in deserts of the parallel:
apogees intersect.
from an oracle's conch shell...
the moonshine it reflects.

altair and vega:
on wings of infra-red:
you will see through the taro leaves:
to the mirage in my head.

the astronomy of my mind...
moonshine it reflects....
moonshine it detects...
Track Name: Gaze Through the Infinite
every life is the blink of an eye
the faster you use it
the sooner you lose it
all right
it's picking up steam
faster than you can breath
outta sight

if you dare not to feel enough
search through the stars that shine above
look for the dreams that you can't give up
gaze through the infinite

every time you care to try
echoes from the hill
are muted but know
how to fly
the vultures that go round
they won't be bound
by and by

if you dare not to feel enough
search through the stars that shine above
look for the dreams that you can't give up
gaze through the infinite

memories can scar your mind
and as soon as they heal
it just may be the time to reply
on the present that defines you
and the future that you will find

if you dare not to feel enough
search through the stars that shine above
look for the dreams that you can't give up
gaze through the infinite

every life
the blink of an eye
every time
you care to try

gaze