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by Bear Worship

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released June 15, 2017

Engineered by Stephen Shannon at Experimental Audio, Dublin.
Recorded by Bear Worship and Stephen Shannon.
Produced by Bear Worship.
Mastered by Richard Dowling at WAV Mastering, Limerick.

Vocals, synths, guitar, bass, percussion, programming - Karl Knuttel.
Bass on tracks 3, 5, & 8 - Liam Marley.
Drums on tracks 5 & 8 - Lorcan Bourke.
Drums on track 1 - Brian O'Higgins.
Drums on tracks 2, 3, 4, 6, 7, & 9 - Dave Hingerty.
Spoken word on track 7 - The Late David Turpin.
Additional production, programming and soundscapes - Stephen Shannon.

All songs written by Bear Worship except track 7, written by Bear Worship and The Late David Turpin.

© 2017 OkOk Recordings

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Track Name: Art in The Artifice
My mind is loose
It's burning like an engine
It's clicking like a turnstile
Just humming like an island.

I wanna sort
The art from the artifice
Turn dust into industry
Pull it from the ether.

My mind is loose
It's breathing like a new year
Calling like a clock tower
It's reining in an ocean.

I wanna see
The art not the artifice
The art not the artifice
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know...

My mind is loose
It's burning like an engine
It's clicking like a turnstile
Just humming like an island.

My mind is loose
It's breathing like a new year
Calling like a clock tower
It's reigning in an ocean.

I wanna see
The art in the artifice
The art in the artifice
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know...
Track Name: Shimmerings
Feel it in the neighbourhoods
In the avenues
Feel it like bad bones
Feel it in the things we are thinking
It keep shimmering
While everything's unending
The only thing about us that is changing.

Feel it in the centres
In the peripheries
Feel it like an atom bomb
Feel it in the waves that are breaking
It keeps shimmering
While everything is changing
The only thing about us that's unending.

I don't see with the clearest view
And I don't hear so well
And I don't talk so well
But I can feel an overwhelming hue

In the neighbourhood
In the periphery
Feel it like bad bones
Feel it in the stuff we are saying
It keeps shimmering
While everything's unending
The only thing about us that is changing.

Feel it in the centre
In our extremities
Feel it like buck shot
Feel it in the waves we are making
It keeps shimmering
While everything is changing
The only thing about us that's unending.

It keeps shimmering
While everything's unending
The only thing about us that is changing.

It keeps shimmering
While everything is changing
The only thing about us that's unending.

I don't see with the clearest view
And I don't hear so well
And I don't talk so well
But I can feel an overwhelming hue.
Track Name: Galapagos
The monsters were hiding
And lying in wait for me.
All teeth and saliva
I felt their breath on my feet.

But when I grew older
I came to realise
That houses aren't haunted
Just unoccupied

The memory of a ritual
The more I learn the less I know.

The stars above me
Like apertures of light
They seem to perforate
The Cimmerian night.

And as I grow older
My shroud of arrogance falls
All of my convictions
Become nothing at all.

The memory of a ritual
The more I learn the less I know.
Track Name: Our Friends
I don't belong here at all
No I don't belong here at all
Do I?

And you are looking kind of lost
Yeah you are looking kind of lost
Well so am I.

We'll call our friends.
We'll call our friends.

Yeah you are looking kind of lost.
Yeah you are looking kind of lost
Well so am I.

And I don't belong here at all.
No I don't belong here at all.

We'll call our friends.
We'll call our friends.
We'll call our friends.
We'll call our friends.
Track Name: Frequency
We are just vibrations
Tones and modulations.
I can hear a cadence
Out in the firmament.
Leave me here tonight
Leave me here tonight
In the noise.

Did you feel its heart beating?
The rhythm of the muscle within?
Living in an age of wonder
Riding on a wave of colour.
Leave me here tonight
Leave me here tonight
In the noise.

This frequency's alive.
This frequency's alive.
This frequency's alive.
Track Name: Pagodas
The sun has risen from its sleep
Its face illuminates pagodas in the east.
Oh such language makes me yawn
There's no meaning if it's beauty nothing more.

And if a vacancy resounds
The kids are quiet when they're moving underground.
So I will say what must be said
The art's not over it's machinery that's dead.

I have seen the people in the street below
I have seen the ashes and the afterglow
I have felt the movement of a steady flow
Going with the current not the undertow.

Since I've discarded childish things
Nothing comes close to the joy they used to bring
So I bathe in cathode rays
And I'm assaulted by the vacuum of our age.

The sun will soon return to rest
And there will only be a shadow in the west
Before that dream decays
I wanna look back and see the cresting of a wave.

I have seen the people in the street below
I have seen the ashes and the afterglow
I have felt the movement of a steady flow
Going with the current not the undertow.
Track Name: Illusions of Modernity
Plastic
A brave new frontier in living and science
Stacked modular housing
Comfort and security for all
Where each domicile is crowned with an aerial
Like antennae to paradise.

Productivity and athleticism combine
In a purity of the body and mind.
The typist's pirouetting fingertips make a memory of pen and ink.
With daily strides in pharmaceuticals
Hystericism and melancholia now belong to the past
Discarded with the superstitions of an unenlightened age
As chewing strengthens the jawline
Directing the mind to wholesome pursuits.

Strong-branched tree of progress fortified with true endeavour
A wonder store of printed colour
In half-tone and lithograph.

Men and women of tomorrow
May your watchwords be vitality and progress.

Pylons hum in harmony
Miles and miles of cash machines:
Junk as far as we can see
Illusions of modernity.

Pylons hum in harmony
Miles and miles of cash machines:
Junk as far as we can see
Illusions of modernity.

Antiquated circuitry
The future's not what it used to be:
Junk as far as we can see
Illusions of modernity.
Track Name: Stoicism
Beneath my tissue is a skeletal form
It's been dying since the day it was born
Though it's alone it never needed friends
A stoical creature 'til the end.

And it's known pleasure that's made its blood sing
Illuminating everything.
Oh, magnificent machine, or so it seems.
Open the door and let me in... out... in... out... in

In my garden I see the weeds bloom
They're not ugly, they testify to
The wonder that's always captivated me
The elegance of biology.

And I've known beauty that's brought me to my knees
Not an image, an abdominal squeeze.
Oh, passion can make me cry tears of joy and I know why:
It screams existence is not enough.
Track Name: A Wondrous Waste of Time
It isn't nothing
Oh, it's not for nothing
Here in this light.

It isn't nothing
It's not for nothing
In this light.

Oh, if I could give you something
Give you something
That's not for nothing
I'll be fine.

Here in this life.

'Cos in the end
It's always been
A wondrous waste of time.

A willing friend
A discipline
A wondrous waste of time.

An old machine
An alchemy
A wondrous waste of time.

My laboured love
The meaning of
This wondrous waste of time.

No I don't mind.
No I don't mind.
This wondrous waste of time.

No I don't mind.
How could I mind?
This wondrous waste of time.

And in the end
I hope I've been
A worthwhile waste of your time.