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Recurring Nightmare

by Lunar Ark

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We light our vigil candles, Quivering orange against Late winter skies. Standing still, we let our Little flames dance while We hum the dirge for the dead. But instead, I want to torch The hateful homes, The bedsheets of those that Dream of supremacy. I want to melt down their guns, Make our own weapons: Silver tipped spears Etched with the names of those Victimized by white terror. And send them spiraling Into the still-beating Hearts of those cloaked in white Stain those robes red. And then we reeducate each other We speak to a people’s history We listen to silenced voices We tear down those racist monuments: Their civil war statues and privatized prisons.
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I fall asleep in the hollow tree; Hallowed soil underneath me. Life springs up from the loam; Verdant moss clung to the stone. The pitched hum of buzzing bugs Blankets the night in a gauzy calm. The flint struck song Of that communal flame, Incandescent, It lights our face. In circles we sing, Our voices rise, A chorus tonight In harmony. I awake to the sweltering heat, My face flush with the ceiling. Sour breath and shallow sleep, Push their way up on top of me. The violence of measured time Will mar the rest of our fucking lives My body a shell, A carapace crushed Under these heels. Practiced hands Drum the dirge, Amongst the whirr; The mourning of These machines. Time moves so slow, And we will never know, The constant glow, Of stars over our home. The smog surrounds, And the endless sound Of those listless shouts, Sew our burial shroud. Black bile, cough up exhaust Dream of white birches--the life we lost. They stole the stars from the sky To force us, sore and wincing through Mechanized hells.
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Guillotine 19:29
We live in the shadows of skyscrapers; Vacant luxury apartments, These will never be our homes, Our feet will never know those hardwood floors, Our wrists never resting on those marble countertops Closed eyes, dreaming, on a king sized bed. Sleeping fine, down for the whole night. And I feel contempt, spit at the name of Another stolen city. Another neighborhood Of racist cops, whitewashed restaurants, And rising rent. I daydream of the guillotine, But don’t say a thing. So we scatter these families; Bulldoze over their memories While we Erect monuments to eternal wealth foreboding monoliths with no soul. blackened cavities against the skyline sneering up at the winter moon. “Nothing personal, just supply and demand” And I do nothing Just hide inside. Oh, I know this privileged life. Call to behead all those self made men Trust fund boys performing sleight of hand Tricks with their blood red fingertips. Bury them up to their necks, And for the first time Nourishing the soil they sapped. Now and forever.

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Tape release available through Realm and Ritual (North America) and Lunar Seas (Europe) on September 10th:
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The world is ending, guided by the Invisible Hand. Humanity, whose capitalistic and hateful disdain for its own has a firm grip on its own throat, is to blame, and it is through monetary gain that the Earth flickers at a slowing pace. This frustration -- as a minuscule part of the powerful in society's ill-fated loyalties -- is palpable, and the disconnect between the representatives and represented grows more by the hour.

"The smog surrounds, and the endless sound of those listless shouts sew our burial shroud," Lunar Ark screams into the abyss. Through earth-shattering sludge and skyborn post-rock, Lunar Ark's Recurring Nightmare speaks of a horror as old as time, intelligent life's own self-destruction through greedful need and quantified lust.

Breathing musical life into their leftist political views, Lunar Ark's anti-capitalist and antiracist view of the greater class struggle is paired with a suffocating sound, merging dazzling atmospherics with sub-underground rumblings. Recurring Nightmare seats itself at the center of post-metal and sludge/doom metal's bridge.

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released September 10, 2021

Recorded in August of 2020 at Machines with Magnets (Pawtucket, RI) by Seth Manchester.
Mastered in November/December of 2020 at Audiosiege (Portland, OR) by Brad Boatright.
Album artwork by Ethan Lee McCarthy (Hell Simulation).
Logo by Moonroot Art.

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