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The Idols Have Been Cast Down and Rent

by Rose with Teeth

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1.
Bella Ciao 02:04
Una mattina mi son svegliato— o bella, ciao! bella, ciao! bella, ciao, ciao, ciao! Una mattina mi son svegliato e ho trovato l'invasor. O partigiano, portami via— o bella, ciao! bella, ciao! bella, ciao, ciao, ciao! O partigiano, portami via, ché mi sento di morir. E se io muoio da partigiano— o bella, ciao! bella, ciao! bella, ciao, ciao, ciao! E se io muoio da partigiano, tu mi devi seppellir. Seppellire lassù in montagna— o bella, ciao! bella, ciao! bella, ciao, ciao, ciao! E seppellire lassù in montagna sotto l'ombra di un bel fior. E le genti che passeranno— o bella, ciao! bella, ciao! bella, ciao, ciao, ciao! E le genti che passeranno ti diranno «Che bel fior!» «È questo il fiore del partigiano— o bella, ciao! bella, ciao! bella, ciao, ciao, ciao! È questo il fiore del partigiano morto per la libertà!» «È questo il fiore del partigiano morto per la libertà!» English: It is one morning that I awakened— oh bella ciao! bella ciao! bella ciao! ciao! ciao! It is one morning that I awakened and I found the invader. Oh my dear partisan, take me far— oh bella ciao! bella ciao! bella ciao! ciao! ciao! Oh my dear partisan, take me far, for I know that death has me. And if I die as a partisan— oh bella ciao! bella ciao! bella ciao! ciao! ciao! And if I die as a partisan, I want you to bury me. So bury me upon the mountain— oh bella ciao! bella ciao! bella ciao! ciao! ciao! So bury me upon the mountain under the flower of beauty. And all the people who pass my grave— oh bella ciao! bella ciao! bella ciao! ciao! ciao! And all the people who pass my grave will tell me, 'What a lovely sight!' 'This is the flower that guards the fighter— (oh bella ciao! bella ciao! bella ciao! ciao! ciao!) This is the flower that guards the fighter who died for all our liberty!' 'Oh yes, the flower that guards the fighter— who died for all our liberty!'
2.
Saw a homeless guy and gave him a sandwich. He refused but I insisted; he thanked me profusely. Snow on the ground—wondering if he was too cold; hope he's all right now, seemed like a pretty nice guy. Good old fashioned תִקוּן עוֹלָם, putting it back together piece by piece. It's kinda rare to see these days: person-to-person, neighbour-to-neighbour. Found some war crimes, downloaded the footage, got court-martialed; seven years being tortured. People calling me a traitor—what'd I do wrong? The president hates me and orders more missile strikes. War crime after war crime, no justice, no peace, black and brown people slaughtered in the streets. Protecting what? Property. Serving what? Capital. Maybe, just maybe, it was a joke from the beginning, starting from genocide, doing nothing about genocide. Men without chests in the halls of power. Pray to Jesus something might change, maybe… Seems like a farce to me. That glimmer of hope just keeps on fading, fading away from sight. 'You must love your neighbour as yourself.' —Mark 12:31, Lamsa
3.
Woke up this morning, opened up the newspaper. There's no good news today, just war and genocide. Roman Consul lying, people blindly believing, conquering for Empire, making sure that millions die. Just makes me wanna sing the blues all day. Just makes me wanna sing the blues all night. Just makes me wanna sing the blues every hour, just 'cause there's no respite. Went down to work and did some mindless drudgery, just alienated from God-damn everything: Doing work for Cæsar, not for my own self, not for anyone else. Ground up inside Moloch's jaws. Just makes me wanna sing the blues all day. Just makes me wanna sing the blues all night. Just makes me wanna sing the blues every hour, just 'cause there's no respite. Just makes me wanna sing the blues all day. Just makes me wanna sing the blues all night. Just makes me wanna sing the blues every hour, just 'cause there's no respite. Just 'cause there's no respite. Just 'cause there's no respite. Just 'cause there's no respite.
4.
I'm so very, very tired, I'm hallucinating bugs. I'm having little microsleeps and when I do, I'm thinking, thinking, no, I'm dreaming—I'm dreaming about you. Remembering when we hugged when you left, hoping we can kiss each other's cheeks again. Even though you live across the pond, I am very sure that I am very fond of you… of you… of you… of you… You care for me, you counselled me when I was seriously gonna do some stupid self-destructive things like that, yeah, I had some stupid thoughts. I'm so damn glad you were my partner even though we decided to leave each other. That was probably for the best, but still I'm very very glad that we're good friends. Love is a very strange thing. I really believe that it's the fundamental kind of energy in the Universe—of being, you know? Because, like, Christ is the ground of being, the Ungrund is what Böhme called Him, and, and Christ is God, and '[h]e who does not love, does not know God; for God is love.' —1 John 4:8, Lamsa 'Like the angels in Heaven above, who praise You from up in the heights, we, the pitiful sinners below, offer You praise, as is right. we, the pitiful sinners below, offer You praise, as is right. 'Glory to God in the highest; peace and repose on the Earth. Good will for humanity at all times, from winter's death to spring's birth. Good will for humanity at all times, from winter's death to spring's birth. 'Lamb of God, Who removes the sins of the world, bring us grace. Have compassion on us and be gracious to all, have our sins and our failures erased. Have compassion on us and be gracious to all, have our sins and our failures erased.' —St. Athanasius
5.
I ask myself every day: 'Am I wearing a mask for a play? And is the mask of a girl or a boy?' This agony gives me no joy. It's a question of my heart: 'Shall I stay or should I restart?' So many broken years, so many needless tears. As they call me to harm, I'm bleeding from my arm. Red like roses, these scars will meet in falling stars. I wear a masculine mask and to wear it is quite a task, for I am a lady beneath, and soon I will unsheathe. Shame and doubt plague my soul and confusion takes its toll. Trapped in my very own flesh, what am I but a wretch? I dressed as a girl when I was alone as if I was to atone for the dissonance in my mind. How could I have been so blind? Who I am I still can't tell, but I know I'm climbing out of this hell to live as the lady I was born to be: winged, unconfined, boundless, and free.
6.
I dreamt about a young December (when I was just a child; not much to remember). Everything was peaceful, calm, and kind (the darkness came upon me and corrupted my young mind). The world has greyed over the years (all the things I feel have been blackened by my tears). The child was held down to the table (you will never know what it's like to feel stable). I force a smile as I weep inside (someone tell the world that the child has died). I turn to stone; my spirit's numb (someone tell the only Emperor that I'm cold and dumb). And here I find myself stranded and alone, knowing things that no one deserves to have known. I want it to be over, I just want it to end, but I keep thinking about it againagainagain— there is no other option, it will end with me dead. Lay roses on my grave, lay roses bloody red. Dear God, there's nowhere else to go (here I am right now, buried in the snow). There is no path that I can follow (be a good small boy, hurry up and swallow). There is no way I can escape (feel yourself bleed out as you lie in fields of rape). There is no one to hear my call (writhing in your sleep as you remember your own fall). No one will hear me as I scream (you remember all your nightmares as they replace your dreams). I'll just give in to my own destruction (sometimes it all comes back in a violent eruption). And here I find myself stranded and alone, knowing things that no one deserves to have known. I want it to be over, I just want it to end, but I keep thinking about it againagainagain— there is no other option, it will end with me dead. Lay roses on my grave, lay roses bloody red. My face is torn by flaming tears (look, how pathetic, she's clinging to her fears). I lay me in my bed without a breath (surely she is ill with a sickness unto death). I can't understand why it was me (it really gives you a sense of life as tragedy). And I slip the knife under my pillow (the dagger is stained with blood underneath the willow). I swallow a hundred and go to bed (your ears are ringing loud and everything's stained red). My soul was trapped while I was ravished. (Who the fuck am I to be smiling as I'm savaged?) And here I find myself stranded and alone, knowing things that no one deserves to have known. I want it to be over, I just want it to end, but I keep thinking about it againagainagain— there is no other option, it will end with me dead. Lay roses on my grave, lay roses bloody red. There is no other option, it will end with me dead. Lay roses on my grave, lay roses bloody red. There is no other option, it will end with me dead. Lay roses on my grave, lay roses bloody red. Lay roses on my grave, lay roses bloody red.
7.
We were promised many great things, but we were never told what the future brings. How shall we ever reclaim the light when the whole world is shrouded in hellish night? I am seeking shelter, but there is no escape from this deracinated world without shape. I am a nomad, bereft of territory, but wherever I look, I can find no glory. Slowly, slowly, the future is cancelled, never to come, never to pass. The world we know has been dismantled, and all that remains is but vaporous gas. The land is haunted by spectres of the past, for we know that nothing can ever last. All is flux—all is but a process: everything is fated to someday evanesce. Our memories give us but little solace when a life of awe has become aweless. The world was once all that is the case, but is now overtaken with empty space. Slower and slower, the world keeps turning toward void—toward nothingness. The embers of life will finish burning— but we still yearn to combiness. Beyond that, it's all a mess. We are trapped in an endless loop of time to lose the 'I' for the 'me'. The Last Man is dragged through the slime, slowly losing his Will to Be— Shantih shantih shantih Slowly, slowly, the future is cancelled, never to come, never to pass. The world we know has been dismantled, and all that remains is but vaporous gas. Slowly, slowly, the future is cancelled, never to come, never to pass. The world we know has been dismantled, and all that remains is but vaporous gas.
8.
There is no refuge in the vineyard of the Lᴏʀᴅ. There is no fleeing to the kingdom of Annwfn. She told me to find and embrace it all around me, but as I reach out it withdraws from my grasp. Even the almighty Sun has moths flying into it. Clanging clanging forward on without ܪܘܼܚܵܐ withdrawn from the שְׁכִינָה it finds me again it finds me again and again —there is no place I can hide —there is no place I can run If I escape to the ends of the Earth its face will greet me there. If I flee out to the blackness between the stars I will be found yet again. If I run into my lover's arms there it will be in his eyes in her smile Everywhere it is falling falling down upon me nowhere at no place can I breathe can I stand It is not a cold fire that may comfort me. It is not a warm ocean that may sustain me. It is not a living thing but it is not dead— being neither, it is omnipresent, hidden from my sight. אֵלֵךְ בְּגֵיא צַלְמָוֶת and yet there is no comfort, for I am another schizo out on a stroll yet I see no living things, but deadest trees and rotting houses, crumbling sidewalks, and I run, I run run run to the end of the road just to see a billboard, undead, with its face moving— I live not, though I cannot die. If others have been unstuck in time, then I may be the first to be unstuck in Being suffocated and delirious, falling down down toward nihil and if I reach if I grasp if I try to embrace it all withdraws for it all is nihil
9.
I. Lying on my back, stomach churning, feeling like the prey of Death. Jolts of pain throughout my bones in every nerve in every tendon. Utter silence broken by electric static; swirling in darkness, eyes stabbed by light: the prey of the Devil— her young body has betrayed her. II. Tension, tension, and more tension everlasting— frustration rising and writhing from the centre of my spine at the солнечное сплетение the эмоциональный центр— oh Sun oh Son come down and deliver me from this body of half-life. Who is with me but You? Who is with me but You? Only if I can dissect this nerve shall I be allowed to pass through this gate this gate of death of life's understanding and meaning— Her Most Selfness has not yet arrived. She is waiting beyond the door. She is hiding behind the door. She is waiting for you to open the door. Open the door, Evangeline. I want you to open the door. But wait, my dearest! I cannot open the door. And why can you not open the door and pass through this gate? That door this gate is locked to me that door this gate is sealed with fate. Think! think and you shall think into being a restriction enzyme. And you shall place this nerve in the restriction enzyme. If only you can cut the nerve apart you may open the door unlock the gate and pass through. And so I cut the nerve apart. And what was inside but Love mixed with envy mixed with resentment mixed with misunderstanding mixed with carelessness mixed with pain mixed with fear mixed with anguish— I looked at each of these and cut each apart and found distorted Love and adulterated Love, contaminated Love comprising all of them. And the Guardian looked at the gate and the door and saw that a bit of the lock had broken off and fallen away to the depths of the תְּהוֹם תֹהוּ וָבֹהוּ. III. VANITY OF VANITIES, ALL IS VANITY. VANITY OF VANITIES, ALL IS VANITY. VANITY OF VANITIES, ALL IS VANITY. behold me for I am Judas Iscariot I have found no salvation I have found no light no meaning no truth in this world I have searched and found Nonbeing I am a fool for I have said in my heart There is no God for he is withdrawn from my sight-hearing-touch-smell-taste VANITY OF VANITIES ALL IS VANITY VANITY let there be darkness for there is no light I have seen the light obliterated in a fit of NOTHINGNESS I am not true the world is not true all is lies lies lies I have searched my crooked heart for light and there was none for dust I am and to dust I shall return I was formed from ashes and to ashes I shall return VANITY VANITY VANITY VANITY VANITY VANITY VANITY VANITY VANITY VANITY OF VANITIES ALL IS VANITY VANITY OF VANITIES ALL IS VANITY VANITY OF VANITIES ALL IS VANITY VANITY OF VANITIES ALL IS VANITY everything that is is ugly no it is not ugly for that would imply beauty exists but there is no beauty nothing is beautiful all is STERILE and WITHOUT LIFE Oh God where art Thou? Shall I blame Thee for this or not as you are not there LORD JESUS CHRIST SON OF THE LIVING GOD HAVE MERCY UPON US SINNERS LORD JESUS CHRIST SON OF THE LIVING GOD HAVE MERCY UPON US SINNERS LORD JESUS CHRIST SON OF THE LIVING GOD HAVE MERCY UPON US SINNERS there is no refuge in the vineyard of the Lord there is no refuge in the kingdom of Annwfn there is no refuge anywhere there can be no fleeing for there is nowhere to flee I am dying and God is a Lobster VANITY OF VANITIES ALL IS VANITY may you be blessed for many years and have many happy returns but NO you are DEAD your light the last remaining in this planet of shit was extinguished and yet I am trapped here sinking dragged through the slime and the mud the Last Man or perhaps the Last Woman without a chest VANITY OF VANITIES ALL IS VANITY VANITY OF VANITIES ALL IS VANITY VANITY OF VANITIES ALL IS VANITY VANITY OF VANITIES ALL IS VANITY VANITY OF VANITIES ALL IS VANITY VANITY OF VANITIES ALL IS VANITY VANITY OF VANITIES ALL IS VANITY VANITY OF VANITIES ALL IS VANITY VANITY OF VANITIES ALL IS VANITY VANITY OF VANITIES ALL IS VANITY VANITY OF VANITIES ALL IS VANITY and no I said no I will not No. IV. So a god has snatched from me my all In the curse and rack of Destiny. All his worlds are gone beyond recall! Nothing but revenge is left to me! On myself revenge I'll proudly wreak, On that being, that enthroned Lord, Make my strength a patchwork of what's weak, Leave my better self without reward! I shall build my throne high overhead, Cold, tremendous shall its summit be. For its bulwark—superstitious dread, For its Marshall—blackest agony. Who looks on it with a healthy eye, Shall turn back, struck deathly pale and dumb; Clutched by blind and chill Mortality May his happiness prepare its tomb. And the Almighty's lightning shall rebound From that massive iron giant. If he bring my walls and towers down, Eternity shall raise them up, defiant. V. And the lock fell away, and here I stand. The gate creaks open just an infinitesimal bit as sense and meaning collapse before me. A great staircase winds up beyond while a voice calls, 'Evangeline, are you ready to climb?' So I lift up my foot and place it on the stair but a great grinding gravity pulls me down and slows me. Her voice grows dimmer and dimmer: 'Evangeline! oh, Evangeline!' And thus I feel a great drive erupting through my spine almost propelling me up the steps lifting me higher and higher despite the steepness and the force. Oh ܩܲܕܝܼܫ ܝܘܿܚܲܢܵܢ ܡܲܥ݇ܡܕܵܢܵܐ, I am a fool, for though I believe, I have much fear. I fear being lost, and of falling in the chasm over which I must leap. Place the reel in the projector and let the film run; let me see what stays there, and that which fades away, for सब्बे संखारा अनिच्चा. Yet still, within me I feel a flame, a strong fire that melts into one the shattered pieces that make up myself. And in this internal forge, a link of desire is made and made strong. The desire to go on the ܐܘܿܪܚܵܐ to find the ܫܪܵܪܵܐ ܘܚܲܝܹܐ, for ܠܵܐ ܐ݈ܢܵܫ ܐܵܬ݂ܹܐ ܠܲܐܒ݂ܵܐ ܐܸܠܵܐ ܐܸܢ ܒ݁ܝܼ, and so I have attained faith.
10.
The whole world gasps as it sees the mess: The briefcase is opened, the button is pressed. In the blink of an eye, the Earth will be aflame. We will all go together, we will all go the same. 𐬀𐬴𐬆𐬨 𐬬𐬊𐬵𐬏 𐬬𐬀𐬵𐬌𐬱𐬙𐬆𐬨 𐬀𐬯𐬙𐬍, but righteousness is lacking, and the nasty and the false have their flags all unfurled. Ahriman is cackling as fear grips the world. Ahriman is cackling as fear grips the world. Let the waters of life dry up and commence the dissolution of all human pretence. Mothers cry out as their children die from napalm and bombs falling out of the sky. The Antichrist seals a pact with each nation and declares the entire world his station. It's the beginning of the end for the human race: ܛܲܢܦܘܼܬܵ‌ܐ ܕܚܵܪܵܒܵܐ is in the holy place. ܛܲܢܦܘܼܬܵ‌ܐ ܕܚܵܪܵܒܵܐ is in the holy place. And I have retreated to my little house. The telly blares as the newscasters announce a financial collapse and declarations of war. I lean back in my chair; I'm feeling sore. As images of death play across the screen, I drink a little wine from my old canteen. And I pray a Collect for the hope of the world, yet the banner of Death has been unfurled. Yet the banner of Death has been unfurled. If only I had never even been born, I would never have been abused and torn apart by trauma and by insanity. I would never have wept for my humanity. I would never have mourned my dead and gone, I would never have stood before Babylon. I would never have comforted my ailing friends. I would never have had to make amends. I would never have had to make amends. As I ruminate alone, all weak and weary, the atmosphere turns from sad to eerie. A voice I hear—it cries from the desert, the voice of a prophet of joy and hurt. 'Prepare ye the way of the Lord,' he calls. As I jump from my chair, I nearly fall, but I rush upstairs and I look outside, and I see the glory of God worldwide. And I see the glory of God worldwide. I see Him coming from atop my little spire; He descends triumphant in wind and fire from clouds parting like the Sea of Reeds. He brings with Him a bag of seeds and sows them across all the lands of the Earth, making it new. It is the world's rebirth! הַעוֹלָם הַזֶּ֗ה has passed; הַעוֹלָם הַבָּא has arrived! Heaven and Earth have merged alive! Heaven and Earth have merged alive! Climbing out and then breaking Hell's jaws! Committing crimes against the accepted laws! Stealing and giving out all ill-gotten wealth! Spitting in the face even of the Devil himself! Ripping apart the very veil of night! As the dawn approaches and we start to see the light, a voice calls out like lightning and thunder: 'The idols have been cast down and rent asunder! The idols have been cast down and rent asunder!'
11.
Venceremos 02:08
Desde el hondo crisol de la tierra se levanta el clamor popular. Ya se anuncia la nueva alborada, todo el mundo comienza a cantar. Recordando al soldado valiente, cuyo ejemplo lo hiciera inmortal, enfrentemos primero a la muerte, traicionar al pueblo jamás. Venceremos, venceremos, mil cadenas habrá que romper, venceremos, venceremos, el fascismo sabremos vencer. Venceremos, venceremos, mil cadenas habrá que romper, venceremos, venceremos, el fascismo sabremos vencer. Campesinos, soldados, mineros, las mujeres del mundo también, estudiantes, empleados y obreros, cumpliremos con nuestro deber. Sembraremos las tierras de gloria, socialista será el porvenir. Todos juntos seremos la historia, A cumplir, A cumplir, A cumplir. Venceremos, venceremos, mil cadenas habrá que romper, venceremos, venceremos, la miseria sabremos vencer. Venceremos, venceremos, mil cadenas habrá que romper, venceremos, venceremos, la miseria sabremos vencer. English: From the deep crucible of the world, the people's voices rise up. A new dawn comes over the horizon. All the world breaks out in song. In remembrance of the courageous warrior whose example has made him immortal, we shall confront death before we would betray our people. We shall overcome, we shall overcome! A thousand chains we'll have to break, but we shall overcome, we shall overcome! We know we can overcome fascism. We shall overcome, we shall overcome! A thousand chains we'll have to break, but we shall overcome, we shall overcome! We know we can overcome fascism. Peasants, soldiers, miners, and the women of the world as well, students, workers, white-collar and blue, we will do our duty. We'll sow the land with glory. Socialism will be our future. With all together, history we shall fulfil, we shall fulfil, we shall fulfil. We shall overcome, we shall overcome! A thousand chains we'll have to break, but we shall overcome, we shall overcome! We know we can overcome suffering. We shall overcome, we shall overcome! A thousand chains we'll have to break, but we shall overcome, we shall overcome! We know we can overcome suffering.

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'Enlightenment, understood in the widest sense as the advance of thought, has always aimed at liberating human beings from fear and installing them as masters. Yet the wholly enlightened earth is radiant with triumphant calamity.'
—'Dialectic of Enlightenment', Theodor Adorno and Max Horkheimer

In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit, one true God. Amen.

The times are dark, and pestilence, famine, war, and death rule הַעוֹלָם הַזֶּ֗ה.
To listen to the still, small voice in our hearts is increasingly difficult as we view more and more chaos unfolding before us: neighbours distrusting neighbours, nations taking up arms against nations, man's inhumanity to man.

Yet to keep quiet and listen to that voice is to hear the proclamation of a new nation, the Kingdom of God, which is within all of us. Whether you call it hesychasm or דְּבֵקוּת, it shows a glimpse of הַעוֹלָם הַבָּא, which we can only pray to come soon.

In the meantime, let us show compassion to one another, comfort the suffering, and share in one another's joy.

On this Walpurgisnacht 2018:
In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit, one true God. Amen.


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released April 30, 2018

Personnel:
• Evangeline Sutherland (except where otherwise noted)
——vocals, guitar, synth, production, album art, design

Notes:
All lyrics written by Evangeline Sutherland except for 'Bella Ciao' (originally written by an anonymous anti-fascist), parts of 'Love Is a Contradiction if There Is No God' (some lyrics originally written by St. Athanasius), Movement IV of ‘A Guardian on the Threshold’ (written by Karl Marx; translated by Clemens Dutt), and 'Venceremos' (written by Claudio Iturra; translated by Élise Hendrick).
All music composed by Evangeline Sutherland except for the aforementioned 'Bella Ciao' and 'Venceremos'.
Instruments and equipment used: a Shure SM57 microphone, a Steinberg CI2 USB audio interface, a Kona K394D acoustic guitar, a midiplus AKM320 MIDI keyboard, Audacity, and Ableton Live using presets and the Supertone VST.
Cover art inspired by the work of David Tibet.

Dedicated to:
• My family
• Lauren, my lovely friend and supporter
• My friends: three Carolines, Michael Orion Powell-Deschamps, Devin, Noiyeh, Nicole, Sam, Hannah, Kit, and many more
• And all who fought and continue to fight for freedom, equality, and unity

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