Self-Release
Wings of an Angel
“Excluded From The Ark”
This is a musical narrative about one peculiarly untamed outsider who remains unseen throughout his life, even though he himself strives to see all and everything, and thus excluded from the ark of humanity. This is also a story of human corruption, greed and uncontrolled urges – as seen and experienced firsthand by one John Doe who knows not how to fit into this boiling soup of basic human impulses. This is a top-notch moral and psychological dilemma: whether to be part of the human herd or not? Whether to go with the flow into the ark or to stay outside of it, paying the oft heavy price of ostracism? Not an easy choice… Certainly not.
Within the deep caves of our hearts, lies the horrible CONFORMIST ATTACHMENT ARTERY; attachment to who we think/feel we are, to our intrinsic nature as we and others perceive it, and to other objects (real and/or imaginary). This stops the blood flow of our untamed and wild essence. Thus, we become like lost sheep in the pasture, trying to compensate for this catastrophic gap our whole lives, by seeking void-like attachments – to supernatural forces such as Gods and their supposedly holier-than-thou “saints” who can temporary calm down our maniacal craving for breaking apart and self-destruction, to people who might make us feel less-lost-less-lonely-and-less-ostracized, to symbols and rituals which “allow and promote” artificial order in chaos, where there is none whatsoever etc’.
Such is the ark of humanity. And there’s a certain magic realism to this existential game of emotional shadows. But it also has a price, a heavy price at that, and you know what that price is… ‘Tis demanding fee… Is… Y.O.U… That is, giving up on YOUR very raw essence, in the pursuit of a comfortable place in the ark. Which means and suggests a constant battle for survival and infinite make-believe psychodramatic performances.
A moment of wishful thinking, on the other hand… Wouldn’t it be better to be excluded from this ramshackle ark, even if it means living a ghostly existence on the subterranean margins of the human microcosm?
Ponder these dilemmas whilst listening to this odyssey and I promise you this: THE DEFINITE ANSWER WILL MATERIALIZE IN FRONT OF YOUR HALF-CLOSED EYES…
Within the deep caves of our hearts, lies the horrible CONFORMIST ATTACHMENT ARTERY; attachment to who we think/feel we are, to our intrinsic nature as we and others perceive it, and to other objects (real and/or imaginary). This stops the blood flow of our untamed and wild essence. Thus, we become like lost sheep in the pasture, trying to compensate for this catastrophic gap our whole lives, by seeking void-like attachments – to supernatural forces such as Gods and their supposedly holier-than-thou “saints” who can temporary calm down our maniacal craving for breaking apart and self-destruction, to people who might make us feel less-lost-less-lonely-and-less-ostracized, to symbols and rituals which “allow and promote” artificial order in chaos, where there is none whatsoever etc’.
Such is the ark of humanity. And there’s a certain magic realism to this existential game of emotional shadows. But it also has a price, a heavy price at that, and you know what that price is… ‘Tis demanding fee… Is… Y.O.U… That is, giving up on YOUR very raw essence, in the pursuit of a comfortable place in the ark. Which means and suggests a constant battle for survival and infinite make-believe psychodramatic performances.
A moment of wishful thinking, on the other hand… Wouldn’t it be better to be excluded from this ramshackle ark, even if it means living a ghostly existence on the subterranean margins of the human microcosm?
Ponder these dilemmas whilst listening to this odyssey and I promise you this: THE DEFINITE ANSWER WILL MATERIALIZE IN FRONT OF YOUR HALF-CLOSED EYES…
Also worth listening:
Wings of an Angel – Timeworn Essence Of Communication
Wings of an Angel – The Empty Bible Of The Psychonaughty Psychonaught
Wings of an Angel – In The Slaughter Fields Of My Fragile Human Heart
Wings of an Angel – Your Dominatrix Had A Brain Transplant Under My Knives
Wings of an Angel – What Has Remained: The Lost Teachings Of The Antithesis