Epicenter

by The Fevered

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Recorded as part of an LP release. Mixed, mastered and included as part of a compilation release by Art as Catharsis, honouring our friend Chris Torpy.

An examination of the varied reactions to tragedy.

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The first thing I saw was white, like the birth of the sun
A light without heat, calming as though we deserved it
For a moment the air stilled, my hands fell from my face
The warmth ushered in. Silence reigned.

The air glowed like a crimson ember
A red scorn floating on the breeze
Dead clouds bring desperation
The ground caved beneath my feet
And all at once I broke...

A fragile cast of years of an anxious, sleepless and petrified,
Feeble, a weak existence
In my mind's eye, I watched the Earth open
And remember the beckoning of the beasts to come and see

I saw fire, bursting from within me
I saw fire, and it stayed with me

Lately, I've not been sleeping,
Lately, it's been too late

I watched as they met above the city square
Blinding white against a sky ablaze
And in between stood a cold, black mirror
I saw the reflection and I tried, oh how I tried to move.

Lately, I've not been sleeping,
Lately, it's been too late.

credits

released 17 April 2014
Recorded by The Fevered @ Empire Studios, Brisbane.
Mixed by Mark Perry @ Empire Studios, Brisbane.
Mastered by Matt Cook @ Blackhole Studios, Brisbane.

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