Tzimtzum

by Shea Bilé

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:╪: About :╪:

Through the vehicle of melancholy, melody, and poetic discourse, Tzimtzum is a theatrical and musical Sendak-inspired Qlipothic journey of a man’s progressive deconstruction through the desolate landscape of the divine. Tzimtzum tells the story of one who destroys himself in a desperate search for the divine and for redemption in a world that he must transcend beyond, even if it means a final and complete death. As he traverses through a desolate landscape of steel and stone he becomes disenfranchised with the burdensome conventional concept of the Infinite. Upon embracing this revelation, he reverses his inherited fear of Darkness and the monsters the world has created to enslave him. With a renewed sense of empowered defiance, he seeks to surround himself with those same monsters in order to command them within himself and realizes that the more he plunges into the void, the closer he is to becoming god... By following a path that leads him through unbridled power, melancholic and painful love, and a solemn and final death, he is finally able to free himself and join the absolute darkness into the great beyond.

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released April 9, 2016

:╪: Album Credits :╪:


~ Produced by Ian Flux and Shea Bilé
~ Recorded, Mixed, and Masterd by Ian Flux at Fly in the Eye Audio


~ Primary Contribution ~

~ Shea Bilé: Lyrics/Vocals, Keyboard/Synth
~ Nathan Gordon: Acoustic Guitar
~ Ian Flux: Bass, Electric Guitar, and Programming
~ Rogie Lucero: Drums/Percussion


~ Additional Contribution ~

~ Robby Delosier: Bass on "I'm Occultic"
~ Julio Chavez: Electric Guitar on "I'm Occultic"
~ Robert Duran: Drum Sample on "Summertime Diamonds, Summertime Death"
~ Romie Romak: Vocals on "Eve Undone"
~ Anne LaBella: Vocals on "El Diablo en Mi Muerte"


~ Additional Song Credits ~

~ Song elements for "Summertime Diamonds, Summertime Death" inspired by the song "Promise (Reprise)" by Akira Yamaoka
~ Song elements for "Ashes Out of Balance" inspired by the song "Prophecies" by Philip glass


~ Visual ~

~ Album Cover/Art: Nestor Avalos
~ Photography: Rachel Wright
~ Sigil/Logo & Layout: Melissa Yanda and Shea Bilé


~ Special Thanks ~

- Barry Spradling -
- Katie Broad -
- Joshua Decker -
- Christopher Wilke -


~ Dedication ~

To my father.
One day I will join you in the ether,
and we will pass
through the gate together.

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Shea Bilé Los Angeles, California

Shea Bilé is often heard somewhere on the Moon speaking in tongues with fallen angelic-eccentric flair. Within these songs resonate a sonic ceremonial fusion of not-so-subtle tragic instrumentation and lyricism born of aggro-elegant punk-poetic and unrepentant occulture.

Socal-based poet, Shea Bilé, is a relentless storyteller of the 5th dimension, and the Never-afters that follow
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Track Name: Beast Unburdened
|::Lyrics::|

Let the fires of a shattered sun condense the twilight
and unfold the threshold to the hereafter.
Let the Beasts of unknown angles
light the sky aflame
and emblazon my sight with heretical heritage;
write upon my heart that sacred symbology,
that ancient language of Nephilim angels,
those words and names only a Man can pronounce.

In trapezoidal dreams and living visions,
I’ve extended my perceptions
past the fractal fragments of the mind’s mirror
and through shadowed glass forests I emerged
with my solemn companions –
The Hounds of the Barrier.

Their voices are the echoed dreams of my dead fathers
and the unwritten wishes of my children’s future.
Their eyes are oceans of my ancestor’s reflections,
the illustrations of a million madmen;
the paintings of the unmapped infinite.

Rendered uncolored with pigments of the past,
their gazes are not only piercing,
but prolific ancient Halls of Intention
where stony talismantic gates covered in carvings of inhuman faces
await the progenitors of prophecy.

Blessed by the presence of my companions,
I dilate and die,
sacrificing my mind’s eye
and every word of my life’s work,
so that I may absorb the sun-lit skies into my own eyes
commanding the keys of the-is-to-be
to open the doors of my destiny.

And from this mist,
a formless chorus comes forth to sing songs to me,
written in psalms sung in infinite octaves and silent keys.
From these noteless verses, stories of me –
of my history as a god –
written with the black inks of eternity
from this grotto of the Beyond.

And finally, I hear whispers of the Great Law:
A first gift presented by Set
to the moonlit descendents of an endless desert.

And then my transcendence is triggered,
a cosmic weapon fired
from the tops of pyramids.

and I am the chosen One –

I am all winged beings stepping through space freely,
the flares spotted on the sun.

I am all the Annunaki;
I am life sentences, sourced by divinity
15 billion years in the making.

I am the Beast of Eden
eating Adam’s apple,
I am the vengeance of Lilith
and the fruits of an endangered people.

I am the name of Legion
flowing downward like demons.
I am the essence of Styx Rivers
and the cry of angels once defeated.

I am every vision of Ragnarok.
I am the footprints of giants
and all the Watchers
watching from every mountaintop.

I am the dawn on the day of the last Winter Solstice;
I am the Morning of Magic on December 22nd…

I am the first moment after the galactic clock

stopped.
Track Name: I'm Occultic
|::Lyrics::|


I’m a witch and this is my hour.

I’m a diviner, my blood’s the river’s water

I’m a pagan
indulging in dead religion.

I’m a Satanist
carousing with the black mass attendants.

I’m acidic
like a misanthropic zealot,
or most fundamental monotheists.
But I don’t ask for forgiveness,
the Ancients bless my sentences.

Forgive my verbiage, I refuse to conform to rigid systems.
You can find me counting stars with Egyptian mystics,
or planning world conquest
with various underground Masonic lodges.

While we sacrifice the masses in the name of the age of Aquarius

I’m occultic—
secret societies often request my services.
But I must admit, malicious spirits have infiltrated my dream sequences.
So I’ve enlisted Dion Fortune to bolster my psychic self defenses;
she’s teaching me how to summon werewolves from my solar plexus,
and conjure Set’s visage using only a black candle.

I’ve crash-tested my astral vehicle,
I call it my 2012 Higher Consciousness—
It comes in a luxury model.

This is a Winter Solstice ritual,
I’m hoping to open a portal to the here after,
but maybe I’d rather stay and save the physical realm from destroying itself.

I’m a Heathen,
in my garden I grow freedom.

I’m a Shaman
eating Mandrake roots to induce psychic vision.

I’m a Heathen
I’ve written bibles
that will inspire the future’s world religions.

I’m a theosophical deviant

I’m Occultic

I’m a theosophical deviant
hanging out at the World Tree
entertaining a conversation with my astral body,
who’s dancing skyclad with Madame Blavatsky.

She’s suggesting I start my own society,
which inspired me to move to the forest and build an abbey of indulgence—
the Thelemites visit us often,
as do the Left-hand path witches.

Do what thou wilt
would be a major understatement!

From the first I made you stewards
and place you in the twelve seats of government
Giving every one of you powers over the nine true ages of time
So that from the highest vessels and the corners of your governments
You might work my power, pouring down the fire of life
increased continually on the Earth
Track Name: Summertime Diamonds, Summertime Death
|::Lyrics::|


She chooses her words like she chooses her death:
Always in little pieces.

I used to be the black star anti-hero,
the rebel without applause;
the black-clad Son of Sam
night-stalking his dreams.
I was once a proud disciple of the “other” category.

But I’ve become a 401K-paid slave,
A 24 karat puppet
who dances on command
and throws going away parties for himself
at various cubicle concentration camps.

I’d get into gear,
but my aspirations are in the backseat
toking it up with my day dreams
and hot-boxing my perceptions.

But something must be happening to my gag reflex,

because I’m hanging from a fluorescent noose,
yet my tongue dangles
loosening my bonds,
trying to convince my fist to resurrect as my lord and savior
and crush the dopplegangers that live on my shoulders
because they’ve been trying to bullshit my consciousness
and trick my brain into remaining comatose.

But St. Lazarus arises from the death tube
glowing,
adorned in Hi-definition white robes
and a cathode ray halo encircling his head.

“You are the walking dead,”

he says,
then ushers me toward the garden,
a mass of needle-thin metal grass blades
and twisted crystal daisies.

It’s beauty blinds me
so I begin to bow in prayer,
but I’m interrupted by my own corpse
hanging from the Tree of Wisdom—
a mass of twisted fiber optic cables
and broken monitors.

He appears as an angelic zombie
eating apples made of glass
and playing with his plastic ribs
hoping to resurrect himself.

But before I could help him down,
Eve’s face flickers on a nearby screen
and she screams,
begging me to be released.

So without a thinking twice,
I set my other self aflame
while growing xenon wings
and setting flight,
dragging the All-Mother up with me to the sky.

and there we find Lucy,
a crystal whore-mistress
dancing on the glass ceiling.

She holds a jagged diamond
to my heart beat,
she tells me that fucking her
will unlock my divinity;
and I’m wearing protection,
but she’s already infected my reality.

And I’m wearing protection,
but she’s already infected my reality.

And I’m falling,
waking up again
in the same bed I died in yesterday.
Track Name: Ashes Out of Balance
:╪: Lyrics :╪:

In the name of inked holy ghosts and never-waking natives
blood-covered cave drawings depict Americans dreaming
In the name of Luna raped at the barrel of a gun
mother have mercy as we bow to the final solstice Sun.

The Day of Purification has finally come
and you're going to be judged for everything that you've done
Not by an angry god, but by a forgotten dawn
for the child diamonds you dug up and covered in blood

So what glitters is stolen
that's why God's always golden
the only holy is human
until a cauldron of ashes descends from Heaven

and we scraped toward the sky
bled the sunset
drank the maiden dry
but won't let it all end

and I'll make Atlas shrug
return dust to dust
ashes out of balance
so it is done

All the children who were gathered
fathered under a dusk
blank-faced and starry-eyed
the Black Sun descendants
they wear the face of our ancestors
yet none of us remember
until we take their hand
and finally find a death in their dance

All the lost cherubs are flying high
transcending city limits
history repeats itself
but Revelations finally ended
Yet I still stand to watch the Western sun set
where the silent apocalypse is permanent

But in spite of death we dance
we sing of holy golden lands
the poison rivers water deflowers
what's become the son of Man
We've grown into an Eden
sans the Tree of Wisdom
ashes out of balance
squandering the apple of Adam

And it takes an end-time
to force the stars to rise
only at the precipice do we tear the veil from our eyes
but up until the sixth trumpet
it's the deaf against the blind
up until the final death
do we transcend the flat line

And in the name of our children
stillborn but still hated
in the name of every Middle Passage and Inquisition
I call upon the Goddess
who's both barren and voiceless
to give birth to a fire
that will burn down Eden

And out from under these ashes
there will come a new kingdom
despite the past, we'll rise in defiant freedom
And every Babel tower will tear the sky open
Until every constellation falls and bows in our presence
Track Name: El Diablo en Mi Muerte
:╪: Lyrics :╪:

Drifting upon a solar flare
she's wilted but bleeding her fires forever
He's Aztlan twice removed
three days past noon -
our final afternoon

She's that hallowed god parent
who named me after my father's infinity

but yet I'm still there
lying in the chapel
bathing in my final baptismal

Mommy's encased in a golden frame
drowning in the depths of an emerald
She's carried upon the backs of Cherub children
buried as pretend-stars
She's shining as a goddess in the congregation
of my date of birth now deferred

In the name of the surrogate sacred mother
sunlit goddess of the endless desert
In the name of the moonlit maiden of holy places
where she waits for me at the end of all things

In the name of all things
only when I'm drowning do I finally dream
Only when she buries me deep underneath the sands
do I finally have a name

In the name of the ever-afters,
only when I've died before the goddess
do I finally have a father

And only when sets me down to rest
do I finally sleep

And there I died
from earthen graves
the local natives rose to wave goodbye
they carried my bloodied body
and held a last supper in my honor

I'm a long-count in a distant desert
a clock stopped before completion
I'm an inconvenient unholy beauty
but the truth a has set me

So I'm taking my death and I'm painting it perfectly
painters and priests they give sight and lead
while the ill-sighted are led
the remaining innocence bleeds into the rain
drowning everyone in attendance

And the children's faces are stained a dirty red
they rise to awaken me, yet again

She cradles me
She cradles me in my final moments
as we crossed the threshold quietly

Humming softly
she plants me a kiss
Momma said there'd be days like this

Momma said there'd be days like this