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Beast Unburdened (Single)

by Shea Bilé

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|::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.
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|::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.

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╪ About ╪

| : : 'Beast Unburdened' ~:~ single (+1) from upcoming album ~:~ 'Tzimtzum' : : |

| : : + additional track (b-side) ~:~ 'Summertime Diamonds' : : |



'Beast Unburdened' represents the initial steps into the story that takes its path onward and downward the (inverse) Tree of Life. This serves as the single release off of the upcoming album 'Tzimtzum'.

A lyrically-entwined story comprised of musickal elements not easily drawn-and-quartered, Tzimtzum encompasses an experimental fusion of Neofolk/dark folk instrumentals, coupled with punk-poetic lyricism delivered by SoCal-based poet Shea Bilé.

Through the vehicle of melancholy, melody, and poetic discourse. the story of Tzimtzum tells of one who destroys himself in a frantic search for the Divine as he traverses through a desolate landscape of steel and stone and becomes disenfranchised with the accepted concept of the Infinite. Upon doing so, he reverses his inherited fear of Darkness and the monsters the world has created to enslave him. So 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...

A story of a boy who leaves the world in anger and disgust and comes to an Isle - where he finds solace in the demons he once feared...

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released November 12, 2012

╪ Album | Credits ╪

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Lyrics/Vocals & Keyboards/Synths by Shea Bilé
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Acoustic Guitar by Nathan Gordon
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Bass (electric & acoustic) and electric Guitar by Ian Flux
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Drums & Percussion by Rogie Lucero
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(Specific song credits are individually noted.)



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Produced, Mixed, and Mastered by Ian Flux
at Fly in the Eye Audio - www.facebook.com/flyintheeyeaudio
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Co-Produced by Shea Bilé
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Photography by Rachel Wright - rachelwrightphotography.blogspot.com
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Costume Design by Katie Broad - insidiousclothing.com
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Album Cover Art Design and Logo by J Decker - jdecker.net
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Concept by Shea Bilé
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Shea Bilé Los Angeles, California

Shea Bilé is a performance poet, author, musician, occult lecturer, and podcast host. His music draws from various forms of subversive spiritual expression that serve as a vital foundation for his work, which represents a fusion of aggressive punk-poetics and unrepentant occulture.

His most recent album, “Tzimtzum”, pairs occult-driven spoken word lyricism with neoclassical instrumentation.
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