Green Noise: Music to Swing Your Ankles To

by Age of Endarkenment

Stardust 00:00 / 04:24
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1.
Stardust 04:24
The empty space is a grim reminder. An obituary to existence. When the flesh ceases to be, How will I find you? I want to say the things to you, That I can’t say with my tongue or my body. I need you. Dearest, how I long for you. I want so much to be, The corpse in your casket. I want to say the things to you, To say what I can’t say with my tongue. I want to say the things to you, To say what I can’t say with my body. Nothing is worth living for, When everything is worth dying for. I want to say the things to you, To say what I can’t say with my tongue. I want to say the things to you, To say what I can’t say with my body.
2.
Flexing muscle against the gods, The tightening of the skin on the machine. Brace yourself for an apocalypse. Armageddon; Kingdom Come. A slight blueshift in the stars, Margins will be your punishment. Sin against me, sinners again! Desolate human flesh… I am the enemy! Flexing muscle against the gods, The tightening of the skin on the machine. Brace yourself for an apocalypse. Armageddon; Kingdom Come. A slight blueshift in the stars, Margins will be your punishment. Sin against me, sinners again! Desolate human flesh… I am the enemy! Cease now your rebellion! Against the current you cannot win! The darkness envelopes all things. Prepare for the return of The Beast! Cease now your rebellion! Against the current you cannot win! The darkness envelopes all things. Prepare for the return of The Beast! I am the enemy!
3.
This is music to swing your ankles to, Dangling by the rope around your neck. Dancing your way into oblivion. Do a little shuffle for us, will you? Welcome to a world of total black. Absence of the things that make us real. Mortality is a crutch; Give up the ghost! Spirits be blessed, we’re free from memory! Thanatos, realm of spirits. This is our future! Hades, oh lord of the dead, We turn to you with open hearts. Thanatos, realm of spirits. This is our future! Hades, oh lord of the dead, We turn to you with open hearts. Interwoven is the Beast. Fingers laced behind our hearts. Sweetest oblivion, make love to me? Tithings of nonexistence. A burial shroud that’s made of silk. Tonight we seek the bitter fruit. Annihilation is our patron saint. Father of lies, and speaker of truths! Thanatos, realm of spirits. This is our future! Hades, oh lord of the dead, We turn to you with open hearts. Judge us unfit to live, Let us go in peace. Thanatos, realm of spirits. This is our future! Hades, oh lord of the dead, We turn to you with open hearts.
4.
Excised 05:21
The tumor is me. Existence is nothing, Compared to the cancer of life. But soon it shall be excised. Cut into my flesh. Remove my core. Take me away, From this mortal hell. Prometheus set aflame, Burn for all, and burn for me. Helios, shield they eyes, Burn for you, and burn for me. A blade like a god, Touch me in all the wrong places. Switch to the inside voice, Absence of self is the goal! When the knife comes down, Where will she be? Will she miss me? When all is dead and done? Prometheus set aflame, Burn for all, and burn for me. Helios, shield they eyes, Burn for you, and burn for me. Bleed the fire into my eyes. Blackened silk against an endless sky. Confessing my sins in the covenant of pain. Awaken black dawn, there I shall perish!
5.
Knives 05:09
Pressed against the flesh. Leaking a red line. Drip a drop of soul. Cut me so deep. From the vein comes the heart. A process of draining. Kiss the infirm into peace. Cut me oh so deep. A cut above the rest, Drain me oh so sweetly. Rest in pieces my love, Touch me oh so dearly. I used to make excuses. It used to make you laugh. But wrapped in such fineries, I could believe you’re dead. Drop the act, you are no fool. I know you’ve seen it inside. Draped inside your cursed fingers. Erase the night from the sky. A cut above the rest, Drain me oh so sweetly. Rest in pieces my love, Touch me oh so dearly. Where is the exit? Take me away. Past the tolling bells, To my private grave. Where is the exit? I need to get out of here. Waste not a drop, On the hearts of others. A cut above the rest, Drain me oh so sweetly. Rest in pieces my love, Touch me oh so dearly. You drain me oh so sweetly…
6.
Razors 03:30
Like ice, you slide in. Slippery like a knife should be. I feel you in my chest. I feel you when you breathe. I will make you rust. You will make me eviscerate. Cuts like true love. I’ll be dead before dawn. The smoke cleanses. Disassociated sunrise. Evacuate to ejaculate. War is a mirror, Reflection of the sunlight. Dead are the saviors of old. Your body is my coffin. Where love gets lost, Blood shall not. The noose tightens oh so lovingly. My last breath for your last sigh? I’ll be dead before dawn. The smoke cleanses. Disassociated sunrise. Evacuate to ejaculate. Bury the gods of old. Century of symmetry. Cross thine heart and close thy lips. Nothing is the saint of all things! I’ll be dead before dawn. The smoke cleanses. Disassociated sunrise. Evacuate to ejaculate. Skin me to the dance floor.
7.
Vanquished 04:21
I don’t understand what went wrong. So much to say, yet no output. Seal thy lips and blacken my tongue. Nothing is the state of your heart. A symbol for the emptiness. A sigil for nonexistence. Grab my heart and squeeze until it stops. My heart beats no more… Nothing is as beautiful as death. Drano bombs and internet scares. Scar my eyes and break my heart? Will I ever be good enough? Not so much for you. It’s important that I note this: Houses are not truly homes. This is not a place for the soul to dwell. This is not the way… Nothing is as beautiful as death. This is not an exit. This is not the path. Stick to the markings on the headstone. Stick to the footsteps of the elders. Brace yourself for nonexistence. Nothing worth being here for. Caress the blade and fuck the hilt. Bullets sound like broken hearts.
8.
Haunted 04:55
I love you more than the blood In my veins like to come out and say hello. It should be noted that it only happens When my flesh parts way with the body. The flesh is nothing but a cage, A place to hide our fears. My cadaver is a shell, A place to hide my ghost. I want to haunt you. I want to be your ghost. Poltergeist, oh spirit free. Any excuse to be with you. Sacred nonexistence in me. The void is my mistress. We do a dance in the shadows. Do a little dance for the ritual. What if god is a symbol? For our inability to cope with mortality? I drink eternal your tears. Embracing you for all time. I want to haunt you. I want to be your ghost. Poltergeist, oh spirit free. Any excuse to be with you. Say nothing and hold your tongue. Flapping in the wind against the tides. The skin I peel to exist in you. Pumping black sludge through the city. Incomplete thoughts and stopped hearts. Split and torn asunder. The flesh will not yield. The flesh will not yield!
9.
Black 05:53
“I will see you in the void” he says. But it’s a big void, what if I can’t find you? “This may have been a bad idea” he says. With his eyes wide open and his heart on display. Death is the final kiss from our lovers. Turn the page, turn to black. “The pen is mightier than the sword” he says. Except for when it comes to flesh. “The sign of the cross upon your chest” he says. Up to down and right to left. Death is the final kiss from our lovers. Turn the page, turn to black. I will suffer in silence. Afraid to speak your name. I will do nothing to dissuade you. Afraid of being alive. I am in love with my beast, Afraid he’ll take over, I will not be a spirit. The things inside me are dead. The things inside me are dead…
10.
Starlett 05:31
A crash in the chest, Forever is so fucking long. Embrace your misery. A birth to start the pain, Naked and left alone. Suffer in silence. Seal they lips to the storm. Unfold thy being from lost letters. Tear it down. There is a wall between us. Tear it down. Tear apart the sky. Cut open my cadaver. Offer my body as an autopsy. You will have pungent death, But at least it’s me. Unimaginable is your pain. Rotting in silence. Flip a switch into oblivion. Your affections overwhelm. Tear it down. There is a wall between us. Tear it down. Tear apart the sky. Your eyes are only so infinite. But still, it’s enough to lose myself in. Surely this won’t collapse as well? Not if I am the beam that holds the flood. Find your heart. Find your sins. Find your sustenance. Find your peace. Find yourself.
11.
Residual joy caked on. Leftover fragments of the soul. Grease it clean and shift. Push out the impurity. Infested with peace, But it’s not real. You feel this happiness? It’s not really ours. Wasted and true, Observe the discontent. Spread like oil, Close your eyes, Orpheus. Your body is a wasteland. It would take a thousand years, To explore your entirety, To find your essence. The dream lives on, Embedded in your bones. For a moment, I forget who I am. Forget that I ever was. Wasted and true, Observe the discontent. Spread like oil, Close your eyes, Orpheus. Why did we bother, Why seek out hope? Just to let us down, Just to become stuck. My spirit is an anchor, Dragging you down as far as I can. When we find the bottom, It’ll be too late. Wasted and true, Observe the discontent. Spread like oil, Close your eyes, Orpheus.
12.
Green 05:17
I wonder what Ernest Hemingway would have to say? A being justified by an absent grace. Nothing. Nod your head and recite the words. Dissuade yourself from the lie. Eternity is forever away. Flap your wings for me. I love you. Soothsayers beware: For barren is our future. I fell so hard, I hit the glass. Falling into the shards. My broken neck is a testament to the dark. Nightmares are so perfect, but only when they’re of you. Trust not the fairy, she speaks only in half-truths. Flap your wings for me. I love you. Soothsayers beware: For barren is our future. (Movie sample?) I’m juggling too many fates. It’s all going to fall at once. Emptiness, emptiness, and more emptiness. Embrace the sanctity of suicide. Kissing bullets with lips from heaven. Who are you to judge my heart? Cease to be me, I plead. Heaven sent? Just let me die. Flap your wings for me. I love you. Soothsayers beware: For barren is our future.
13.
The spirit is a cancer. The vessel a carcinoma. Holding his hands together, Assemble now the prayer. He utters her name to a candle. Let the cancer grow. Let it fester. He can’t take any more. This is the fall of man. A downfall long prophesized. He etched her name in the stars, As the night began to fade. Twilights and supernovas, Destroy my cognizance. Abolish the will to live, He is your puppet, Strings as long as God. Pull. Control. Annihilate. This is the fall of man. A downfall long prophesized. Be thee careful when it comes to the sale of souls. Fold the fingers into a church, but empty is the steeple. A spire atop the dawn, ensconced in hero worship. Passion is a plague, the destroyer of men. This is the fall of man. A downfall long prophesized.
14.
Dead gods and monologues, I bet you wish you could be us. Kiss my enemy upon the lips. Pray for me as I am prey for you. Sealed in blood and signed with bile. Nothing is the fate for you as well. Do you really think you’re free from this? Everyone greets oblivion!!! (Movie Sample as Prechorus?) Even the gods will know the taste of nonexistence… The sting of wicked flesh. You can be my beating chest. The stench of my heart, It overwhelms even the best of you. Death you seek? That’s for the novice, For tonight we chase The Beast! Tonight we cut so fucking deep. Do you still want to be our savior? (Movie Sample as Prechorus?) It’s so cold in me. Embrace the darkness. It’s so cold in here. Turn down the fear. It’s so cold in Hell. I bet that’s no surprise. I’m so fucking cold. I’m so fucking cold. Hold me close. It’s just too cold to handle.
15.
She makes my teeth wet. I lost faith in me. I lost faith in my future. Binary stars crash into one another. “You have so much to live for.” That should be my epitaph. Cease to be human. I refuse to believe. She says I’m not enough, Maybe she’s right? Maybe I’m not enough. I think she’s right. I live only to serve, But the service isn’t enough. “Us” is an abstraction. The only thing real is the pain. Escaped from my grasp, I’m so god damned hurt. I’m afraid of you. I’m shaking with terror. She says I’m not enough, Maybe she’s right? Maybe I’m not enough. I think she’s right. A symphony of slit wrists, Don’t leave me here alone. I don’t know how to go on, I don’t trust myself anymore. Shades and vipers dancing, The ritual of the deceased. Shy away from the cadaver, The spirit collected for oblivion. She says I’m not enough, Maybe she’s right? Maybe I’m not enough. I think she’s right.

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This album almost didn't make it to a full release. Believe it or not, this was mostly finished before "What Does God Need With a Starship?" was even recorded five years ago. I got caught up in mixing and polishing and lost sight of what this project was about. WDGNWAS was easy because I recorded and sampled everything directly into a computer. This album was done with hardware samplers recorded to an old Roland VS2480. Said VS unit was on the brink of failure, so I rescued what I had by recording from the unit and into the computer and then layering guitars, vocals, and such in the DAW. (Sadly, it failed before I could rescue my rerecording of the first Whore album, so that's gone forever.) I didn't get the chance to properly mix down the synths and drums from the VS because it was on its last legs (which is also why there's periodic clicks like a vinyl record. It's not intentional; it's the DAC failing on my recorder), so what was left was extremely rough. In the end, a lot of those tracks that I loved couldn't be saved. There were twenty-five songs in that original session (I like to make too many so I have more options come time to put the record together) and only fifteen...  more

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released October 23, 2024

Age of Endarkenment for this release is Jim Wicked. "Excuse the blood, but I have slit my wrists and neck."

Art credit to someone I lost contact with whose name I have conveniently forgot even though it's scribbled in the bottom right corner of each piece. (Rachel something?)

Thanks:
Mother and Father Wicked, Absinthes.com (RIP), Aimee, Robido, Tommy T & DSBP, Violet & Toxikk Deception, Carla & The Midnight Marionettes, Travis and everyone at After Dark (RIP), Isohedra for the custom modules, Gearslutz, Muff Wiggler, Perfect Circuit, Noisebug, Roger & Synthesizers.com, Chuck, Salem, Bobert Scar

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