Hunting the Lions [AI Mix] (20th Anniversary Edition)
Channel: eNuminous & Archimedes
Date: 2024-03-28

This is the 20th anniversary of the beginning of the session that first recorded my first song Hunting the Lions, at the then-invisible caterpillar studios in Sacramento, CA in 2004, releasing it on Eyelid/Fetish, our first released album.


HUNTING THE LIONS

I. Summer



Needles into the precipice

  Volcano mighty and wide bellied

  Swallows the cataclysm's future

  We cast spears into each other's agonies



The ballet spirals over canyon rustic red sun whirls



  Action weighs actors the hours are long

  Unreal light sound the viewers catch fire



  Hollow basements and high offices

  Images lay siege

  The terrors of the unfortune'd

  Become the terrors of entranced

  Free men who sit and wait



Tonight the lions hunt anywhere but here we are washed



  The leap in faith

  Is the walk with the spear down

  The foot sure the friends true

  Balance amid wide open roaring wheat-less fields

  The prowl is dancing might

  Asserting much destroying more

  The task is a footstep away

  And another, another the broiling sun



II. Autumn



Dreams fall on sleeping war-weary soldiers



  The hush of the night impales the stillness

  With memories of dust and the day's hard warring

  The breeze is colder now



The sky freezes the drama pauses the old men look up



  Asking for a fair week extra the hunt drags

  The feet drag the snow flurries camoflauges



  Gathering night and silence as a cloak

  The daggers march wild through silent houses

  Finding only sleeping men and women

  Barren fields cradling hushed

  Dwellings napping



In the shelter of the storm the awakening



  Weapons find the storage shelves

  Dusty and wait for the relentless

  Snows the ceaseless howling

  Sit in the darkness sharpening

  Their fantasies outside of time

  Clutter of half-felt dreams

  Spiral away in a whimsey

  A flight of forecast startled blackbirds



III. Winter



Wiretap the success

  Alter bending circles of influence

  Corrupt the flow of thought

  Our public massed in search



Of butterflies resilient and deadly



  With science with a fine net

  Of explanation of words



  Deafened to the crackle of

  Fine leaves and blacked

  To the angry scent often hanging

  Shroud over winter white

  Eternal fields



Gaps in sight in the knowing's incredible aeons



  Where chimeras dandy and entreat

  Us to the suffocation of chaos

  The cameras go up the stairs

  Massed in search for the center

  Which eludes the tightrope

  Cantors in circle in darkness

  Just out of grasp

  Spears fly into the night



IV. Spring



Etched in crystal

  Quanta all these timeless pathways

  Stand poised to change us

  Each second we move



They multiply us



  Each look glance thought presence

  Each pass flash emotion sensation



  An army of futures

  The trees grow before our eyes

  The circles are joined departed rejoined

  Guns ready slogans armed flags and permanance

  Waving in a frozen wind



We give sex to the sexless we feel the time



  Sharp cold glass crystal arching arcing illuminated

  Not blue not black etching silhouette flicker

  Endless fractal forever green but not green

  A pause of boundary's edges a look across

  To see the turtles stacked each with

  Fine flowers and jasmine incense the

  Taste of tangerine accompanying them

  As they pause in passing through the fields