Dedicated to all damaged people crossing each others’ path –
A dynamic that could be as much a grace as a pitfall!
The theatre is open to all – no VIPs, everyone at equal risk!
So choose your seats wisely : the angel to your right may kill you, as the demon to your left may save you!
This song serves a dual purpose.
a) to give an idea to all listeners etc what our “extreme music research” sound we are exploring hints at
b) to find a drummer and a vocalist (as Malcolm is singing only in the studio until we find a vocalist) ASAP as to bring this madness (we got near to 2 albums worth) to a live scenario! If interested, read more here
The Wards Outside
Performed by : vocals & guitar by Malcolm Callus, bass by Dip Roy, drums by Dan Massingham, sampling by El Paro DJ
Music & structures by Callus 2015, re-arranged by Callus & Massingham 2023;
lyrical sketches by Le Blanc & Callus 2022, re-arranged by Callus 2023;
Recording credits :
1-take rehearsal of live rhythm guitars, drums & bass by Massingham 2023,
solo overdubs by Callus 2023,
vocal overdubs by Roy 2023,
samples by El Paro DJ 2024
sound re-design of rehearsal & mixing by Dip Roy 2023-24
mastering by Ays Kura at Amnion Studio 2024
Artwork : Twan Sibon for www.brutalism.com
Collage featuring the awry eyes of our ushers : Shalini Koshla, Erica Moretti, Christian Smith, Peter Benjamin, Aydin Arif, Marko Crnkovic, Dip Roy, Malcolm Callus, Andrea Paro
Executive Production : Malcolm Callus
Suggested listening – Pour en Finir avec le Jugement de Dieu (Antonin Artaud’s final work recorded 2 months before his passing, but censored and unbroadcast until 16 years later)
Suggested reading – To Have Done With The Judgment Of God (includes the French original and English translated text to above work)
Ready to join the fuck ride? Let’s play baby 🙂
Click Play and follow the lyrics beneath!
(for better downloadable audio, visit our bandcamp)
While I’ve been incarcerated,
You’ve been fucking yourselves!
No, no
I don’t believe in you,
Twisted thoughts all you say I have,
failing to see my dreamlike hype,
So puzzled am I if your’s a truth or lie?
Presume these cages seen are real
Expected this oppressive ordeal
For years I’ve been incarcerated
Insane I was proclaimed
Yet my wisdom kept me floating
Till I could come along to sing
“Liberate me, from this insanity outside!
May I ask : “What the fuck is going on?”
For decades I have been restrained
As psychotic I was decreed
Yet my prudence kept me floating
Till I could come along to sing
“Liberate me, from this mad labyrinth outright!
May I ask : “X’iz-zobb qed jigri hawn?”
You
want me inside?
Yet look all around you
the wards are among you, the wards are outside
Ha, ha, ha, ha
You laughing at me?
Twisted lies is all I see you have,
devoid of child-like reverie.
Stuck within the flaws of a failed society
Unpretzel my brain
Yet you who thought I was the insane
Try even harder
To accept the negative, to catch up on this game
For thou circle’s based
On the insecurities of a system of flaws
To stay on the ball (you want me inside)
You need not fear shame to play this game (yet the wards are outside)
Guitar solo
You want me inside?
Yet look all around you
The wards are among you, clearly outside
I have been to hell
But back I am to set the record straight
Ideas, becoming identity
Playing with my mind for the beast of existence
I have been wrongly incarcerated
And now hey I’m free
But facing your club of wrongs
Hunger in deep darkness
True colds beyond night
Stillness seems so subtly & softly
withstanding silence
Two of the same, yet none of my game
Two of my game, only one’s the insane
Body of an old man, alive by the spirit of youth
Spirit of a young man, fuelled by the wisdom of an old man’s truth
Theatre of change, a hall for the deranged
Anti-theatre full of hypnotic rhythms re-arranged
The theatre and its double posing cruelty through change
As crippled limping mannequins
Pour en Finir avec le Jugement de Dieu
Configurations of the divine
Algorithms of your own slime
Mutilations of the arcane
Paradigms of your own time
Comforted that I have been convicted
As outsiders hold dear their judgemental convictions.
This world outright shalt sees no shard of light
Theatre of hazey misty sounds confuse their sightly senses
Perception of my faults, that despite contradiction within
In comparison are nothing like their fallacies
I ask myself – am I the doolally, or is it society that is?
I ask myself – am I the berserk here, or is it you lot that’s going cuckoo cuckoo cuckoo?
Vulgar to me such futures of humanity
Start with insecure intentional anxiety
Years tormented internally
Yet physically
The spirit breaks and must follow the body
Cryptically, sceptically.
“Or, cet esprit venu des Indiens d’AmĂ©rique ressort un peu partout aujourd’hui” (voice of Antonin Artaud off his final 1948 work “Pour en Finir avec le Jugement de Dieu“)
Medicated daily intentionally to distort my reality
Platonically these bars have now become family
Conditioned to be a part of this sickening society?
Subject to totality, chosen to please humanity’s immorality?
C’mon, give me a break!
Incomprehensible lineages
Assimilate average ambitions & playful passions
Avarice, timelessly stalking the transitory
Configurations of the divine
Algorithms of your own slime
Mutilations of the arcane
Paradigms of your own time
Yeah, oh yeah
Yours is a case of decay and decline.
You want me inside?
Ha, ha, ha, ha ha!
Yet look at you now,
the wards are among you, the wards are outside!
Presume these cages seen are real
Expected this oppressive ordeal
Aligned yet disparate in the notion
Accepted but not of idle commotion
Intentionally, these visualized realms
No longer a choice, this love now turned loathe for this world
Patiently my time shall come to cease the balance
I will prove my wit, I won’t refrain
Unpretzel my brain
Yet you who thought I was the insane
You want me inside?
Yet look all around you, the wards are outside
Break from the chains of a body with organs
Platonically, these bars have now become family.
Incarcerated, yet seeing more than most!
Intentionally, the last seal has been broken
I will come out free!
You, hahaha, want me inside?
Yet look all around you!
The wards are among you, clearly outside
Platonically, these bars have now become family.
Incarcerated, yet seeing more than most
Intentionally, the last seal has been broken
I will come out free!…..
Break from the chains of a body of organs
Break from the chains of an organ of flaws
Break from the chains of a body of systems
Break from the chains of a system of flaws
Guitar solo
Intentionally, these visualized realms
No longer a choice, this love now turned loathe for this world
Patiently my time shall come to cease the balance
I will prove my wit, I won’t refrain
I, ask if my segregation was a mask for your
therapy!
Free and ever so raw,
as I watch you all,
fucking yourselves!
You need not fear shame to play this game
Pour en Finir avec le Jugement de Dieu
You need not fear shame to play this game
Pour en Finir avec le Jugement de Dieu
You need not fear shame, you need not fear shame
You need not fear shame to play this game!
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