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scree: transmissions

by The Mercy Cage

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as the shutter trips i see the neurotic boy inside on the fringe of this societal itch the placebo in effect see the artist interact watch the death of all that shines watch the traces stolen... through the act the collapse the facade comes crashing down try to contain the fire taken on faith’s refrain & the moment collapses [let it burn] wind down/disengage turn the page/read between the lies [let it burn] replays the same old song first to cut out when everything you know is wrong through the pure design of light he develops the masquerade still standing on the outside looking in & it burns let it burn make it burn & the facade comes crashing down & i am last to fall i succour this release got out, dropped the bombs lost in the noise of the scree. so long say farewell the lesson will be learned....
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"fuck prozac" she said it's such an ordinary drug it'll make you better if better is really how you need to feel fake plastic overture the smile crack'd the mirror wavers 15 years of freedom in one tiny little pill & yet... like a virus she comes like a virus she comes & we suffer the flesh we are as one no more vibration, no more colour to not go quietly into the night where did your light go? the flame snuffed out the lamp convulsing dry swallowed, somewhat damaged crawling on the floor the picture incomplete attacks the image takes a blowtorch to the flame of memory scars like the sun sheds its lie on everyone as ever, the same... and we suffer the flesh missed dreams of hope, faith oh everything is wrong awake with the dead he dreams of prozac, god & the atomic bomb.
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4:30 am, i can't sleep again listening to iggy’s "idiot" on the stereo i don't mind i don't mind maybe i'm insincere maybe i'm wrong footed in the gloom this shop-worn angel on the wrong side of the room & the voices alluding to human frailty echo through the wall maybe i don't need it anyway after all this time i don't mind i don't mind give me justification validate my one in ten as we danse around & around & around & around this again & again & again... & someone told me once: "we could be heroes" [i remember] just for one day wash it all away maybe next time i'll be sure it's o.k. i don't mind this is a prayer don't ever let me stop...
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An Incision 03:39
weathered away by the sheer weight of meaning no pause to recoil & you fall in line here it takes seed, a glimpse of the wound under the idea & you know this isn't always what it seems to be a need to compare i can see past you into forever i can see the end she is hacked by the answer face down & i never take the strain she enters the arm on the wings of the needle the media covenant claims this as truth a violent revolt to this taste of the artless grasps for the proof she's trafficking in answers [& we fly] stained by the mark of the word under order of our lady of pain the secret blistering under the skin bears the imprint of the incision [& we fly] still yearning for a brighter day [& we fly] we'll blow this lie away & she is hack'd by the answer face down again & i never take the strain she is hack'd by the answer flakes out again & i never take the strain BEARS THE IMPRINT/OF THE INCISION
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grinding, let the fire burn low as the pulse comes flickering back we are bound by belief in all that dies & i will the skin to dissolve i worship the drug-flesh & let the corpse go make it rain forever make it black & make me whole... let the cipher call the priest you can be my gallows pole this desolation in the vein poisonous & vile tearing out the centre of the cancerous heart & i am defined by the sickness oh the irony defies belief another metaphor to signify decay & yet it shines let the cipher call the priest you can be my gallows pole let the vultures be released you can be my gallows pole you are the priestess you are the whore you are deified/vilified you're all that i know you are the priestess you are the whore you are my world sacrosanct you. said. destroy.
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bright eyed & weak kneed converging on the sin she rips apart the circuitry & puts the wires in reflecting on the shame of a life gone astray kill the body, tune the mind & watch the worthless flesh waste away wasting away rusting on the vine this mechanical halo steps out of time you call for the angels but they've all gone away the future's not here to stay let the past sing [breaks god] flays away the skin [breaks god] the experiment begins [breaks god] make it clean, make it new metal on metal screaming "I renounce you" wasting i refuse to understand wasting take the body, make it whole put out my hands wasting i refuse to understand wasting... dilate the mind as the body lies church comes home distils the code lost in the dream feeding it back into the soul of a new machine bulb flickers on the scene of the crime a step too far this time make the past scream: [breaks god] flays away the skin [breaks god] the experiment begins [breaks god] make it clean, make it new metal on metal screaming "I renounce you" wasting i refuse to understand wasting take the body, make it whole put out my hands wasting i refuse to understand wasting.... violate the mind let the body die take me home.
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wrapped the meaning in barbed wire again this subtle black pornography the horror of the word thru her eyes she is my new god new credo she is the doctrine made new she is... hollowed out by the scene implanted & she is becoming oh she has become something rotten in vegas danse the danse obscene borrows out through the hole she is the end of things melissa flashes the postcard perfect smile porn star predatory she is the wire made real pretty young dead things debased/removed welcome to the big hurt a permanent stain the spectacle of ruined TV starlets fucking on camera never further away so much further away oh you are not your body you never were embrace the strange rub out the word the word the world oh set the nothingness free nails back a new form of ignition spark it up, strike it back, opens the vein trip the shutter til it all falls down trip the shutter til nothing pure remains...
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Reunion 05:02
celebration day & yet again i feel this small she sets fire to the stars she has come possessed structures collapsing & i feel almost human again mad as birds shares my bed godhead bleeding through the walls [fucking on prozac never seemed so pure] oh let it stain & the flames lick higher as the heat grows stronger & i just feel dirty it comes to nought & i suffer join the black celebration let the hate bite harder reunion let it stain... lost in the madhouse she walks the tightrope of the nightmare again delusional, entrenched dulled by her will & the tourniquet tightens... as the flames lick higher & the heat grows stronger & i just feel dirty it comes to nought & i suffer join the black celebration let the hate bite harder reunion let it stain... let it stain. she is the knife of mercy she is the blade when all is right & i am numbed by occasion & i am bathed in the light she says: "you were always a failure" & she says: "you were never that good anyway" bodies entwined, flesh elastic i lick the sweat off her skin this is a trigger for the downside... as the flames lick higher & the heat grows stronger & i just feel dirty it comes to nought & i suffer join the black celebration let the hate bite harder reunion let it stain... & the sane face etched with the restless horror as the inmates feint it turns to smoke as it lingers join the black celebration let the hate bite harder reunion let it stain...
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the artificial closeness one always covets the string he tied unravelled the act evolving bound together by this surreal thing of exotic fiction denied the process where do we go from here? [step inside the industries] embrace static screams free-formed, rushing forward this is the meaning of the end times the lie uncovered bursts through the other side of fate flails away at the certainty i will not follow... where do we go from here? where do we go from here? i see my ministry my flock, clean slate is spread before me i see my ministry this vision of the end of everything [where do we go from here?] i've seen my ministry my flock of sheep is spread before me i've seen my ministry this vision of the end of everything [where do we go from here?]
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Transmit 03:51
conditioned actions concentrate it's over now neon flashes in the head disembodied/uninvolved deprogrammes the tyranny of distance faith & the bomb strike out this frail fucking excess unresolved one fleeting moment harsh static override blindly groping in the dark for some fragment of the stain & i am proof of the word made flesh & i am the bringer of a brighter decay it moves around & strikes up the call Transmission/Ignition it's an act of war moves around strikes up the chord Transmission/Ignition it's... erased by the radio. something to tolerate forcing the instrument through it slits the tendons, warm incision scraping everything new [ignites the fire] grasps the flame within her hands [ignites the fire] i finally understand it moves around & strikes up the call Transmission/Ignition it's an act of war moves around strikes up the chord Transmission/Ignition Ignition it's... erased from the radio & the past is washed clean 15,000 voices scream & they sing: "we are trapped inside this lie we are discarded by the mundane we are a blank generation of hate we are, we are we are beaten but unbowed we are a new release for the pain we are a force emerging we are, we are as one..." & i am king. it moves around & strikes up the call Transmission/Ignition it's an act of war moves around strikes up the chord Transmission/Ignition Ignition it's... erased by the radio erased & i am king...
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Hymn_01 04:48
another anthem for the disappeared feeding back this time i promised you the murder of faith & the siren blasts to herald the dawning of another age with rapt & keening voices the lie enshrined again marked by the sins we're inching up to it i never said that all was well you know it scars like hell oh man it hurts like anything time to piss another useless lie away we pray we pray i never said that all was well you know it scars like hell man it hurts like anything time to piss another useless lie away we pray to the church of the cathode ray. crucified by the past crucified by the shame the sheep go marching on & on repulsed from the barricades & the siren blasts to herald the dawning of a new age indoctrinates through fear & i am on my knees again i never though it would end this well it scars like hell it hurts like anything...
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(a)=arcsin 01:45
ever the tragic beauty queen miss vegas '84 this is the seed of the word this is the base for the metaphor arms splayed in the shape of the cross another crucifixion play how'd we get so wrong? & why are you so far way? why are you so far away... tell me...where is the end? bang the rhythm of a new drum bang the rhythm of the new...
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you took you removed all that was pure & right you tore it all down & replaced it with this hole & i sit here wracked with fear of the surrounds of the disease you took everything away... wind back the hands of time i am poisoned by the stain of this chemical halo neurotic from the sickness as the blade slips in like the leper said: "reduce, distil, purify, teach" this cancerous exorcism of all that you stole from me you took everything away... wind back the hands of time i am poisoned by the stain you took everything away... you took everything away wind back the hands of time [reduce distil purify teach] [this cancerous exorcism] [all that you took from me] [rain, rain wash away] [purifies the sin] [the horror of the expectation] [razor slipping in] wind back the hands of time.
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inside the doll factory revel in the joy in this submission traced back the source of all infection is framed with these pictures of dead girls it reels from it comes from interred by returns to it reels from erased from inferred by returns to never was the same stumbling towards the fall never was the same stumbling forward… [angels body with the dead girls face] necrosanct in matters of flesh you are not your skin you never were yet she is crucified on the stations of the cross nothing nears the art of the incision and it reels from it comes from interred by returns to it reels from erased from inferred by returns to never was the same stumbling towards the fall never was the same stumbling forward… [angels body with the dead girls face] dreamed the great divide with the unspoken violence of all that came before in the language of denial she conjures up dead things diving into the new dreamed the great divide in the unspoken violence of all one can't ignore a permanent solution dying into the new.
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Cipher 04:43
nitrous falling like liquid from the back of the hand wrapped in cellophane neural seize never stop take the blue pill it eases the delusions & the thin black line inside winds it's way on slips in impaled on the needle this is wrong oh this is madness the tapping of the vein the methlab logic of a final rave in vegas reacting to the baying crowd all tomorrow’s parties come again [bite down] she picks at the stitches [bite down] she sets the scene for the fall [bite down] & i bear witness to prick at the answer [bite down on deliverance] come & find me... come & find me. call sister lightning to diarise the breakdown this mote of understanding the evidence is clear balanced on the knife-edge & beaten by the meaning these pattern systems failing her final words ringing in my ears: "you were always on my mind" "you were something else that shined" "you were ever underneath this lie" "you never set me free" [decipher] tell me what you need it to mean [decipher] looking to the day it fell apart [decipher] reconcile the silence in between [decipher] help me decipher your heart [this was never justified] [crack the code expose this lie] [decipher] tell me what you need it to mean [decipher] help me decipher your heart. come & find me... come & find me. [decipher] tell me what you need it to mean [decipher] looking to the day it fell apart [decipher] reconcile the silence in between [decipher] help me decipher your heart [stay the course for the answer] [stand firm & never admit defeat] [decipher] tell me what you need it to mean [decipher] help me decipher your heart.
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you are my torch you take the pain away trapped under glass pining for you yearning to join you you are my torch... we can dose up on cigarettes & speed & trawl the mainstreet again same scene, different day let's numb the pain for old times sake & we sing... oh lord & we sing words like armour we danse among the debris this concept of failure inhales & prays for relief something wrong somehow under siege more man than machine & maybe inside i feel old, i feel ugly & maybe the outside is clawing back in the wires that i severed i never said leave the lies that i told you to make you believe in me... i'm coming home believe in me.
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“scree: transmissions” is a record about inter-personal relationships in the digital age, it’s about the ascendency of the cult of celebrity, & it’s about the search for a deeper meaning in an accelerated culture….

"One of 2005's CD treasures" - Virus Magazine

"This should definitely find it's way to your local club...if not demand it" - This Is Corrosion

"...an unmitigated success from a boot-stomping, head-banging, fist-pumping perspective" - Regen Mag

"A band to check out if you have an intelligent taste" - Sideline Magazine

"In many way this is a slap back to reality that Industrial music still has it's champions" - Plagued by Rhythm

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released September 12, 2006

s c r e e: transmissions written, performed, mixed & mastered by The Mercy Cage @ Virus Event Theatre Labs Tauranga New Zealand December 2002 – July 2004
Artwork & Design: Jason Just |Symbolique Studios

josh wood – words & music, voice, instruments, programming, production
catherine A.K – voice
dean young – guitars on An Incision, Erase and Cipher; acoustic guitar on Requiem; end guitar solo & additional noise on Dying Into The New
royce neale – acoustic drums on Requiem; performed electronic percussion on An Incision; additional acoustic + found-sound percussion sampling.
grant brodie – additional synth noise on The Braun Tube Manifesto and Exit-static

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