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Petrichor

by Dani Lee Pearce

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Kamani
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Kamani I’m reasonably confident that I can’t describe this album at all, so instead, just listen to it. That will be much better. An incredible concept album. Absolutely worth listening to.
Thanks for releasing this excellent concept album. Favorite track: Masqueraders.
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Nineroe9 A brilliant, magical story and beautiful instrumentation make a really wonderful album :) Favorite track: Monsters and Rainclouds.
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Aurora paints from Xzir hand and webbing by its soft and gentle strands a place far beyond a mortal touch where only other Goddexxes of Starskin know such untainted by the darkest haze that Xzir partner Borealis throws in reverence of the moon days clouding all from view that which only grew in Disarray All that could not grow on other worlds grows here and none not Pure dare enter in its precious sphere all the roots beneath its starry grass and crust knows that of which is coming and among what it will trust and all its rain desists and its clusters scatter elsewhere leaving just the Petrichor and the leaves that fell that day there.
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Masqueraders 06:11
[Scene: On a nearby Starskin system, a worn Starskin Musician has just begun a commission, when, only 4 bars in, {Masquerader #1} who is watching him declares it complete, playing it repetitively] =Masquerader #1=: Yes my brilliance SHINES through you in such a lovely and curvacious tune! Let all systems play it loud and bold! I think this records made of gold! It's perfect length and perfect structure the just-right chords of just-right rapture! And it's Mine, my own creation took mere minutes of inspiration ye? [Enter {Masquerader #2}} =Masquerader #2=: Oi hav returned from the big conference wif moi Sevunty-Sevun Odda Friends Wif moah gray cubes indeed wew'l poaint a landscape WOHthy of a Soaint! And the lahst few bends be straigh'n'd aowt as a braive new eara comes arownd Oi heah owr song you've wrote just now Le's hear it! Lay that naedle down John =Musician(under zis breath, writing a letter to zimself)=: Just like them to fail to realize all their hard work is actually mine they hired me, I wrote this verse I hadn't even finished first but for bars seems to be all they can read into, with any curse I've had enough pain for one day I'm turning in Signed, a worn Starskin musician, in the face of a place I find that my endurance wears quite thin... =Masquerader #3(upon finding and reading the discarded note)=: Is that the way songsmith's behave?! A bleedin' life that holds no shave? With words that spin the weakest web; all pompous flow with lack of ebb?? [Enter YESSAND, very bomastically...] =YESSAND=: I am YESSAND, The Masquerader King! =Masquerader #4=: *I* am YESSAND, The Masquerader King!! =Masquerader Chorus=: (Variations of "No I am!", "I am!", "I am YESSAND!" before one final "We ALL are YESSAND") =YESSAND(with full grace of arrogance)=: I just returned from myself don't quite remember where I've gone But all that matters little here! You all should witness what I've picked up!! =Masquerader #1=: Is that the Sand Girl there so sifting in your mighty hand? =YESSAND=: That's not even her; her whole self But for all we know, she's all right here! She calls herself a mighty being worthy of the smoke and altar but is she YES to SAND like I am for I have YESSAND for the taking! How can we be even sure she's the SAND she likes to say to be?? I've heard she was born MUD, but never Purer than me!!!! NO-SAND! [The Masqueraders erupt into chanting "NO-SAND" repeatedly in a taunting manner, laughing wildly] I took it upon myself to wear that crown that was a mouth whoso pulleth off the old man's head be with royalty betrothed! I have written into law that I no longer wear this mask it is my face I am deserving of this place I earned my way to this space [To Sand Girl] and what of your domain in which daily are you trampled as is proper whether sand or mud all those with feet need proper lockers proper prints in which to mold bitter storms to feel this cold that swarms us all but gives us warmth in its good HONESTY!! [The Wind appears, and the Sand Girl is taken up in it] YES, Feel that Wind against your grain!! Watch it sweep your useless self away!! All you deserve in life, NO-SAND, A husk of NOTHING!! =Narrators=: Little does old YESSAND know that Wind and Sand share love of old for if the Wind took physic form within the Sand she would adorn A pact they made should this time ever come for the Wind to take her out above this wall-eyed vision dare I say, a well-deserved transition..... Masquerader Chorus + YESSAND(attempting to chase them down, realizing the getaway): Aah! Aah! Aah! Aah! She's heading onwards towards Creation! Never make it... Never make it... Aah! Aah! Aaaah! Let's say it's all part of the exploitation! Never make it... NEVER MAKE I- [YESSAND breaks through the atmosphere but does not survive, The Sand Girl continues on, escape successful, towards Creation, where she enters, and becomes it's beaches...]
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So have you finished yet? you couldn't know where you stand between me and my land, I’ll bet. I make the seafloor my face and trace the lines that go around your segregated lands no man is an island for I AM THE SAND. I squeeze right through the fingers of your silly colored tongues as your crushed between the thighs of dollars you deem golden as the faiths you’ve rung and you say you’ve read all the books you’ve heard the stories, questioned the scholars and you went off looking for the Green Man but all you found was me. I AM THE SAND GIRL. Yet you do not worship me... Am I not worth worshipping? For as all of us should be and always for if not for us, what would your world be? I see that YESSAND's slipped away but will he stay behind me long I doubt he'll last much further than his own self-owned song Cry your tears of confetti into the mouths of your crustaceans buried deep within my sprawling skin in rolling constellations I estimate you’ll appropriate all the ways in which you’ll die art in motion lying rest deep within my nests and you justify your boundless rage by the lives you’ve lived in someone else’s cage and you search for your words in your holy book but find that I’m on every page I AM THE SAND GIRL. Yet you do not worship me... Am I not worth worshipping? For as all of us should be and always for if not for us, what would your world be? So long now, got to go, I’m off to find a family I’ve had enough of this old rock anyway
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This Tree 03:07
I gave a name to This Tree and now she protects me. Shields me with her branches and hugs me if I need one she tells all of It's animal friends I'm a safe one I'd never hurt anyone when He chases me I run to her and he gets lost and dies trying to find me It's the magic of my sisters, says the Tree to me you're safe here we love you we want you to be free like we are She knows just what I need when I see her she knows just how long to wait for me She prepares me a soft bed with a glass of honey tea and she tells me stories and cradles me in my sleep She told me once she has many names of many a child of old all were hurt where her roots could feel they were like me so alone and cold she says she wish all children had a tree or two it's a pity their humans can't learn to love them true I gave a name to This Tree and now she protects me.
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Over My Wall 02:49
Something is happening over my wall I never thought something could happen at all for 800 years have I watched over this wall and 800 years it took me to build it Started with one little pebble then two then five some downed sticks, leaves, moss, pine needles, tree sap, bits of tree bark on the ground It starts as a little mound, then two, five, then a somewhat larger mound, then 8 somewhat larger mounds. I'm building something and that's all that matters now At first, I'm only doing it for one day. Then two. Five. A week. A fortnight. A month. A year. Then two, Then five. I began building. And I can't stop. How can I do anything else. Nothing can replace this feeling. Nothing compares to the feeling of creation when fire was your eyes for longer than you could ever ever expected it to be I figured it would all be over in a day. But then it lasted two. Then five. Something's happening out over my wall I feel......someone then two. then five. can it be.... We're we as strong as I always believed?
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Nobody has looked this general direction for quite a lengthy time now but I can't blame them so many creations made of many voices even immortal beings can leave some unheard I'm just an old star but I have kept an eye on this system that lays close to me I've watched it go on There has been some big affair thick metal clouds the air the world looks lost from out here though...if my vision isn't going... amidst the thicker snowing there's one Thread holding out yet Under reddened skies there emits a stream of small cries from Young Unknowing Eyes seeing their world stare back know not what they see, but sense a bitter feeling enough to keep their brave feet running reeling and it's here that I sense a need to step in why leave lost such so young and precious? You there! I let down for you my hair now let me take you somewhere that shall suit you better!
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They were 16 and 17 looking for a world they had yet to see Down in Evergreene and it burned so blue and it burned so high from their view they saw many things in flight and the ashes did turn to snow falling down upon the little red noses of Evergreene I found you there in the darkened square and your tear-soaked eyes beneath your rosy red hair (Make haste now through this land of doom, every tree-house on the hills of Evergreene will lend us a room) From the treetops we looked around nothing left but gentle chiming sounds from Evergreene effervescently, candescently, we cascaded down through the amethyst parsley Seeing others that made it here finding that their lives were now devoid of fear down in Evergreene for the first time, all did feel so free finding sides of themselves that they never had seen (Hold my hand it will be alright soon, look how close we've come to the crescent moon...) Now they're 20 and 21 and what different children they have become Down in Evergreene looking different ways apart from one after all this, sharing the same red sun and they part ways forevermore one will stay and one will begin exploring what was left of things and they'll see through to brand new ways of life sung about by their ancestors of many yesternights (And all those that we love so dear are safe now after so many years and together again.)
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Ae who bore the blue flame asked of them, What do you wish for your destruction? And they said, Decadence. Upon the Hill of Mist. a sacred place, where it is said the sweet kiss of death is the sweetest in all of this world. It bears an unparelleled serenity, No one not of sentance or terminal condition dare enter it. It is the resting place for so many here. Even if one were to choose a different destruction method, it would not differ too much, death by excruciation is not believed in. It is of high honor to be able to die specifically here. When brought to the Hill of Mist, you will find yourself upon a flat surface among the hill's highest points. A small creek circles the stone around you, and trails down off the edge in a series of miniature waterfalls. Your view out is among the most gorgeous to be found anywhere. A perfect arrangement of waterfalls and trees in a formation that allows the sun to reflect off of the water at any angle, allowing for many combinations of colored light to appear within the surrounding area. You sit and meditate. Your guards sit and meditate with you. You are not allowed to eat or drink, as since you are sentenced, you will starve here in this place. But that hardly matters. The concentration of the air is unique, you don't feel a thing no matter how long time goes by. And as it is, there is much to enjoy about this present moment. For at long last you are able to achieve perfect outer peace, providing the perfect backdrop to fulfill it within you also. As the days and the nights pass, you're breathing slower, deeper, calmer. Perfectly undisturbed. Only the sound of trickling water. Not a single word exchanged. The guards breathe so quietly you forget they are on either side of you, sharing the experience, but with the privilege of leaving afterward. Their armor protects them from the air toxins that slowly tear away, very gently, with the texture of a cat's tongue, at your skin, turning it to pollen. then cherry blossom petals. pieces of acorn. bits of pine cone. Eventually, just before you pass, skin removes in the form of flowers. With the help of the smallest slight of wind, appearing at just the right time. If you’re lucky, you may be able to catch a brief glance of your own bones, as clear and bright and soft as silk, before your sight becomes a pair of dandelions, its white haired seeds carried off into the dark green forest beyond. You pass. You are now peace itself, the concept, the symbol, the dream, the myth, the world of. As your remains turn to aura dust, the guards come to, and they sweep them into a small red jeweled case, and place it in the center of the stone where you once laid. It will be gone mysteriously the next morning.
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I hope it doesn't rain when I see you today is there a sun around that has something to say everything has changed so suddenly yet I find you under what looks like that same old tree in the same old place I'd find you back home where I'd go on grey mornings to see you alone still am learning what the morning's like here at least I'm not lonely with you again near All the gems and roses and trinkets of tin still on your stone bedrest where you lie within I am told you're sleeping, are you almost awake? I hope you read my letters and enjoyed the last slice of my last birthday cake and the drawings I've made of what I hope you look like when you're awake are you scared like I am of where we've come to stay? I don't think you would be cause you've never run away I wish that I could see you smile once at me hug me very tight and say how much you love me I believe you think it as you lay resting that's what a mother would always be doing, I think.
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Twig Parade 02:39
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I'm on a trip through the teeth of a dragon I started praying to the desert that ate me rode the cloud of darkness that missed my planet living in the jewel on Aurora's necklace something for sure has happened to my core but I don’t know where it’s gone, gone, gone there were the monsters and me and the way they talked to the monsters in me I experienced a dissonance that made a spider's nest became my eyes from when I stopped the moon and the stars from turning to see if i could reach the other side and when I stopped all the people from breathing so I could capture that moment in time, time, time It should occur to me soon to let the natural order of these things resume There came a monster to hold this rain cloud letting all it's lightning strike showers fall hail fall it did it all They would cry together they held each other close they would softly say they were okay and they would try to believe it maybe they were dead or not all there at that moment maybe they saw what their sisters became; their screams coursed through my veins.
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about

A concept album about Star-Gods, magical beings and evil fakes, and the journeys of various characters depicting a variety of interpretations of this thing called Purity, both false and true, and how Disarray entangles with it.
At over twice the length of my previous album, it's my longest and most elaborate project so far.


=Story, for Lyrical Context=


[Stave I]

Aurora and Borealis, a pair of star crossed and star composed lovers and Goddexxes of Starskin, tire of creating worlds that they so finely prune on, like a pair of well learned shoemakers of advanced age, yet seem to always fall into complete disarray. Determined to fulfill their eternal ambitions of a flawless realm which can remain unstraightened by the limits of one dominant path, untainted by the darkest hazes that have come to cloud all the worlds of before, and remain reserved only for those whose Purity remains at their core, and those who know how to find it, Aurora takes great care, patience and detail into Xzir next project("...and the leaves that fell that day there").

These Words are described("Purity and Disarray") as follows:

"Purity: not all encompassing, perhaps not immediately recognized, but the core presides within, and is the compass of all action to its bearer. There are those who exist who believe in and try to achieve purity as a fluid becoming, while not ever having pureness at their core. Masqueraders, as they are known amongst Starskins, are certainly not welcome in Aurora's backyard, but Xze finds great amusement in watching them try."

"Disarray: That which is too perfect and/or removed from its natural path. It can turn a world jagged and tight, locking in on itself and ultamitely suffocating to its end. Xze created them in the image of autonomy and looseness, growth that explores all possibilities and directions and refuses to confine to the teachings of a single voice, becoming also of refined knowledge of the paths certainly not befitting of tread. With Xzir latest creation, Xze aims to finally fulfill this."

"Masqueraders in Disarray are the sorts of mortal beings that none should cross paths with, even other Masqueraders in Disarray like to make unusual trends out of avoiding them; Aurora and Borealis find this to be especially amusing."

Masqueraders are no strangers to Starskin worlds. One individual, known as the Sand Girl, is caught in the midst of some recent mischief("Masquaders") and by making her getaway with assistance from the Wind("I Am The Sand Girl") becomes one of the early entrants into Aurora's Creation, finding security under the shade of an old tree, which they name, and are subsequently taken in as family("This Tree"). YESSAND The Masquerader King, who attempts to catch them as they flee, becomes adrift in the cosmos and dissolves into black matter, which is a relatively common occurrance; the new YESSAND is immediately chosen thereafter as if he never died.

[Stave II]

Some distance away, a strange light emanates from a densely covered place, coming from the sacred emblem preserved and protected by another dwelling within Aurora's Creation("...elsewhere...in new rain..."/"The Ember Leaf"), the last remnant of a race that had otherwise completely perished under Masquerading forces("The Lone Survivor") whose entrance to this world came about via their conversion to a carnal desire of building in the face of complete destruction. An 800 year old, 800 foot high wall built from the elements around them surrounds an area that the survivor has deemed to protect, with themselves and The Ember Leaf being all that is left of their civilization. The unusual behavior of the Ember Leaf leads them to believe that unforeseen developments are taking place beyond their vision ("Over My Wall") and that there may be a sense of strength and hope that they had always believed in but never actually saw for themselves.

In a distant world populated by mortals long forgotten by Starskin, disarray has been allowed to become overgrown and rampant, with Masqueraders having taken a firm hold and infected all those upon it. Such is its corruption that its target becomes that of a defenseless mortal child, one whom Masquerader Idealogy does not yet penetrate, but whom is born in circumstances that is dictated to be outside of this world's chosen path, and thus is chosen unjustly to be removed from its fold. The child's being is by this point the one thing in their world that remains organic and unstraight, the one vessel withstanding the Masquerader's onslaught, and as such, is still pure at their core. An outside force, independant of Aurora, Borealis or the Creation, decides to take immediate action, and taking the form of the mixteress Berenices, lets Xcer hair down which takes up and sweeps the child far and away on a travelling star ("From Young Unknowing Eyes"). Aurora watch as, spectacularly, the child pierces the border and makes it into Creation, the first mortal being to do so. As they look back to the distant planet, their memory of which having been jogged, they witness it miraculously recovering from its disarray and reforming anew, closer to their original vision. They watch this through the eyes of a young couple, who are also pure, as they age together in the first years of the world's New Age("Down in Evergreene")

From Far away, the Lone Survivor is heard rejoicing.

[Stave III]

Eventually, the child comes to, finding themselves upon a high cliff, overlooking the most peaceful landscape they had ever witnessed with their own eyes. On an opposite cliff, they witness, sitting between two guards, an elder dying a beautiful death("The Hill of Mist"/"Where the Ashes Go"). They are given the sensation that they should not be here...not yet... and climb down hastily. The air is unusual and sweet, it is made clear the abundance of magic in this new place.

The child builds themselves a settlement among the ferns and diamond vines where they sleep, and for the first few creation days the child is nervous, frightened and sad, being so quickly torn away from all that was familiar to them. This changes when they happen at one point to stumble upon the grave of their birth-giver that they never knew but always talked to, roses, gems, trinkets and all, to have made the full trip alongside them, in the same location that they would have been on the old world, now completely surrounded by that which the child found infinitely more peaceful, strangely serene. The child never knew this feeling until their arrival. They felt less alone and sad following this, and resumed their practice of visiting their birth-givers resting place daily ("I Hope It Doesn't Rain When I see You Today") while becoming progressively more marveled at the intricate, hand carved beauty of the creation around them.

On a particular creation day, they wander into a plain populated by tall, silver trees, and are met by the trees' guardian making a spectacular appearance ("Silver Tree's Mixteress"). Seeing the child looking anxious and overwhelmed, Ie gently and softly greets the child, and conjures up some lighter magic to relax and entertain them ("Candy Necklaces"/"Twig Parade") which seems to work wonderfully. Ie tells the child of the great courage they have showed, and the great spectacle it was to watch them travel here, how many things await them where they now reside, and all those who are proud of them. They walk together through Creation, listening to various magic voices and ruminations that are heard throughout("Lute-Bird Calls"), Ie thinking of someone the child might enjoy. They arrive at the Woods of June, where within resides The Moss Angel Witch, a wise, well-traveled and tender-hearted Creation resident who has woven many tales, crafted many legends, spun many yarns and is well known to many Starskins. Greeting the child with a soft kiss on the cheek, she begins to tell her stories to the child, who according to legend, is still with her, listening intently("Monsters and Rainclouds"). The Day fades out, the child falls fast asleep on her lap("Cast Your Sleep Spell") and it is here that we leave them.

credits

released November 8, 2016

Concept all songs written by Dani Lee Pearce, except "Lute-Bird Calls", about two lines of "Masqueraders" and the name YESSAND, respectively co-written and contributed by Jade Eklund.

All music written, arranged, composed, produced and mixed, all vocals sung, and all artwork and design by by Dani Lee Pearce.

Music Composed between April - October 2016 in various places
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"Masqueraders"(second half) composed in September-October 2015
"Down in Evergreene" composed in September 2015
"Candy Necklaces" composed in March 2014
"Twig Parade" composed in September 2015
"Lute Bird Calls" first composed in May 2015

Vocals recorded October 5- 20 and November 2, 2016 at The Quiet Room

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