In Ancient Contemplation

by Fields Of Elysium

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Tech driven, Progressive compositions, with roots in brutality!
The long overdue album we have been touring for the past 5 years or so alongside Inanimate Existence, The Last of Lucy, Transcend the Realm, Scalafrea, Abolishment of Flesh, Astringency, Eat a Helicopter, Xapharon, & many others!
FFO Spawn of Possession, Between the Buried and Me, Consider the Source

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released July 1, 2019

Recorded and Mixed by Augustine Ortiz at The Decibel Foundry
Mastered by Dave Otero at Flatline Audio
Artwork by Tony Koehl

Bass, vocals, & live synth: Andre Lamoreux
Guitar & vocals: Quanah Lee
Guitar & backing vocals: Daniel Murphy
Drums: Michael Petry

Guitar on Abstaining the Hive Mind by Omar Serrano Perez
Guest Sax solo on The Whip or the Carrot by Sam Atkinson
Guest vocals on The Whip or the Carrot by Ricky Pedroza-Winkler
Guest vocals on Papas Perfectas by Jared Christianson
Guest vocals on Frogs in the Distance After the Rain by Thomas Vasquez

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Track Name: Papas Perfectas
Papas Perfectas
This bountiful harvest, a modern marvel of human innovation.
Nefarious minds set out to solve a grand dilemma.
This swelling populous must be sustained...
yet held at bay..
Our bodies, constantly built anew by choice of fuel, habit and surrounding.
Crippled by a consumer friendly processed, packaged disease
Our bodies, constantly built anew by choice of fuel, habit and surrounding.
responding to environment..
consuming that which insects had better sense to stay away,
the addictive additives and brainwashing tactics have drawn us back like flies to the sweet
As life becomes more synthetic, so to does our vision of what is genuine.
Food is being born from test tubes, and we are not that far behind.
Nuestra comida, se ha convertido en una carcel.
Somos lo que comemos, somos son las papas perfectas.
Immobilized by our daily intake, our minds are unable to see the cage
Emotions dictated by our sugar coated sedative.
somos son las papas perfectas.
Endless profits gained from the intentional suffering of the masses, prolonging "life" just to add more fat to our asses.
Track Name: From the Shoulders of Giants
From the shoulders of giants
Here I am, this unification of organisms.
A self organized system known as I
all of us stand on the shoulders of giants.

From the shoulders of gargantua
these ghosts orbit our thoughts in consultation,
we call our intuition.

Between earth and sky we're conduits, receiving and breathing.
The great works of a lifetime stand on the prior,
to act as foundation for the next.

From the shoulders of Pantagruel
these ghosts orbit our thoughts in consultation,
we call our intuition.

Our creation, is merely a spawn of motivation from those whom we draw inspiration.
Track Name: The Whip or the Carrot
The whip or the carrot

Take hold of this moment, do not hesitate.
we have but one chance to see our dreams come to fruition.

with so many distractions, often the path is obscured.
But we must not loose sight of our prize
Stagnation induces loss of intent...
Direction from motivation to induce creation.
We must find balance, we must find our safe home

What is our true motivation in this life?
will we choose the whip or the carrot?

Are we beings of fear, fueled by the cruelty of this world?
Are we beings of greed, with only our own dreams in mind?

Hopelessly succumbing to these flaws in our design,
we often forget the importance of our brief lives.
of all obstacles we face, the biggest is our own minds.

A higher cognitive function lies dormant in our psyche…
An ability to empathize, to fully understand, and appreciate our surroundings.
There is a balance to everything in this universe, and it lies within us all.
We must come to
the conclusion that this "home" is in our mind.
We hold the key to this yin/yang,
Will we choose the whip or the carrot?
Take hold of this moment, do not hesitate.
We have but one chance to see our dreams come to fruition.
Never forget this universal equilibrium!
Track Name: Alligator Mountain
Alligator Mountain
The mode of cognition that has sustained us for thousands of years,
by symbiosis with the earth, is being forgotten and replaced
by mechamorphism, unnatural linear geometry and the need to please
enigmatic insecurities with numbers.
Exponentially increasing population can not be sustained by the beast...
soon to awaken...a massive stretch shall rid this infestation.
Losing our cognition of empirical life...
The massive beast sits and contemplates
all that we have done with what we have.
The universe will replace us.
The mountain sits in ancient contemplation
unbroken through our countless recreation.
Thought of now just physical and lifeless,
un-dawned on us that we're built in its likeness.
The tree-line slowly shifts in conjunction to our disconnect .
Ominous topographical shifts, inhaled gusts, exhaled dust storms.
Circling dreams of rainstorms
cloudburst
While the massive eye opens we hide our guilt with technological advancements.
Lulled into comfort by rational linearity,
but bound by the same to dismiss life's rarity.
Seeing dirt as vile, vacating it at any detection
Not admiring of its presence or even its significance,
it awakens in retaliation, treating us as sacrificial straw dogs.
The beast awakes
the tree-line slowly shifts as an inhaled gust exhales as a dust-storm
The tree-line, slowly shifting in conjunction to our disconnect .
Shedding avalanches, shrugging quakes. Tsunami's and tidal waves that will dwarf all man made creation.
The massive beast sits and contemplates
all that we have done with what we have.
The universe will replace us.
Losing our cognition of empirical life,
The mode of cognition that has sustained us for thousands of years,
by symbiosis with the earth, is being forgotten and replaced
by mechamorphism, unnatural linear geometry and the need to please
enigmatic insecurities of swelling population headed towards its own extinction.
Track Name: Frogs in the Distance After the Rain
Frogs in the distance after the rain

Senseless brutality finally comes to a salvage point. A non stop seclusion from this world leaves one in despair. Orchestrated chaos turned to beauty. There is beauty here disguised as an emotional outlet. Sleepless nights thinking of this music. I've found something... something more, something real. This is more to me than all else. This is our safe home. This is my safe home! When I look back, I will have no regrets, just time well spent making friends and memories. What more can one ask for out of this life? A common universal language spoken since birth, passed down through the generations but with changes in the dialect.This is our passion, this is our love!
Track Name: Abstaining the Hive Mind
Abstaining the hive mind

Evolution manifests a unified consciousness,
a mechanism required for survival.
Creatures of many sizes share these traits…
We are merely slaves to serve the queen

To nourish the colony,(to nourish)
we must forage the earth…(we forage)
Scour the dirt…
We carry our find
back to the hive;
sustaining the mind,
enslaving our kind.
enduring this endless search,
our dreams forgotten
we scavenge to find our worth.


the movement of mountains
and expansive tunnels
possible without unsynchronized
struggles

Search to Augment
Your find is our find
is her find.
we bow to sustain
the needs and the cause of
the hive mind.

yours is our time
so carry the find
as good as blind
for all but our mind

As we're fixed to the clouds we see(fixed to clouds we see)
Our dreams become sunspots(dreams become sunspots)
Pushed aside by our duty as robots

as we move in single file,
protected by our exoskeletons….
our minds create
questions of worth.
are we living or being lived?

live or being lived(live or be lived)

So now we march, in our own directions.
We must dethrone the queen
Creatures of many sizes share these traits…
We are but slaves to serve……..
ourselves.

Rise!

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