chaos

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"Hammill – who has lost no authority as one of rock’s great drama kings – drummer Guy Evans and organist Hugh Banton were a model of group telepathy. The cathartic/chaotic double melody in Man-Erg’s climax could only have been accomplished by great minds thinking alike."

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Review by Jordan Zivitz in "The Gazette"

All that we see illusory
every assumption based on blind faith alone....
On with the motley, bring it home!

Everything's formed from particles,
all that you see is a construction of waves.
Hold onto both thoughts,
under general relativity
the cradle connected to the grave.

Luminous Aether dissipates,
Michelson-Morley with a point to disprove,
Millikan oil drops
and the cargo-cult science evaporates,
improbable physics on the move.

Nearer and nearer,
it's clear that in interference
what happens when matter shatters

All that we see illusory
every assumption based on blind faith alone....
On with the motley, bring it home!

Everything's formed from particles,
all that you see is a construction of waves.
Hold onto both thoughts,
under general relativity
the cradle connected to the grave.

Luminous Aether dissipates,
Michelson-Morley with a point to disprove,
Millikan oil drops
and the cargo-cult science evaporates,
improbable physics on the move.

Nearer and nearer,
it's clear that in interference
what happens when matter shatters

Butterflies on the wheel
of a world that turns unyieldingly...
every fragile beating wing
moves the motor of the thing,
oh, Gaia!

Butterflies stir a breeze
and the ripples flow unceasingly:
far away the cyclones swirl.
It's a whole, connected world.
Oh, Gaia!

Wipe those tears from your tired eyes:
every breath you take a sacred sigh.

Butterflies on the wheel
making order out of chaos
and each ripple in the air
turns the motor everywhere.

Cry those tears, then dry those tired eyes:
every breath you take keeps you alive.