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The Symmetry Overture
03:07
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Atlas
05:21
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Riding blindly through the night, Eastward looms the morning light
Ghostly rattle on the wind, soul embattled yet again, fear…
Silent screams from within me; violent dreams come vividly
Faceless demons, grinning masks, lie in wait along my path here…
I will stand my ground, stare them down, strength unbound, righteous
Breathless with recklessness, faith newfound, guileless
Watch the daylight cleanse the sky; wash away your tears…
Weather-beaten, blood-laced eyes, dust I’ve eaten tastes of lies
Sheltered homeless, faced the days ever hopeless, so afraid
I’ve armored every smile I’ve dared, a far more heavy cross to bear
Bartered more than I realize, martyred for my alibis
Once the burden is lifted again, hate, penitent, takes up the weight
Free … shouldering the world laid before me…
Words unspoken as I kneel, absolution beyond reach
Promise broken, glass on steel, evolution incomplete
The albatross hung, dead eyes open, has learned deception
(Bled dry, sleepless, chafing collar)
Heroes unsung, fled and long gone, have earned redemption
(Led like sheep dressed for the altar)
Once the burden is lifted again, each, hesitant, faces his fate
Bears each scar he wears…
(Spurning bridges left far behind)
With bloodied hands, self-reprimand…
(Burning witches swept from his mind)
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3. |
Quicksilver Night
07:22
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Written in the sands of my lonely heart, blown over with time
Your memory haunts me (tears me apart), casting shadows in my mind
Shimmering in the distance on the shifting sand, the mirage of your face fills my sight
I hear you calling; your outstretched hand seems so real in the quicksilver night…
Visions of you coalesce, my love, from the scattered remnants within
I reach out to hold you, astonished I find that you slip through my fingers again
A hall of mirrors, it’s never enough, ensnared within the folds of my mind
Fleeting and hollow, you know I can’t follow, and again you’ve left me behind…
I remember so clear the look of fear on your face as the water took you in a frigid embrace
Desperately grasping, I was far too late, worlds apart yet only inches away
I watched you dancing downward in deadly pantomime, silent your descent began
Broken bubbles rising, your eyes locked on mine and I knew in their sight I was damned
Unseen hands pulled me back, not feeling their touch, transfixed between the seas & the sky
I howled my rage to the winds, unheard by the gods, I felt myself fall into quicksilver night…
Each pearl of you shattered, light into rainbows, illuminates my crystalline maze
Those fragments now fractured reflect and enrapture, cruel shards to shred should I stray
A hall of mirrors, it’s never enough, ensnared within the folds of my mind
Fleeting and hollow, you know I can’t follow, and again you’ve left me behind…
Then the veil lifts, exposed in my fugue, my visions disturbed and denied
Probing my brain with the harsh beams of truth, a rent in my fabric of lies
The Sun beats down on my unsheltered eyes, the mists of my dream burn away
I’ve nowhere to run now and nowhere to hide, broken and confused in my pain
Then I feel the sting, such welcome warmth; the needle whispers sweet secrets, I fly
Darkness coldly rocking, I once more return to the realms of my quicksilver night…
Visions of you coalesce, my love, from the scattered remnants within
I reach out to hold you, astonished I find that you slip through my fingers again
A hall of mirrors, it’s never enough, ensnared within the folds of my mind
Fleeting and hollow, you know I can’t follow, and again you’ve left me behind…
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The Ship of Theseus
03:52
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The revolutionary slogans in your mouth today
Become the corporate anthems in your belly tomorrow
Regurgitate the shit you’ve eaten along the way
Fertilize the fields for all the fools that soon follow on…
Around us, just listen, buried under the words
Behind those rules given to us, conformity
The clouds of dust risen at the thundering herd
Blind the bulls driven by the wolves they can’t see…
by the wolves they can’t see…
Raise your eyes, horizons change with your perspective.
Lift your sight up from the grass at your feet.
All those lies disguise the way to your objective.
All your life … you stood fast on the worn paths of belief…
Frozen earth fractured broken knives at each step
Huddled on the plains with your backs to the wind
Wisps of steam captured smoke and rise with each breath
Forgotten yesterdays as another begins again…
Raise your eyes … Standing stone forests, concrete urban decay
Lift your sight … Rabbits running races, soft machines of metropolis
All those lies … Chanting in chorus “Come and show us the way”
All your life … Rats in cunning cages seldom dream of apocalypse
Hypnotized!
Raise your eyes, horizons change with your perspective.
Lift your sight up from the grass at your feet.
All those lies disguise the way to your objective.
All your life … you stood fast on the worn paths of belief…
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Invocation
05:38
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Some believe this life to be merely the crucible in which our souls are tempered. I have my doubts.
Silence, you comfort me; grant now epiphany
Are we without meaning? Soulless machinery spent?
I once held a snowflake in the palm of my hand, watched it melt back to water, end as it began: formless, fleeting, and born to die … once again part of the whole and yet gone just the same, never knowing itself just a moth to the flame of time. Why this ephemeral life?
Some say “seize the day” with their words but they throw it away with their deeds, such a waste.
Gone now is the past, never will the future be
All that is our now is all ever shall be
Pointlessly we cast our lots bearing burdens of faith
We waste our breath upon rites of passing
Squandering our gifts, spurn the bounty of our lives
Yet still we insist we’ll earn Heaven’s treasure
Why do we persist justifying countless lies?
Do we then exist to demonstrate our measure?
Knowing apostasy, growing hypocrisy
Mourning my sophistry, soulless machinery spent
You come as a friend but now yet once again I have found all your lies were but means to an end and you leave me bereft of faith. Can you balance the scales of belief and intention so bankrupted wantonly spent on redemption now? Why this ephemeral life?
There is nothing new under the sun yet change itself is somehow both constant and inchoate in the face of it.
Upright on the plains, facing his horizons
The man had left his caves only to find lions
Shamans of the tribes,poring over claw-marked bones
Pondered the Divine, guttural and violent
Busy traffic stop, speaking to his cellular,
Digits on the clock, last sight of the earthly
Reverent was the crowd, attentive to the priest’s kind words
Wondering aloud at His endless mercy
Silence, you comfort me; grant now epiphany
Are we without meaning? Soulless machinery spent?
Now facing the cold and dark shivering breach where the light at the end of the tunnel can’t reach, can you see me standing alone? And forsaking the teachings that led you astray as your consciousness yielding has fled far away, you scream: Why this ephemeral life?
Why this ephemeral life?
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Talus
05:06
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Cast myself on the rocks, choices I’ve made
I’m washed now by the sea, the tide is cleansing me
Facing the Sun…
A small bird lying stunned in fallen dust
Flown at indifferent panes, bright promise of escape
Sunlit and clearly laid
Along its path…
We all toss on the waves that we create
As we look to the stars to navigate
While the moon passes high in cold display
And we ride on the swells left in its wake
In ringing hammerfalls on tortured stone
In anonymity, consigned to gravity
Talus below, the statue grows…
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Child of Spring
04:36
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Those vultures I’d invited, baited, finding feast on my decay
Raised their heads in silence, sated, suddenly to fly away
Abandoned, undecided, aching, blinded, weak, and sore betrayed
My love still unrequited, waiting for that need to dissipate
I laid my soul down upon the altar of self-destruction
I played the role proud, reveled in my indiscretion
I’ve gotten old now and I’m scared to meet the slow decline
I thought that somehow I’d be spared the need to justify
And surprised I find my corpse still breathes with life
What now?
In days gone by I stood here mocking, derisive of those lesser men
Each one trying to beat the clock seemed comical, beneath contempt
Much older now, look to the past I wonder why I couldn’t see
I wipe the steam off of the glass; my father’s face looks back at me
I laid my soul down upon the altar of self-destruction
I played the role proud, reveled in my indiscretion
I’ve gotten old now; unprepared, confront the slow decline
I thought that somehow I had buried all I’d left behind
But instead I find these fears still plague my mind…
Time is playing games with me. So much promise, so many years can now be measured in books and plays. It takes its toll with every sunrise and futility embraces me for all I may achieve. My remaining days are just a whisper, soon scattered on the breeze. How do I mark the time left to me? Will I see my children grow? Will I accept my fate with peace or rage before I go? Only now do I see…
I laid my soul down upon the altar of self-destruction
I played the role proud, reveled in my indiscretion
I’ve gotten old now; just ahead I see the finish line
I thought that somehow, that the game would go to overtime…
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9. |
Symmetry
06:53
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Cast aside, a sacrifice
You redeemed your pride at such a price to pay
Remembrance in cold rain of a lifetime away
Ancient and bloodstained, a two-sided blade…
I can’t breathe…
Doubts that assail you at every turn
Echoes of failed youth and lessons unlearned yet today
Enduring the old pain, a dream’s promise unclaimed
Naked and unchained, a child again …
I can’t breathe…
Face the darkest night, a man alone, staring into the pyre…
I can’t breathe…
Burning bright, coming home, walking into the fire…
I can’t breathe…
There must be symmetry…
Small comfort in shadows and no peace in the light
In a world without heroes to continue the fight undismayed
Have you forgiven your own naïveté?
And cruel Fate that has dealt you a hand you’ve misplayed?
I can’t dream…
Gently wreathe your head, sins atoned, within a shroud of delusion…
I can’t dream…
Leave the dead, carved in stone, to find their own solutions…
I can’t dream…
There must be symmetry…
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