Winding The Optics

by Eccentric Pendulum

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released 01 August 2011

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Eccentric Pendulum Bengaluru, India

Eccentric Pendulum is:
Kaushal : Vocals
Arun : Bass
Vibhas:
Drums
Arjun: Guitars

Progressive Metal band from Bangalore, India.
The band has released 2 studio albums, toured Europe twice, opened for metal bands including Meshuggah, Karnivool, Textures, Opeth, etc.
Won 'Best Album', 'Best Drummer' and 'Best Album' at Rolling Stone Metal Awards and 'Best Drummer' at Jack Daniels Rock Awards.
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Track Name: The Axioms Of Aphotic Expressions
Axioms Of aphotic expressions
At this acute cellulotic moment
At this junction of catastrophy
A million pixel-lated twigs
Of leaping faith
Fall across to the steps I must trace back

Cross between these tasteless ears and eyes of random order
Walk with me and let us view what is far beyond your cry
Are we those eyes?
That was meant to see behind
Are we those eyes?
That would never see beyond
Half the creation
Out of the hidden experimental limits
As the seconds hand of my clock
Stops

Winding the optics of a new distant future
Insinuating obstruction at every stage
Are we those eyes?
That was meant to see behind
Are we those eyes?
That would never see beyond
Are we but pawns
That move back and front
In this maze that you failed to engineer?

The meaning of this monologue. lost
The essence to talking to oneself
Insinuating obstruction at every stage
The essence to talking to oneself


Winding the optics of a new distant future
Insinuating obstruction at every stage
Are we those eyes?
That was meant to see behind
Are we those eyes?
That would never see beyond
Are we but pawns?
That move back and front
In this maze that you failed to engineer?

I attempt my rapture
For the next capture
In these timeless pastures
Track Name: De-Engineer The Prevalent
Where is my corridor of thoughts?
Where are the stars to this success?
Where is the queen that I have became?
Stolen and taken over by the engineered
Programmed is the opening
Of the portal to the higher
Monotonic ecstasy
Is what they need

De-engineer,
De-engineer the prevalent
De-engineer,
De-engineer the prevalent
As boundaries of definitions
Bleed into each other
All limits being crossed
Faith swells on the surface
Of broken minds and bones
Bonds no longer meant to last
A world without sympathy
A world filled with insanity

Programmed to realize
The real world
Monotonic ecstasy
Is what they need

De-engineer,
De-engineer the prevalent
De-engineer,
De-engineer the prevalent
As boundaries of definitions
Bleed into each other
All limits being crossed
Faith swells on the surface
Of broken minds and bones
Bonds no longer meant to last
A world without sympathy
A world filled with insanity

As boundaries of definitions
Bleed into each other
All limits being crossed
Faith swells on the surface
Of broken minds and bones
Bonds no longer meant to last
A world without sympathy
A world filled with insanity

De-engineer the prevalent
De-engineer the prevalent
De-engineer the prevalent
De-engineer the prevalent
Track Name: Paragon Impermanence
Sedated outburst of energy
Periodical,
The envy is constant
Never seeking to disengage
Timing imperfect, incorrect
Not supposed to be this way
Working cannot, lead to the light
It’s true that once broken
It cannot be mended
Jumping levels only with light incident
Many nuclei sedated.... fallen

Relentlessly depending on
The external source
Creation ironic
Whilst else is destroyed
The beauty
Of impermanence
Thus the paragon is
Lost

Creation ironic
Whilst else is destroyed
The beauty
Of impermanence
Thus the paragon is
Lost
Track Name: Become Me
I was born in the womb
I was born inside you
But you did not create me
Unbearable unpredictability
In this mortal maze
I do not belong to you
But I am not it

Become me
Become me
Become me
In this mortal maze
Was I born?
From the womb of pipes
But the limited has not limited me
Bondage of life has no bond in me
Become me
An ocean of parabolic patterns
Cast into the one known prism
Where the truth has three colours

My mind through which I work
But it could not contain me
In the limitations of time and space
As the dance of life
Progresses

Become me
Become me
In this mortal maze
Was I born?
From the womb of pipes
But the limited has not limited me
Bondage of life has no bond in me

Become me
An ocean of parabolic patterns
Cast into the one known prism
Where the truth has three colours

You are the first born
The first expression
Of comic emptiness
The others
Predicted you
To be
The one
Track Name: My Eucalyptine Depth
Indulge in your Ever expanding stammer
Immerse thy self intoA placebo
Of paralysis
Of prominence and penance
Slip into self admiration
Of imbalance and imperfection
Of synonym and sarcasm
Slip into self admiration
Of imbalance and imperfection
Of synonym and sarcasm

From my eucalyptine depth
I’ll strike you at your nascent stage
From my eucalyptine depth
I’ll paint your face sophomore
From my eucalyptine depth
I’ll strike you at your nascent stage
From my eucalyptine depth
I’ll paint my final masterpiece

Duration
Replace by a
Perpetual present
To be a part of
This chronological flow

Like a never ending
Contextual Hole
And still the fire
Not of radiance

From my eucalyptine depth
I’ll strike you at your nascent stage
From my eucalyptine depth
I’ll paint your face sophomore
From my eucalyptine depth
I’ll strike you at your nascent stage
From my eucalyptine depth
I’ll paint my final masterpiece
Track Name: Mathematicians Of Ambient Waters
Between Zer[o] and infinity
Listen to the unique silence
That follows my sacral screams
Fragments of my dreams

Exposed into this draining parallel
Spinning planet
Wound by objects that create the
Phenomenon: impermanence

Where is the center? Why don’t I see the line?
Is this a test of time? Am I out of time?
Now I share fragments of my dreams

Now I share fragments of my dreams
For I calculate... and I decimate
Mathematicians of ambient waters

Like a lotus with six petals
Ripped apart one at a time
Like insights radiating
From a single emotion
Imbalanced... dreams

Now I share fragments of my dream
For I calculate... and I decimate
Mathematicians of ambient waters

A child’s vision immersed in my head
From my crown to this navel
The blinding absurdity
Continues
I end my strokes
On an alternate
plane