The Agent That Shapes The Desert
by Virus
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Continental Drift
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Chromium Sun
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Red Desert Sand
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Dead Cities Of Syria
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Where The Flame Resides
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Parched Rapids
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Call Of The Tuskers
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about
The Agent That Shapes The Desert is the third Virus album. It was released by the band themselves through their own Virulent Music / Duplicate Records on vinyl (currently sold out) and digipack cd. A limited (250x) fan edition contained the lp, cd, t-shirt as well as an exclusive 7"ep with 2 non-album tracks (one of which, is a bonus digital track when ordering the album here). When you order Virus stuff through Bandcamp you support the band directly. Thanks!
credits
released 14 February 2011
Produced by Virus and Bård Ingebrigtsen
Recorded at Amper Tone, October ’09 - August ’10
Mastered at Strype Audio by Tom Kvålsvoll
Cover art by Eliran Kantor
Virus are:
Czral Michael - vocals, guitars
Einar ‘Einz’ Sjursø - drums
Guests:
Bjeima - bass
Kris Rygg - vocals on Call Of The Tuskers
Bård Ingebrigtsen - violin, baritone guitar, piano
Kjartan Kristiansen - slide guitar on Where The Flame Resides
Produced by Virus and Bård Ingebrigtsen
Recorded at Amper Tone, October ’09 - August ’10
Mastered at Strype Audio by Tom Kvålsvoll
Cover art by Eliran Kantor
Virus are:
Czral Michael - vocals, guitars
Einar ‘Einz’ Sjursø - drums
Guests:
Bjeima - bass
Kris Rygg - vocals on Call Of The Tuskers
Bård Ingebrigtsen - violin, baritone guitar, piano
Kjartan Kristiansen - slide guitar on Where The Flame Resides
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shows
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Jun 28Carluke, UK
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Jul 06Liverpool, UK
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Jul 07London, UK
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Aug 04Philadelphia, PA
discography
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Dec 2012 -
Feb 2011 -
Sep 2009 -
Nov 2008 -
Aug 2003
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- Track Name: The Agent That Shapes The Desert
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The agent that shapes the desert,
you’re a well of dense fluids
From the basin of time, you have derived
from the lakes you’ve left behind
The boundless celestial season
drags the sands of time
In between your flecks of sparks,
a constellation of departed stars
A day in the life of the agent
One blink of the eye, pre-creation
From the catacombs where our dead rivers run
the constant red glows bright
A thousand arms point to the sun,
the sky picked clean and white
Into the bestial season,
the angry animals are all in sight
Just fiercely rotating, roaring
inbetween their specks of light
A day in the life of the agent
One blink of the eye, pre-creation
Analyzing eyes howl,
you watch the ashes engulf the sky
Known pulses hits the air,
behind a veil, your breath, you sneer
The radiant tunnels stashed,
now grasp the atmosphere
Washed away towards the tides,
and chased down towards the spine - Track Name: Continental Drift
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Slow and accurate
over the fields where the first fossils were formed
The pendulum sways like a dead arm
I hear you here,
resonating from your shine
Blazing in the veins of the sun
you are viewing the great world
The visuals of your sounds resound
throughout all our known abysses
And floats around in the magma chambers
Toils with what’s forgotten
as all our craters are formed
The slowest (there is), the continents drifting
underneath the crusts of our deserts - Track Name: Chromium Sun
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I’ve shovelled through dust to find you
To the point I heard the sound of your mind
Memories displayed a secret gallery
Cargo on an unmanned freight-train
You tell me the earth is a womb
Forging fake centuries
Plugging the entrance to a new world
Thriving in the realm of your chest
A chromium sun gleams in your eyes
Like a hatched-out horizon it bleaches the skies
The glowing behemoth came back from somewhere
And its chromium chest it breathes
Your skin is a barrier to another world
Centuries gone, just came back
Music in a silent universe
Ancient echoes from pre-historic birds
The desert monument stuttered
“Real and dry, hurt and scrape”
The hollow moment, battered
Is now wiped clean from the sky
The chromium sun gives a strict glare
Sliding on your limbs, overriding your sphere
The hatched-out horizon came back from nowhere
On its chromium hands and knees - Track Name: Red Desert Sand
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The wrath of old rocks
placed upon the ridges
Bastions of the universe
Never fully spent
the sediments has taken them
The cold and damp has returned
Hear the thighless mother
in her inverted travail
Her shrieks float in the infinite blue
As the stars treat
how volcanoes are born
in the distorted red
From the slow slopes
and in the early winds
it echoes from all around - Track Name: Dead Cities Of Syria
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Dancing on the surface of my eyes
the acoustics of the sands
The swarming song inside the heat
of the breath of dead sleep
That rocks the empty boats
tied up to the barren shores
and pounded by crumbling forts
I’ve found the dead cities of Syria
lost in the sands
The grains of ghosts
and traces of (various) apocalypses
and of men never born
Smouldered, harassed and bothered
where they stood, angelically,
shoulder to shoulder
In solitary landscapes empty men watches
Delicate pigments of gone silhouettes
There was life here
before the sands swept through the waters
and replaced the rapids
and sung and howled in between the houses - Track Name: Where The Flame Resides
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The flares of life, the torches
The things to see when you slip into reason
The flares are there, dancing in the corner
Subtle reminders
And you see now that all around you
is dancing silently
as if to be discreet
As if life was all a discreet landscape
just dancing subtly around you
In the flame or where it resides
Next to the spent candle
Little containers, shrubs in your garden
Just light them and see
They have a way of showing you what you were missing
They seem eternal to me
You need a light to see in the dark
Here they come to life
Come to you little flowers of the dark
Little flames in an hourglass
travelling towards death
Like us, they move down
showing their descent
to the eyes they have illuminated
to the eyes they have illuminated - Track Name: Parched Rapids
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Prophets call across burnt dunes
your name spells rusted carnival tunes
The sand hides hives of nested wombs
where fossils used to gallop
Watchers of the morning sift
Shifting ripples eye the world
where silence is knowledge
and creation is consumed in infinite truth
What sound would I make here
Would we be us when there is nothing left?
When minerals dry and turn to dust
the grains will form new ancient artworks
and the wind will roll up and down the dawn
Choirs of drifting trials – denials of the great fires
that drew the gravel into his veins
He’s the far away hills that swim into manes of silt
Strap your thoughts to this engine
that rears itself skyward
as the nimbus numbs itself to desire
Can we live with this sadness
that only rots inwards
Old rope that rows against the current
Twisted with the years - Track Name: Call Of The Tuskers
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Casual is the presence of the sounds
that trained their ears to shield themselves in the deserts
from the cross-winds
eternally seeking them out
in vacant places and through the clockwork of ancient remains
- that rests on the ocean floor
- pulling the strings from the shadows
On the sites where they flogged
the elephants
and handled their bones…
Those fields are all scarred
Centuries howl in the last gleam in their eyes
Significant dreams reveals despise
- that rests on the ocean floor
- pulling the strings from the shadows
Red currents move their tusks
and their bones
Under the light of the ageing sun
Weaker with every contortion
As they wander through the desert plains
sizing up the universe
from the solar winds to this pleasant breeze
They’re drinking the first waters
as the islands are rising up from the seas
