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Out of darkness, by magic

by Moth Equals

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Sleeper cell 07:07
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Pyjama shark 06:33
"Everything's spinning, all the time, dripping atoms into night - oh - everything's spinning all the time - everything's spinning." "Sea - like the blackest night - reminds me of the first fight, when early beasts swam up to feel light beyond the ocean, but every claw and every tooth dragged them back to primordial soup, to the blind depths and dogged tests of the sickly potion"
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Spook fish 04:23
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Cryptid 05:24
"Out of darkness, by magic"
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Ripe sun 06:06
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Hinterland 07:32
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Heartwarmer 06:26
"I thought you were trying to run for it - you must never try to run for it. If we caught you, we'd send you to the angels. You wouldn't like that." "Would you?" [Mumsy, Nanny, Sonny and Girly, 1970]
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Orfo 03:14
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Safe house 05:25
12.
Empty chest 02:50

about

'Out of darkness, by magic' is a new collection of 12 electronic tracks, woven into a folk story about a witch, a pair of magic gloves, and an enormous shark with a penchant for eating stars.

Samples include: Udmurt folk, Bollywood balladry, Okinawan serenades, Egyptian crooning and much more.

The Story

Out of the bat-wing black
to chew galactic fat,
gleaming teeth of snow white
take interstellar flight…

The hungry shark swims free -
cruising the star-punched sea -
and finds our plump, ripe sun
to sate its rumbling tum…

For years it feasts on fire,
smothering the Earth’s pyre,
cursing the pale blue dot
with creeping, icy rot…

The snow storms grow stronger,
crops flower no longer,
and yonder, glaciers bloom
below blanketing gloom…

So the rumour mills whir,
the gossip-mongers stir:
‘Witches summoned this hell
so we’d plea for their spell!’

In their gut-churned panic
local folk shun magic,
hounding spellweavers
to hinterlands in fevers…

Dwelling in these purlieus,
trammelled by their curfews,
cooing verse by moon glow
is a witch named Orfo…

She knows only a mage
can slay this sleek star-phage
to thaw the gnawing freeze,
and draw the warming breeze…

But how to reach such height
And then defeat such might?
Orfo starts to ponder -
then spies the cliffs yonder…

The Stone Titan - of course!
A formidable force,
but to break its slumber
needs magic beyond her…

She asks her familiar -
Teixi, the blue spider -
to weave from gossamer
Gloves of the Osmoser…

Just like udders do milk,
these special gloves of silk
store magic in their tips,
cast by incanting lips…

For years our hero flits
between lamp-lit snickets,
sourcing from sorcerers
the requisite powers...

One century has passed
when she returns at last.
Though her home lies forlorn,
there’s little time to mourn...

Her kindling skeleton -
every thew and tendon -
starts buckling at the climb
to the goose-step of time…

But she summits the hill
where Titan crouches still,
she raises her gloved hands
and issues her commands…

“Warrior, awaken!
Our land is forsaken!
Soar to the sun eater
and with zeal defeat her.”

But poor weary Orfo
drops stone-dead in the snow
before the spell can flow
beyond her hands, and so…

Now all seems lost…

And yet…

Under flurries of flakes,
each silken glove awakes
and shakes off the fresh fall -
the spell cast after all…

The gloves begin to grow,
dwarfing ghost towns below,
till they loom like huge sails
and even the moon pales…

They sweep into the black
razor-tipped for attack.
Slipping behind the sun,
they gut the fish in one...

And out pours the ichor,
restoring the sun’s core.
Fozen flowers unfurl
and blossom devils swirl...

From fingertips silk-spun
shards of stomach-spilt sun
hang by gossamer thread:
jewels on a royal head.

FIN

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released August 9, 2021

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