The Turbulent Zone
2000
| Cutting the Veil (21:50) | |
| Between the Phases of the Night (6:37) | |
| Strange Attractor (13:29) | |
| The Hostile Sea (15:27) |
"The Turbulent Zone" is the third CD from versus X.
The CD was recorded in Winter/Spring 1999 and mastered in Summer 2000.
It is available through MUSEA in France as MUSEA FGBG 4338.AR.
The cover was created by the artist Wolfram Bühler. If you are interested in buying prints from Wolfram Bühler please use the address in his profile.
Arne Schaefer: Vocals, electrical and acoustic GuitarsEkkehard Nahm: Piano, Organ, Synthesizer, Bass Pedals
Joerg Fischer: Bass Guitar
Uwe Voellmar: Drums, Percussion
Cutting the Veil
a) Changing Conditions
Our heroes seem pale and worn out these days
though we tried so hard to accommodate
to changing conditions - new values and times
we can't afford to fail
All major discoveries it seems have been made
established ideas are just optimised
by an army of workers whose skills are just wait
to be substituted by chips
The greatest of visions - the whole world to see -
are fallen to pieces and swept away
Now disillusion is spreading in minds
leaving a void of untenable kind
Ancient rules devaluated - now -
substituted by an omnipresent
scientific rationalism
- now -
cutting the veil
b) Laying Bare the Nerves
Laying bare the nerves within a moral scaffoldingonce
ensuring hold to the individualfragments of ancient
walls eroded and undermined by timesubstituted by
high-tech prostheses
Everyone on his own - in isolation
striving for social recognition
Tools are ruling minds - perfect but bare of meaning
do not participate in any interpretation
The ultimate state of mind - direction of social preference
obscured by ill-advanced individualism
c) On Fertile Ground
Subliminal currents of haunted minds
long time suppressed - now face the light
claiming the spaces still laying fallow - out of sight
On fertile ground now growing wild
the seeds relieved from chains of mind
some seem enlightened, others passing dangerous frontiers
- no safety net to catch
no self control to close the hatch
a game of free forces - maybe too late to turn the tide
Ever harder too weed out the thicket that's grown beyond control
In search for instant satisfaction - a short term fit mentality
providing obscure saviours and charlatans
a peak prosperity
d) The Gentle Coat of Night
Long grown social structures splinterforming a strange kaleidoscope
immediately commercialisedall long term trends nipped in the bud
Only in hidden and distant niches
granting unhindered ripening
time allows to crystallise
forms unseen in velvet light
Once covered by the gentle coat of night
now exposed to dazzling daylight
the sharpened knife desecrates the pure
now- cutting the veil
e) In Distant Niches
(instrumental)
Between the Phases of the Night
In precious time I´m balancing along a virtual borderline
on neither single side of the world I may find my home
for all I want to be I need the key to all doors
I love to feel the twirling turbulences along the surface plain
entrenched in spirals of doom - between the phases of the night
a twinkling light hidden behind the mirror
Every twist of history still reveals its traces
every change of path leaves its mark on our course
every form of matter, energy, and mind
condensing from interfering vibration
bearing an encoded vision of the whole
Hand over hand I'm climbing through the abyss of decision calls
carrying on an endless research for those aesthetic crystal germs
emerging from spontaneous intuition
Every twist of history still reveals its traces
every change of path leaves its mark on our course
every form of matter, energy, and mind
condensing from interfering vibration
bearing an encoded vision of the whole
Strange Attractor
In silence I begin to wonder
Which kind of force creates this restlessness inside
Where do I want to go so fast and absolutely sure to be on my way ?
Do I really have to stress myself without external coercion
Like a rage - to find and chase
The urge to gain completion of a stage
To be released from the tightness of my cage
And finally turn the page - and then
To just begin again - to recognise the progress born within
I sense I am confronted with a strange and fascinating - dominating
Primary instinct beyond control
penetrates the spheres of heart and soul
To measure minds coherence to the whole
I try to reach out for more - I need to proceed to the core
Everything seems so clear - just missing one last idea
feeling the clearance being near
The more I approach the core - the more I feel the urge to soar
Mingling parts in mind - some pieces so hard to find
artefacts each one of a kind
Will something stable and lasting remain
When all time is gone and faded away
Will some kind of residual order survive
keeping an ancient spirit alive
I must proceed, must carry on, that's what I know for certain
Direction clearly specified but the focus is still blurred
A fog in constant motion - mysterious and challenging
The closer I approach - the more complex it becomes
I'm groping into the unknown and feel this thrilling shiver down my spine
Each time I'm crossing a turbulent zone
increasing the tension to a new baseline
The memory of this sentiment ever pulls me towards those regions
I feel the strange attractor that activates my brain
The knowledge of intensity within the twirling maelstrom
fuels my inspiration and carries me away
across the border - into the mirror world- a journey of all senses
To immerse into the ocean
Leaving behind the fail safe point
Go far beyond all comprehension
No standard left to be applied
Now - into the spaces - the power of mental force
beyond the chains of reason we'll be
out into the universal - timeless spirit - realise
the book of knowledge be re-written
and all our fortunes will be merging
The Hostile Sea
All through the sieve of time
chosen like crystal islands of
stability - waiting for rain to fall
dissolving all ingredients
mingling again
All by the secret code
all life is interwoven
twirling around - endlessly - by the sea
through the microcosmic veins
of the living world
Wait, there's something unclear
the point of origin seems so randomly determined
All deductions I can make
will just lead again to the ultimate starting point
Restricted by reception tools
incapable of looking further
All intuitive approach is fooled
no equivalent experience
The everlasting attempt to catch a glimpse of what's
behind the door, beneath the floor
The illusion of an understandability
of the inconceivable
Restricted by reception tools
incapable of looking further
All intuitive approach is fooled
no equivalent experience
A further step approaching eternity
cracking the foundation down beneath my feet
everything floats - I'm drifting on ice
cutting the rope - guarding the slope
It's the eternal fight
it's the eternal challenge
all of our time
struggling the entropy
populating niches left in an hostile sea