@ALBUM: Nothingface Artist: Voivod 1989 MCA/Mechanic Records Produced by Glen Robinson All selections by Voivod unless noted. Personnel: Denis Belanger: Vocals Denis D'Amour: Guitars Michel Langevin: Drums Jean-Yves Theriault: Bass ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ @SONG: The Unknown Knows On this train Will it always rain? Try to analyze This led venture Songless sky, digital bug-eye Octogonal seams so much clearer Indiscrete, status incomplete To provide me with Something better Things come and go This world is droll All that I know The Unknown knows Talk to me you flying shadows Wandering into the ozone stew Keep your myths from the embryos Who would misconstrue Anything new An outright official fiasco Can you shiled me >From the drastic truth Times come and go How dull the flow All that I hope The Unknown knows Have some sign come to me That I am in their league Back down to reality Look about, response is wanting Events are carefully on display Common sense, a gift, is given But mystic mistakes are never made Suspecting premature daydreams I surrender to ritual grey I come and go Endless approach I must be close The Unknown knows Why all this commotion now? Stop...wait I wish I knew the one who knows Yesterday will come With tomorrow's sun And merry-go-round Stuck on muddy ground Nineteen yelping fools Half-wits spouting drool Half of which have some The others have none I knew all along ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ @SONG: Nothingface May I? May I? Valves plugs pump to erase Rictus from my face Lapse of time Synchro freeze Loop rewind Forward speed Will to walk Crossed out feet Fingers tall Far from reach Mind to talk Still words bleed Optic box Melted through Sonic shock Silent clue Drop by drop Drain-out tube I hope, I need I want to dream Cold choke choke cold I float unseen Outside the screen Cold choke choke cold A wish, extreme Awaiting the stream ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ @SONG: Astronomy Domine (Syd Barrett) Lime and limpid green The second scene The fights between The blue you once knew Floating down The sound resounds Around the icy Water underground Jupiter and Saturn Oberon there on the run Titanian, Neptune, Titan Stars get frighten Winding signs flap Flicker flicker flicker flap Pow! Stairways scared And death rules there Blindman limpid Green the sound Surrounds the icy water on the Lime and limpid green the sound Surrounds the icy Waters underground ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ @SONG: Missing Sequences Sleeping sky Winding walk Breezing by Ravaged rock Swarming locust-land Spiders spinning sand Grubbing enterprise No time to reply Down, down Far underground Prime spot Sound, sound Ten thousand mounds Live-stock Stupendous flaking fume Tremendous dancing doom Smoke stack spill Momentous reeking ooze Enormous creaking crew Vapour-ville Neuro-link dementing Limbo-Inc. Amnesia I did, I didn't know I think, I should go, go! Bio-atrophy Doxite double-wind Forgetful retry Aphasic clouded cult Synaptic planet pulse Lost engram Ellusive mythic doubt Reactive spastic pause Dis-programmed Which was right Who knows when Where was that? Do I know how Where to go now Mother lose out ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ @SONG: X-Ray Mirror Tunnel seems so long Touching the bottom A slim reflexion Punctured my vision I didn't notice Beside the last door Standing on nothing There was a mirror Even inside...scrutinized I am, he is, the face I hate Refracting cells and prismed self Who's x who's y in a blank place I can't believe this is my image Like the mirror without a frame Baring a scarred side Open in daylight Recoil and reply Farside of my pride The introspection Ruptures the blood core Magnification Draws out the mirror Seeking me out What will he find? I am, he is, a repugnant state I can't shake this curiosity My privacy starts to fade I can't believe this is my image Like the mirror A polar exchange He gloating over my fleeting image He used to be me He knows who is free How long will I wait...here Stuck in this void place...here I can't believe I am the immage Within the mirror Into the chrome lake The glass is broken But I look the same ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ @SONG: Inner Combustion Crucible heats up Arsening, mercury And acid concoct Hermetic theory Hydrogen vapours Exclusion principle It's never over For ever practical And I try Throughout time Any rite For the sign Light rebounds Pure neon I surround All am I, I am all Fluorescent light Pellucid mineral Essential dogma Excludes the logical Immobile centre One, two, three for nothing Projection ponder Under a raven's wing Catalyst fusion Inner combustion A transmutation For I am all ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ @SONG: Pre-Ignition Hey you Tell me, what's your call name Closed negative display Engaged on section three The acrid factories You Putrid perfect product Proper platinum parts Proficient prototypes Steadily spew from these pipes Are you Generated by waste Arid quarry displaced Environmental squeeze Aluminum disease You Conscious of origin Intent is in the wind Atmosphere infected Descendants defected Are you Novel stroke of design Or relics from this mine Casually choke Noxious nourishment Embodied illicit cure Ground and rock and sand Come crumble tumble down Grinding round The hydraulic wheel Extraction The ultimate greed Now...hidden from view Surveying stable shifts A feeble groove Unintentional split Then they return to work As if they're not disturbed Cybernetic beings Omniscent regiment Thriving with vigor Incessant loom An assumed order Auspicious tool Franticly flow Spumous sediment Remedied, neurotic fuse Ground and rock and sand Come crumble tumble down Yonder sound an echoing gong Disjunction Of their disowned gods Now...some are set free Emotions flood their gaze Synthetic breed The pre-ignition phase Pre-ignition Flares up in you Pre-ignition Provokes me too ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ @SONG: Into My Hypercube In my backyard Sounds turn around Down fall apart In my playground In my dome on my own A locked throught in a closet Splinter moves, cracking moans Dank angles in the attic Sixth sense stockpiled In the cellar And the ladder is broken Memories sleep in dust This shelter is doubtful Blind windows, flat eyes Stitched tight into time Til I rise unbound Transient illusion Clairvoyant suspension Translucid condition Principal connection Rise high, rise higher Shing shallow spirit shadows Tumult in the dark Telestrobic heart Murmur of the muse Whispering amused Fulfilling this square Circled in my lair Am I not awake This ever forever Perhaps faulty premonition Perhaps this doesn't change anything But for certain I will be hanging around Nether falling Wisdom's dipping Spiral stairway Logic's dripping Silent squeeze, shrinking scene This remains my domain Grave intrigue, I'm relieved All these stains left unnamed Grinches snicker, sneer at he Like grinning Cheshire cats Running amuck, mad, crazy This cuboid upside down cell ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ @SONG: Sub-Effect The one go down is alive It is part of my flight The one inside makes a sign And keeps an eye to the light I sense panic overboard Obscure, viscid sprawling fog I hear a sonar rumour That says I'm far from the shore How I am stricken with non-emotion It crawls up above Persicopic cognition WHere it strives to dwell In abnormal contortion I navigate in my maze Investigate to be safe safe safe Across the ocean Of sheer compromise There is no matrix Not even a guide The last wave of sanity Rolls over my frequency Skyline under water field The depths above the high seas A twilight house keeper Dim-on dim-off now A concrete cyclops Blinking down his dull eye Does this code signal Something somewhere somehow? Why me? It goes on and on and on Please no Too late for S.O.S. Mute island, fish-eye view Circling the border line No resource, no rescue I'm stranded, I'm otherwise The error is perfect Like this sub-effect Of my mind...my mind ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------ Eric Wincentsen 267@ef.gc.maricopa.edu Glendale Community College Glendale, Arizona "Let's get the baby high!!"