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Congregation of Vapours

by Ratatosk

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1.
Why is the land frozen? Why has the thaw not come? We didn’t need another winter so soon. We can't afford sentimentality, we have to survive and live what is left. Eighteen hundred and froze to death. A fragment cloud of tephra erupting from Mount Tambora. Our bright sun was extinguished. What was created sticks in the mind, not what was lost; the modern prometheus will attest. Eighteen hundred and froze to death. We can’t keep on in this way. We don’t know where to go, but still we are going. We all decline in a poverty year, yet we survive; to hell with the rest. Eighteen hundred and froze to death.
2.
Angry and confused, like a wasp in the rain. Trying not to lose and awaiting failure. I'm a real drop, a drop in the ocean, swept away on the ebbing tide. When you're done with me, as far as I can see I won't love again. Lost and disaffected, like a fox in an environment that’s alien to foxes. Things familiar always fade away. It’s a living gain and studied resentment, unbelonging to a small world at large. Every single day, In every single way, I am getting worse; living your best curse.
3.
There is a shadow on the life that we chose, past fascinations are now in repose. Less than a year and a complete fail. Here comes the hammer into the nail. The harvest failed - it rained too much again. Holding on for no reason why, murder the barley, the wheat and the rye. Promised a golden, received a stone age. Here comes the anguish, here comes the rage. The harvest failed - it didn't rain enough (is enough).
4.
Yr Angof 06:54
Dwi'n teimlo’r absenoldeb bodoli yn fy nghroen. O’n i eisiau trio gwneud peth syfrdanol. Mae’r drych llawn o gasineb, amherffaith yn ei le. Rwy methu wneud gwahaniaeth. Mae fy ngwaed a chwys methu achub unrhywbeth. Neges anobeithiol - gweiddi PAID ANGHOFIO FY YMDRECHION.
5.
Cwmtydu 01:44
6.
It's an illusion, you can never go back.
7.
Halting Time 07:13
There is not a feeling of control. We just grow old feeling that the worst is still to come. And it never feels to me we know what we see, and so it all’s begun to take a toll on us. Travelling a slow decline, moving place and halting time. Somewhere that we’ve never been before. But it’s so familiar. Visions into theatre, watching as it all turns into stone. Watch the sun go down behind the sea, touch the breeze knowing that the worst is still to come. Dreaming of a time when we will know all there is to know; but knowledge won’t become a sudden miracle.
8.
Genfigennus, pawb yn ei le. Pryd bydd yr amser cywir? Dal i methu achub fy hun, mae yna diffyg cariad. Amser cofio’r gorffennol - yr holl beth uffernol. Gobaith yw i’r ifanc. Byddai byth yn dianc.
9.
Past the misty moor and it’s strange allure. We’ve been here before in forgotten times. Hear an unknown song that does not belong in our current time; it sounds familiar. All the many moons are falling to the sea, maybe it is just a fantasy? Empty ruins we once ran through. A black thread runs through it all. "Not really now not any more”. I nearly understood, I nearly understood. All the many moons are falling to the sea, maybe it is just a fantasy?
10.
Asclepius II 02:26

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Ratatosk returns after a quiet few years with Congregation of Vapours, exploring themes of alienation, disconnection, decline, memory and wasps. He thinks the songs possess a wry sense of humour, but that’s probably debatable (this is him writing in the third person, of which he is not a fan. He thinks he'll switch to the first person now.)

This took years to make. Not because I worked every available second, but because I lost heart and gave up several times. Life kept getting in the way. So did other things. But frankly I'd rather release music than not release music, so here it is.

The first song for this album was written after the 2015 general election result. The second was after the Brexit referendum result in 2016. They're not about those things any more. I'm not very good at writing angry songs. I don't have the temperament for it, despite being angry at myself a lot of the time.

There are many imperfections. They bothered me. Imperfections don't bother me in music by other people; in fact I quite like them. I decided it was silly to be bothered, so I ignore the imperfections now. That's probably the best way to live.

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released March 10, 2019

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