by Cicadan

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Recorded from the southern Autumn Equinox through to the Winter Solstice of MMXII, inspired by the northern forests of Victoria, Australia.


released July 30, 2012




Cicadan Cobram, Australia

Cicadan is the sonic manifestation of a world largely lost.

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Track Name: Day
Diurnal flame licks sunburnt wood.
Insects conduct a cacophonous drone.
Architects of web, nest and cave.
Instinctual dances of avid spirits.

Eucalypts exhale through trembling veins of detritus.
Lungs are cleansed through roots in the undergrowth.
Healed blood flows in suffocated islands of forest.
(Thylacinus senses foul play in the air.)
Narratives of human enterprise witnessed by black lenses of an owl.

Only 4 cries are heard over the thunder.
Rains drown the voices of eternal origin,
returning role of earthly steward to those who have no say.

Indigenous ochre painted across the land,
ignored, washed away, modernity instead served cold.
Track Name: Dusk
Dim light of the estranged, a colossal end, a silent rebirth.

Shimmering from the canopy, silent eyes of anticipation.
Sliding through the soil, hardened plates of ancient coil.
The drone is ever quietened by encroaching dark and cloud.
Sine waves grind and zephyrs vibrate, wood and stone is mould.

Screams of an infant, pierce and blind guilt.
Imposition of a celestial limbo, inescapable, ungraspable (eternal).

Lucidity of the unknown, marks acceptance of mortality.
Decisions, power, consequence... malicious burdens of hierarchy.

(Ask not why we are here, but why we are still here.)

Violence, aggression, fear, all calmed by Gaia,
let the cosmic event continue.
Track Name: Night (Dendronic Pessimism)
Southern constellations follow celestial ritual.
Encroaching darkness has extinguished flickering flame.
Animal echoes of day's willingness to die,
are met with melancholy from homo sapien

Chaos ferments amongst a wort of delirium.
Calls of a sweet goddess force a psychotic stumble for clarity.
Only sound permeates leaves of this forest,
for the moon's guidance is in the North this night.

(Fear of the unknown manifest in confusion,
even the termite stays shielded in it's spire.)