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Mind Trip in A Minor

by Spiral

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These are the only things you know: You woke up on a dry river bed, 7 dead bodies litter the ground, your hand is bloody and it curls tightly around a key. This is all you know. You search for days on end until finally you find a small keyhole in the trunk of a large oak. You slide the key in and turn. The oak opens and reveals an ancient cave. You step inside.

Or maybe you know this. Everything. You stare deep inside your own head until you realize that every atom is a solar system and all the living things on these planets inside your head call you god. While you are exploring the universe in your mind something moves behind you, something that smells of ancient death and ruined cities. You run blindly forward until you notice a small spot of light ahead. As you run the light pierces your eyes until you break free of the cave and fall into an endless desert.

The things you know are constantly growing with every step through the dunes. First you meet a beast that is consuming his own heart. You try to speak with him, but he is obsessed with his consumption, so you move on. As you’re leaving you notice that he looks very much like you. What feels like a thousand dunes later you meet a girl that is buried in the sand, with only a small portion of her face visible. You dig her out and she tells you that she has just been reborn. She follows you through the dunes, night after night, until finally she tells you the only way out. You must call the snake. But she gives you one important warning.

Beware the snake. He always takes half of what he gives.

The things you used to know are gone. The ritual is complete and the dunes are shaking, caving in on themselves. You stand your ground, prepared to meet your fate head on. The snake appears, his huge head blotting out the sun and plunging the desert into night. You beg the snake to release you both from the endless desert and he greedily accepts. Now it is his time to bargain. He always takes half of what he gives, and his price is the young girl. His fangs drip and the young girl gives you a sad smile. She walks, unafraid, towards the snake, and it is at that moment that you realize she has done this before. How many times has she been eaten by this snake, only to be reborn for the next person that finds themselves stuck in this evil place? How many sacrifices must she make?

You know what you must do…

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released 29 June 2012
This album was originally intended to be one long track, but due to the current state of independent music marketing on the internet we were unable to keep it in its original form. Every site (other than bandcamp) wanted to list this release as a single because it only included one track. So, after much debate, we decided to split the tracks into smaller segments. We hope that people will listen to this as it was intended, as one entire musical journey. If you purchase this album and would like a copy of the album as one track please e-mail (thecapitalinruins@gmail.com) us a screenshot of the purchase page and we will send you a copy. Thanks again and we hope you enjoy the record!

Spiral is:
Chris Walker – Lead Guitar
Aaron Frale – Guitar, Vocals
Chris Boat – Vocals, Keyboards, Bass, Guitar

Guest Artists:
Felicia Karas – Violin on track 9
Casey Mraz – Guitar on tracks 4 and 5

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Spiral would like to thank: Casey Mraz and Felicia Karas for helping us to record this record, Junko Boat for her constant musical advice, Basil Francis, Jim Russell, Keishiro Maki, and Markwin Meeuws for the constant support of our albums, and to everyone that purchases and listens to our music, without you none of this would’ve been possible.

Front cover art comes from a painting by Zdzislaw Beksinski. We want to donate 5% of the money we make on bandcamp for Mind Trip in A Minor to the Sanok History Museum to help make sure the works of Zdzislaw Beksinski are preserved for future generations but we didn't get a response to our email. If you are a representative of Sanok History Museum, please contact us so we can set that up.

All songs written by Spiral except track 4 and 5 written by Spiral and Casey Mraz, and Track 9 written by Spiral and Felicia Karas. The lyrics for Track 4 come from the Stephen Crane poem “In the Desert”. Cover art by the incomparable Zdzisław Beksiński. This album was recorded between January and May 2012 at Spiral Studio. ©2012 all rights reserved.

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Chris and Aaron, the two constant members of Spiral are desert born. They played childish games amongst dunes and cacti and now, their music breathes sand.

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Track Name: Part I – Watch My F**king Head
In the final days of the ancient snake,
you spend your time on riverbeds alone.
And in an old oak with roots exposed,
you find a small keyhole.
And seven dead bodies litter the ground,
with eyes gone pale and white.
And you’re not quite sure what you’ve done
but your bloody hands curl tightly around the key.

Now she tells me about a fucking world that I ain’t never seen.
But I have to watch myself because it’s her fucking dream.
And when I see her standing up I have to remember to
Watch my fucking head.
Track Name: Part III – Down the Rabbit Hole
He peels up his lids and rolls his eyes
until he’s staring at the roof of his skull
and the vast space is covered with galaxies,
star upon star, filled with small planets
and countless little eyes stare back down at him
begging and pleading for his help.
Every small point of light is a million eyes
That call him lord.
Lord of the night eye.
The creature that eats itself.
Killed off his kind.
Broke down his home.
Left her alone.
And he can’t even help one.
Can’t even help one.
He’s just an observer.
A man with lids peeled back.
Watching the universe die.
All within the blink of his massive eye.
Track Name: Part IV – In the Desert
(Lyrics from the Stephen Crane poem “In the Desert”)
In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said, “Is it good, friend?”
“It is bitter—bitter,” he answered;

“But I like it
“Because it is bitter,
“And because it is my heart.”
Track Name: Part V – A Face in the Sand
Nothing changes, dune after dune.
Until finally I find a small body
half buried in sand.
A young girl who tells me
she’s out here looking to die.
And she tells me she has
died a million times before.
So I wipe the sand from her face
and she asks me if she can come along.
Well I guess I could stay with you a little longer
And together will both be stronger.
But I know in the end I’ll still have to go.
And taking her was my mistake.
But if I had to do it all over again
I’d do the same damn thing.
Track Name: Part VI – Ritual of the Snake
And his vision goes black
and opens on to a new scene.
A young man pours libations
and calls his ancient name

When he opens his mouth to answer
he can only
lisp and slur
which sends spittle flying.

And each drop of saliva
changes shape
they morph into a host of animals
and surround the young man.

The lion stands for pride.
The owl holds a nightly vigil.
And the wolf delivers death.
But one young man calls the snake.
Track Name: Part VII – Half of What He Gives
And she puts her small hand in mine
to deliver her final warning.
“Beware the snake,
he always takes half of what he gives.”
Track Name: Part VIII – The Snake
Now the earth trembles
and the dunes collapse.
With every passing second
I’m getting closer to you.

And my spine pops.
My retinas burn.
As I find my way
into the light.

I heard your voice
and the songs you sang.
So I’ll answer your call
to get what is mine.

For I am the snake.
I am inside and outside
and I am everything
you fear.
Track Name: Part IX – The Way Out is the Way In
When I look into your eyes
I can see you’ve done this
many times before.

If he always takes
half of what he gives,
who will be there for you?

Maybe now it’s someone else’s Turn.

Now I feel his poison paralyze me
and I might spend the rest of my life
inside the snake.

But I wonder
where she’ll go
now that she’s free.