Caitlyn Bailey - Lizards Have Personalities - Orion Pax - Viceversa Split

by Caitlyn Bailey

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Caitlyn Bailey's side from the 4-way split
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1. Lizards Have Personalities - The Doppler Effect
2. Lizards Have Personalities - Der tunkel sterne der birget sich...
3. Lizards Have Personalities - The Sky Has Rotted: It Won't Be Long For Any of Us.
4. Orion Pax - Awarewolf
5. Orion Pax - And Then I Tricked Her...
6. Orion Pax - The Spectacle and The Charlatan
7. viceversa - En nat på tredive dage
8. viceversa - A Violent trend
9. viceversa - Evigt Alene
10. viceversa - Retrospectacle
11. Caitlyn Bailey - Hindenburg/Notes: From The Parade of Carrion Worms
12. Caitlyn Bailey - The Quiet Passing of Lights And Highways
13. Caitlyn Bailey - Circles Of Latitude


released June 21, 2011

Thanks to CMHWAK, Lizards Have Personalities, Orion Pax, and Viceversa, and Sea of Tranquility Records for making this split possible.

All music/lyrics written by Caitlyn Bailey

Artwork by Benedikt at Druckwelle Design



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Caitlyn Bailey Davao City, Philippines

Francis Regalado - vocals/samples
Mia Nakano - vocals
Raphael Pulgar - guitar/vocals
Christian Rabor - bass
Paris Bebault - drums

The band came together in the first quarter of 2007 (until 2011) with hopes of bringing something new to the Davao City music scene both musically and ideologically in the spirit of mid-90s and early 00s emotive hardcore.
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Track Name: Hindenburg/Notes From the Parade of Carrion Worms

[Francis and Mia]
When we fall, we all fall together; when we fall, we all fall apart.
Smoke churns in our lungs with the smell of decay as the funeral pyre burns,
crashing onto our knees and clawing up to the sky; crying out for the feeling of shelter.
What I once cared for is now burning to ashes and I bury my face in my hands.
I'll be damned if we live through this.
My dirigible heart in tow until this ends, I'll ruin this whole city when I crash.
Blood by blood and through the hands of a loved one, we all fall apart.

Notes From The Parade of Carrion Worms

The tides from the sea of charybdis swell up to consume the empire's lonely vessels as the eye strikes where wheels come and splinter into sails.
"Our chariots are treading water!", scream the slave-seafarers.
Circles split within circles, teeth into the sea; they rise into the aether, where blood and ampersands breathe.
Tread water; carrion worms.

We’re all fading lines penned on seamless patterns, trudging on dead metaphors.
Relying on nothing but slivers of dissipated narratives.
We can only thrive in soliloquies consigned to oblivion.
It’s brewing beneath the surface, the darkest of all the swamps.
The calm waters remaining very still, running dry.
And at the behest of forked-tongues,
I sail forth the oceanic grave on a dejected conquest for an open-ended absolution.
Track Name: The Quiet Passing of Lights and Highways
With yearning, time resonates with the dissonant ends of half-formed sentences;
mute and incongruent, smoke signals still line the paths I take.
Hands to the window, the days keep passing me by; transient shadows form black contrails behind me.
Station to station, there is life in the absence of warmth and compassion in each quiet passing.
Highway to highway, streetlight to streetlight, I linger on through an endless dawn.
This is a life whose freedom is the price I pay; a being in time, a being in nothing, a being whose soul flees in transit.
I lost my soul in the morning commute, I followed its traces; this all leads back to you.
You and I, we still resonate with the ends of half-formed sentences.

I have painted the spectrum in black and white.
With feeble fingers I stagger, remembering every stroke,
Evoking every image as I drift away to a thousand miles of dissension - entranced by a definitive slumber.
Saturated with longstanding escapades, we share this tangible cruelty.
Circumventing as the lights pass through the multitudes.
And with condescending approval, the spectators shall spew out bitter tales of the beginning.
We will keep on breaking and burning, ‘cause we’ve never been the same.
Every second is a riveting picture of what’s left for us to offer.
Amidst wakefulness and sleep I march down to a lucid state of an unwelcoming descent to sanity.
As I claw my way out, clarity approaches and I begin to understand that I belong here,
in this place of nothingness and existence.
I am the void that creates what I destroy. There and back again.
Track Name: Circles of Latitude
The view from this lonesome window hasn't changed much since you left.
With the crossing of calendar days seeing to every inch of this splendor,
It lingers on, untouched by all but the thinnest strands of borrowed time; beautifully still and endlessly so.
I've been keeping the doors cracked in hopes of seeing you again, if only to watch you pass by from behind the gaze of weathered horizons.
With the turning of battered clock hands comes a summer that never ends, a summer that harbors no regrets and a summer who in her days will make no amends.
As timeless as you are unapologetic, you are the sun that never sets.
When all roads lead to the same place, the drive is always in circles.
Close your windows; I still know where you live and you're not so far away, at least not anymore.
The earth's circumference is all there is between us; at arm's reach from you and where you stay.
At least this friendship says so. I still believe we're best friends.

Incessant streaks of opalescent hands traversing the dusky eaves.
I am relinquishing myself to the wistful zephyrs.
Embarking on traceless sojourns, sailing with warm visions and hazy passions.
Beyond the landscape of unread letters panning across fragmented angles,
awaits a gentle rustle fettered in dead silence, where the ebb and flow of cascading midsummer imprints never sleep.
We were dreamt in places when everything was at once unfamiliar yet uncharted.
Once a faint farewell has now safely returned.
And I cling to the bed frame patterns waiting behind achromatic glows as it gives birth to blinding streams of light.
Until the eve of the seventh, I stand by these rivers weaving interchanging fates.
The silken cord has been pulled and these earthy carpets will awaken to see another day.
Only then will I ever know that I am home. And I’m home.