InfraWarrior

by Monica Richards

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Crystal (Grimella Blackrose) "A Good Thing" helps me with my social anxiety. Favorite track: A Good Thing.
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TimTTT This is dark, passionate & erotic. Favorite track: Sedna.
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For The Bats Gorgeous from start to finish. Songs written with an attachment to nature and to the inner spirit. Lovely vocals as always. Could listen to this over and over. Favorite track: Death is the Ultimate Woman.
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1.
Gaia 03:24
If we turn from Life, we have only Death. From the minute we humans started building fires to cook our food, we have been aware that we must revere the source of our lives and all life on this planet. And we have named that source "Mother of Life". She is kind, sometimes cruel, always indifferent to sacrifice exept for those who came in their time - fertility rites, the celebration of birth, of the new year, thanks for the harvest. But she is capricious and aloof. Her manifestations: Serene, Ferocious, Willful, Cruel, Wise, Lustful, Mysterious, Wanton, Loyal, Scheming, Jealous, Cool, Greedy, Dreaming. She responds to arrogance by witholding her favors and sometimes by destruction. Her weapons are overwhelming, myriad, awesome: Winds, Water, Lightning, Fire, Ice, Heat, Earthquake and Tidalwave. If we worship and revere male gods, we ignore Gaia's ultimate power over us. Turn from the Goddess of Life, and there is only Death. Turn form the Mother of Life, and there is only Death.
2.
I Am Warrior 03:30
3.
Is this a new Dark Age? Are these the blackest days? All fell to regret. Do you have nothing to say? While they ignore the Modern Slave? All fell to regret. Horror at the hands of elders breeds a new crop of monsters The soulless profit-makers. In the name of their Savior. The Patriarch Conspiracy sold me off for pennies All world religions united to keep the women obliging Wondering the brothelways we scream through nights and sleep the daze They cage us like tigers to use for their desires. Sell and trade us like a drug that can be used again and again. Predator trained as prey. Socialized to be meek and obedient. The anger in woman is dangerous. Traditional Values, the modern passive Witch Hunt. A fifties fabrication that never existed Repressed Fundamentalist seeks a sicker decadence Am I the mother of Harlots - the younger the better Now self-esteemless Glamour tarts flaunt their sexuality In the name of Girl Power, They'll lose the fight forever. Selling and trading themselves to the game again and again. Is this a new Dark Age? Are these the blackest days? All fell to regret. Is this a new Dark Age? While they strip your freedoms away? Had I been born in the wrong time In the wrong place My music would be dead My words would fall mute My art burned from my fingers And I would have lived and died at the hands of scoundrels and idiots How many like me are there With spirits aflame like mine Their hearts, their minds, their souls Gone like a whisper in the storm.
4.
In Answer 07:52
In Answer... I'll speak the truth though it may be hard to hear it That part of me, that lythe and fierce spirit Made prisoner yet molded in my image Choose, Fate, choose: Mother or Lover, Muse or Martyr Tenderest to those who won't own me Singing on for another generation Traded for a life turned upside-down. I can no longer be the captured Symbol The personal Siren shining like freedom Stalked by silent unforgiving reflections Choose, Fate, choose: Lover or Martyr, Muse or Mother My head full of heat from one hour's sleep Lost in the shine of the moment. In this moment - there is love, And nothing but this moment matters. And I touch all the eyes that know who I am and where we began. Desiring to save, resigned to their delusions, Attracting their secrets and deepest wishes, Imagine the taste of a heart bled to dust. Choose, Sister, choose: Mother or Lover, Muse or Martyr Numb to talons in my creations From which unknown imaginations Expect the Song to be the Human. I can no longer be the captured Symbol Conjuring their embrace and feverish whispers Repeating Youth's passions and locked-lust nightmares Choose, Sister, choose: Mother or Martyr, Muse or Lover My head full of heat from one hour's sleep. Found in the shine of the moment. In this moment - there is love, And nothing but this moment matters. As I take them all to a place where everything makes sense again. ---- And all those that agree. And all those if they please. Can bring themselves to love. And lay their hands upon me. And lay their hands upon me.
5.
Into My Own 06:38
I'm not young I'm not old I've come into my own I'm not old I'm not young I've come into my own I have eyes beneath seduction, A face that beckons shadows, The moment sparks. I cast my eyes inward and flow. I've found my home. The moment stops. I cast my eyes inward and flow. Take away the pen and the page. Strip it down to just timber and stone Something's coming our way. I'm here in this world with you. The moment sparks. I cast my eyes inward and flow. Take away the song and the stage Strip it down to the hair and the bone Something's coming our way. I'm here in this world with you. Something's coming our way. Take away the song and the stage. Rip away the pen from the page. Tear down the stigma of age. Something is coming our way Take away the song and the stage. Rip away the pen from the page. Separate the art from the rage. Something is coming our way
6.
My Doom is that of the Antler King... I will be born. I will be nurtured. I will be desired. I will be defeated.
7.
Sedna 09:24
From the corner of your eye, I may say I am with you. Above the heads that look upward in disbelief. I connect, disconnect, emote, reappear. I don’t need to be known by the Universe. I travel moment by moment - a star to every sky, And We may answer any question put - Like a vessel to the field of Knowledge I was there and there And now over here. I was there and there And now over here. Pulsing in the heartbeats of populations The fluttering of a thousand wings... The trampling of a thousand hoofbeats... The turning of a thousand heads... The silky silence of flowing water... Seamen may have heard until they turned their heads to look... To see into the vast open endless answer. I am with you. I am with you. What is it and why is it that this is what we all desperately need: Home. A place to rest, lay down our head. Not knowing why but promised some reward - in the end. A strange Maternal process. The spell is neither Word nor Deed alone, it merely is. A strange Maternal process. Tears hot on my cheeks know no limits of feeling or time, The sirens gone and the rivers dried up. The invention of gunpowder compressed - Spark! The silent feline not acknowledging the mirror. A Fever - Love. Brightest when misunderstood. The answer to a question felt but unheard. Mother is the most important word. Mother is the most important word. Mother is the most important word. Mother is the most important word.
8.
The Hunt 06:36
The story is ancient... I could speak of Love as if it had never before been discovered... For to fall in love is to walk through a Golden Doorway To see sights that were once listless and dull Glow with Life. To feel a Fire only known by those New creatures at the next level of evolution... Yet the story is ancient... In every culture, there is the tale of a fabulous Creature That disappears in forests, And a Young Man hunts with an Aimless arrow, or spear, ... A bird is then wounded - Or a deer, wounded - Or A tiger, shot with arrow and wounded - And as he runs to wear he shot the creature, Instead, there lies a woman... And I lay there, my heart ripped open. The Desperation! The ability to suddenly forsake all earlier convictions - To see now the meaninglessness of life's little demands - To let go of physical need and cast off material comforts - To be sick with Love, to shed a third, seventh, or ninth skin - To awaken the Sleeper - The creature within that rages each night Separated from its glowing, raging source of life - To love as such, to be sick with Love, Its black clouds gripping the hills of the high deserts Like a dragon breathing smoke and fire - Some seek only this And fall to a living death when it collapses. Or is this is the intention?
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10.
You wish to speak with me Tell me your dreams Then strangle me with your bare hands That consuming confession to the ultimate woman Hidden in the hills and caverns Her spirit kept within herself. Mysteries within her that blind the killer. Ha! Here I am! Death is the Ultimate Woman Show your most hidden face Sleep wretched in her embrace 10 steps behind and eyes to the ground Walks the ultimate woman Lead her to your tiresome awkward secret desires The idea of Her no woman can live up to. Ask Her to forgive you. Then let her bury you. 10 steps behind and eyes to the ground True Mistress of the Elite Loser executioner. The murderer ultimately belongs to Her. 10 steps behind and sinking within Melts the ultimate woman Her language murky, simmered - like a mirror image in black water A secret tongue A slur of laughter and knowing Did you think you could simply hide her in forests? In shallow graves? Her body filled gloom-lit to feed the flimsy egos of men? Treat her as flesh that could belong to a man? Ha! Here I am! You will die by her own Weakness To keep you at her breast...
11.
The Turnaway 06:56
I couldn't look to see her face I dared not look - I just couldn't But only rested my eyes on the shadow behind her as we made our way. Sailors may have heard and turned their heads to look At the vast open endless answer. She says "I am with you." Maybe that's true... Two silhouettes on the sand, the sun shining brightly behind us. It was morning And with her heart she looked at me It seemed she was about to speak of better times... I dreamed she did speak to me, you see Here I am and that's enough for now Then the memory of her shadow turning In tunnel vision like a silent home movie Playing and repeating Her shade spinning growing past her feminine shape - A wave of hand on this rotation a quiet laugh on that The profile for a moment, her shadow rising like a bird Its wings stretching - the shape shifting - the tossing of her hair Like a mare free and prancing The moment played and replayed While I stared transfixed dizzy She flickered and I couldn' t remember exactly who she was or who she had been I will see her again This is what it's like when someone you love has gone And you hope to see them in dreams Though you never remember all you want to say... It's always that way. She said "I am with you." That's enough for now. I will see you again...
12.
A Good Thing 06:29
There's something strange about you But that's a good thing What they don't know about you I can see And when no one is around I know you're magic You speak to animals And they understand I was you I was there It feels like lifetimes ago When there was music in my head that no one else could hear There's something strange about you But that's a good thing What they don't know about you Is their loss And when they laugh at you Make you feel worthless in your own skin They don't know you're going to do some amazing things You are me You are here It feels like ages from now When your strangeness turns to strength And it all becomes so clear Everyone is lost until their heart is found Everyone feels weak Everyone breaks down Everyone needs love and a place to call their own Everyone is tired Everyone feels totally alone There's something strange about you But that's a good thing What they don't know about you I can see They say we're the strange ones, but we are the lucky ones We grew up stringer, we grew knowing What the others take a lifetime to understand There's nothing strange about us at all Everyone is lost until their heart is found Everyone feels weak Everyone breaks down Everyone needs love and a place to call their own Everyone must know That no one is alone

about

This is a 12-track version, missing 2 Cover Songs as Bandcamp does not allow them to be uploaded. I have made the actual CD available, should you wish to purchase the complete album.

"Much of what the Warrior knows she cannot tell, so she tells a little of everything in many places, scattering her knowledge so it is known by no one but is spoken of everywhere."
- Bill Mollison

credits

released October 31, 2007

CHAD BLINMAN
Drums on "Into My Own"
Recorded @ The Eyesocket, Venice, CA

CURSE
Percussion on "Fell To Regret"

WILLIAM FAITH
Bass on "Fell To Regret", "A Good Thing", "Into My Own"
Guitars on "In Answer", "Into My Own", "A Good Thing"
Percussion on "Gaia", "I Am Warrior", "Fell To Regret", "In Answer", "Into My Own", "Death..." and "A Good Thing"

MATT HOWDEN
Violins on "Fell To Regret"
Recorded @ Redroom Studio, Sheffield, England

JARBOE
Sea Goddess Voice on "Sedna"
Recorded by Mosquito @ Blurred Wren Studio, GA

KAMBRIEL
Arabic Violin on "Fell To Regret"

kaRIN
Siren Vocals on "In Answer"
Recorded by Statik @ Noiseplus Music, N. Hollywood, CA

LUSTMORD
Music for "The Hunt"
Produced by B. Lustmord at Vaultworks

BETSY MARTIN
Guest Vocals & Fellow Strangeling on "A Good Thing"
Recorded by Kevin Kipnis @ Boxfullakitties Studio, N. Hollywood, CA

PAUL MERCER
Violins & Violas on "Sedna", "Into My Own" & "The Turnaway"
Recorded by Bruce Bennett @ Bruce Bennett Studios, Atlanta, GA

FRED 'FREAK' SMITH
Heavy Guitars on "Into My Own"

DAVIS PETTERSON
Percussion on "Sedna", "Into My Own" & "The Turnaway"
Recorded by Bruce Bennett @ Bruce Bennett Studios, Atlanta, GA

MARZIA RANGEL
Cellos on "In Answer", "Fell To Regret", "Sedna" & "Into My Own"

LLOYD RICHARDS
Spoken Word on "Gaia"

MaLGORZATA D. WACHT
Recorded by Brian Hunter @ The Mousetrap Recording Studio, Denver, CO
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Recorded & Produced by William Faith
Additonal Programming/Instrumentation by William Faith
All Music Recorded @ Wisperthal Studio, Los Angeles, CA
Except for specified Special Guest credits

Mixed by Chad Blinman
Additonal Programming by Chad Blinman
@ The Eyesocket, Venice, CA

Mastered by Joe Gastwirt
@ Joe Gastwirt Mastering, Oak Park, CA

All Music & Lyrics by Monica Richards
© & p Elyrian Music/BMI - 2006
Except:
Words for "Gaia" - Lloyd Richards
Music for "The Hunt" - Lustmord (B. Lustmord - BMI)
"We Are the One" - Houston/Ingraham/O'Brien/Wilsey
Lyrics to "Like Animals" - Leslie Bricusse (Hastings Music Corp. - BMI)

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Monica Richards Los Angeles, California

Best known for her musical work as half of the critically acclaimed duo, Faith and the Muse, and her own solo releases, Monica is a composer, writer and artist living near Los Angeles.

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