Maps of Revenge and Forgiveness

by inFictions

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Maps of Revenge and Forgiveness is the debut album by inFictions. Produced over a 3 year period in Sheffield, UK, the album features contributions from 8 different drummers and a host of other musicians, arrangers, engineers and studios.

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released 20 February 2012
Produced by inFictions with production and engineering support from Dave Sanderson, Paul Harris, John Sephton, James Fosberry, Graeme Atkinson, Alan Smyth and Brian Gray. Mastered by Eric James at Philosopher’s Barn Mastering.

Special Thanks to Sam Jones, Hannah Browne, Alistair Beverley, Cameron Beverley, Annie Rushworth, Ben Eckersley, Bernadette Dales, Lucy Wallace, Anna Haigh. Becki Mancey, Liz Hanks, Adam Follett, Fictional Future, Marcus Cave, Cristina Simcea and so many other people who've offered their support over the last few years in the form of gigs, reviews, promotion etc.

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inFictions are inside your spines, having been there since you were a child. They are waiting patiently for you to ... more experience an existential blockage (of one kind or another), at which point they will be drawn to the surface of your skin, resulting in a trembling sensation and a degree of confusion and emotional uncertainty. Do not adjust your antenae. less

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Track Name: This Road Leads to the Village of Informers
These stones haunt the ground.
These walls, built to surround us all.
These roads we find
Must lead us out to a place in the open.

This maze has no end,
No thread to guide us home again.
These roads confound.
These signs that lead us away from the village of informers can’t be changed.

We’re already there.
We found you.
Track Name: Frozen River
A frozen river flows through this town
And deep beneath the ice, you sleep alone.

All of these values, shamed and defiled.
“How could you leave me here?” You sigh.

As lights surround you,
You decide that now is not your time.

Freed from the water, consciousness reclaimed.
A prisoner of his sins, he now awaits.

Tracked and uncovered, knives are sharpening.
The only way it can end is how it begins.

As lights surround him,
You decide that now is not his time.

And so
(Tell me the selfless things you’ve done)
The consequence of
(Tell me the lies, the sins, they’re gone)
These crimes
(Tell me the innocent fears you held)
Is they’re never ending, never ending.

You’re only the fading light.
You’re a parasite with a taste for lies.
You’re the schemer and the water and the ice.

The only way it can end is how it begins.
Track Name: 1st Intersection
It is time to move along.
Take a hint and settle up.
All these lines that intersect
Are forever in the red.

What chases us?
When the futurists are gone?
What guides their hand?
The future won’t be long.
Lines that intersect
Are forever in the red.
Track Name: Line Drawings
Erases everything,
Even the stroke of the pen, of the sword.
Confuses everyone
Enough to prevent a descent now adjourned.
Makes room for constellations as
Satellites start to fall from the sky.
Makes time for making time
And turns back the clocks and their scratches and lines.
You know,
As satellites start to fall from the sky,
It grows,
Consuming the ground and just leaving a line.
Everyone waits on the brighter of the sides.
Reversed a deicide.
Banishment comes at the strangest of hours.
Corrected everything,
But the ivory towers are the banishing towers.
You know,
As satellites start to fall from the sky,
It grows,
Consuming the ground and just leaving a line.
Everyone waits on the brighter of the sides.
Takes a lot to know,
to find a home
for these ideas….
You know,
As satellites start to fall from the sky,
It grows,
Consuming the ground and just leaving a line.
Everyone waits on the brighter of the sides.
Takes a lot to know,
to find a home
for these ideas.
Just as some of us begin
To find a home,
These big ideas…
Are gone.
Track Name: Laughter Track
I am an architect’s son.
(A stain upon this hallowed name).
A comedian
Laughing alone in the dark.

We are a scientist’s child…
(An accident).
On a beaten track.
(Advised to take a beaten track).
Laughing alone in the dark.

Just as I start to hallucinate
Time and again, I hesitate.
Just as I’m learning to concentrate,
All that I built disintegrates.

An unmistakable sound
(Communicates)
This laughter track
(The missing piece)
This expertise
(It doesn’t cease).

How could an architect regenerate
(in such a way?)
An irony
(Hilarity)
Disparity
It flows through me.
Time and again, I hesitate.
Just as I’m learning to concentrate,
All that I built disintegrates.
Track Name: Orchards
As I drag the lake, it drains away.
And to drain the lake reveals a maze.
Could you learn that your mistakes are our mistakes?

Why should I stop myself, as if it means so much?
Why should I hold a light to you?

Why should I stop myself, as if it means so much?
Why should I hold a light to you?

And the white of the orchard soon fades.
(Why must I drain the lake to find a maze?)
And is replaced by the rivers and lakes.
(Why should I drag the lake to find a maze?)
And the requests and the laws are all mistakes.
(When do you learn that our mistakes are your mistakes?)

This is just the ending, the beginning will emerge in time.
Track Name: The Silence of the Sea
Too late.
This is
The turn of the wave,
Where all things change,
And silence reigns.

Too late.
Just wait for the nameless,
The faceless ones
To seal all fate.
This fear’s innate.

Too long,
have they accepted that
Some control
And some are controlled
And it’s all we can know.

Too long,
To have been part of this
Complacency
And this silence
Of the sea.

Black the windows and the street lights
Turn the photographs around
The sound of thunder in my house.

Too late
They realise
That consciousness
Is no more than lies
But it’s all we can know.

Too long,
To have been part of this
Complacency
And this silence
Of the sea.
Track Name: The Cell
Who’s alive?
Descendants of a fertile sand
Adrift from the land.
Once alive,
The vessel soon becomes a cell,
A cavern, a well.

You’re still alive in a darkened cell.
Chances are
You’ll remain
Kicking at the walls ’til the end of days.

Who’s concerned?
Descendants of a fragile mind
All riddled with signs
Of innocence,
The longing for experience,
The latent end.

You’re still alive in a darkened cell.
Chances are
You’ll remain
Kicking at the walls til the end of days.

Listening now,
Taking time to concentrate,
Encapsulates
A single grain
A single grain of all that sand
Safe in these hands.

Chances are
Running dry.
You’re still stuck in a open cell.
Chances are
You’ll remain
Kicking at the walls til the end of days.
Track Name: The Ghost of Some Old Sin
This must be some kind of old sinner’s way.
(Who are you? Make a sound. Who are you?)
This must be the ghost of some old sin.

Lead me to safety again.
Lead me away.

The space between these walls…
(Who are you? Make a sound. Who are you?)
…can’t be reached by these holes.
Has no one tried to clip your wings?

Lead me to safety again.
Lead me away.

Arise. Arise now.
You are renewed now.

As I hide myself away
I turn my face to the flames

I can’t see where you’re going.
Don’t know where I have been.
Do away with your rationale.
Track Name: Figurines
Looking away, she holds my gaze.
How closed this mind.
Turning away, she reverberates,
In time, through time.

Sounds and the seasons have aged
Like figurines kept only for now.
Signs of a seasonal change
Are messages we can’t ever leave to chance.

Drawing a line through all those hours.
How closed they are.
Take them away, those fights, those files
Of lives before.

Sounds and the seasons have aged
Like figurines kept only for now.
Signs of a seasonal change
Are messages we can’t ever leave to chance.

And we’ll never leave.

Somewhere to hide things from time
Goes some way to hiding the cold fear
That sometimes she dances to see me
And sometimes she dances to be seen.

What are the selfless things you’ve done?
What were the innocent fears you held?
You can’t wipe the smile from my face.
I’ll be safe and warm inside this maze.
Track Name: The Silence of the Sea (Demo Version)
Too late.
This is
The turn of the wave,
Where all things change.
And silence reigns.

Too late.
Just wait for the nameless,
The faceless ones
To seal all fate.
This fear's innate.

Too long,
have they accepted that
Some control
And some are controlled
and it's all we can know.

Too long,
to have been part of this
complacency
And this silence
of the sea.

Black the windows and the street lights.
Turn the photographs around.
A sound of thunder in my house.

Too late
They realise
That consciousness
Is no more than lies
But it's all we can know.

Too long,
to have been part of this
complacency
And this silence
of the sea.