The Tenant

by Ludicra

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Originally released on CD by Profound Lore Records, catalog number PFL 056, and on LP by Throne Records, catalog number THRONE 06

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released 03 March 2010
recorded, mixed, and mastered between May and September 2009

produced by John Cobbett and Justin Weis at Trakworx Studio, South San Francisco, CA
engineered and mastered by Justin Weis

art and design by Ross Sewage

Ludicra:
Laurie Sue Shanaman - vocals
Christy Cather - guitar and vocals
John Cobbett - guitar
Aesop - drums
Ross Sewage - bass

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Ludicra San Francisco, California

Ludicra was a metal band from San Francisco. They originally formed in 1998 as a quartet and later expanded to five members. On July 26, 2011, the band announced on their official website that they had disbanded.
Ludicra's sound has been described as black metal and avant-garde metal.
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Track Name: Stagnant Pond
Be still, remain still
Do not unveil
The stained and marked
Portrait of your soul

A sweetly coated expression
Will not hide
All blundering misjudgement
No pardon for your past crimes

The archaic soured plight
Slumbers in stagnant ponds
Reflecting lost time

This uneasy embrace
This reluctant form
This stubborn mule
This tarnished view
Fractured hopes unfolding

When light shines on
The shaded one
We are not freed from the damage done

Snarls are heard atop the heads
Angry hollow eyes see red
Memories peer from behind
Redeem for light that overshines

To be the prize
To be the burden
Track Name: A Larger Silence
What pace is taken
On this humbling walk
Hurry forward I imagine
Stroll along with no second guess

Are you quiet
Without fear or apprehension

Does it feel effortless?
Does it feel free?
Is it easy as they say?
Icy waters call you home

Does it feel easy?
Does it feel free?
Are you free?

“silent, into a larger silence
where we could not follow”
(Crossing Brooklyn Bridge – Cynthia Hogue)

What pace is taken
On this humbling walk

Are you quiet
Without fear or apprehension

Does it feel effortless?
Does it feel free?
Is it easy as they say?
Icy waters call you home

Leap of faith?
Slip from grace?
Are you free?
Track Name: In Stable
No will for
A way out
From a past of blurry visions
To the present of delusions

No need for
A way back
To the baseline
To the safe haven

Dumbed down to live in one dimension
Swirled, distorted cluttered mind
Stopped the mood from swinging
Suffocated in (bags of) compulsion

Idler of daydreams
Picked and split apart
A sore sight
To be ignored
A dying breed

Rightly excused
To end in nothingness

No way for
A way back
To the baseline
To the safe haven

To end in nothingness
Track Name: The Undercaste
Another day
Built from decay
A famined slumber
Gone is the summer

Frowned upon
Are the weak and the worn
For they reak of sick and sorrow

They outrun
The spectre of hardship
Into scarred open arms
Thrown back to the mire

Each backward step
Is theirs to own (own)
Every heartache
In a misshapen being (being)

Each hungry mouth
An empty well (wellness)
Running dry
There’s never enough to go around (around)

They are human herds of patience
They slouch and shift their weight
They remain in the cracks
They remain in the fray

Frowned upon
Are the weak and the worn
For they reek of sick and sorrow

From the creeping dawn
To the dying dusk
They dance a callous step
Forage for diamonds
Among the turf

Live for what is left
Trails of smoke
Yellow eyes

Live for what is left
Trails of smoke
Yellow eyes
There’s never enough (of anything) to go around
Track Name: Clean White Void
Take me to the cut and dry
Cold... a frozen place
Makes me hide any expression
Makes me breathe in the fake

Clean
White
Void

Teach me to mask the spirit
That rose to take its place
The farce of human bonds
Of dignity and respect

Clean
White
Void

Words are worthless
Left in silence

Confusion and blame

Let me be the clean white void
The slate... the unwritten
From this day forward
I offer none

Clean
White
Void

Thoughts are voiceless
Kept tightly spun

Minds misread, all songs unheard
Track Name: Truth Won't Set You Free
Truth won't set you free
Vomits its absence incessantly
Blind eye of the beholder
Only sees what it believes

Perched upon the fence of truth and error
A battle cry of human tools
Perched upon the fence of truth and error
A battle cry of human tools

(Truth) truth has not yet set us free
(Won’t) right and wrong raise their flags
(Set) as diverse as every man
(You) in separate caves and clouds
(Free)

Broad cast fabrication
Accusations
The power of suggestion
Fooled over persausion
Wash their minds
Their senses

Perched upon the fence of truth and error
A battle cry of human tools
Perched upon the fence of truth and error
A battle cry of human tools

(Truth) truth has not yet set us free
(Won’t) right and wrong raise their flags
(Set) as diverse as every man
(You) in separate caves and clouds
(Free)

Who is good or evil?
Who is made inhuman?
Who is the fool?
Who is fit to rule?
Track Name: The Tenant
For all within your rooms
Your narrow rented tombs

Within your walls of want
The frame in which you haunt

Inside your restless storm
The paint is cracked and worn

Four walls bubbled and pocked
Marked with shame, a bolted lock

A facade hides your worn out pride
A shoddy view of others just like you
A window rattles you with what you hide

Sickness spreads through
Your breeding grounds of dust

For all within your rooms
Your narrow rented tombs

Within your walls of want
The frame in which you haunt

Inside your restless storm
The paint is cracked and worn

Four walls bubbled and pocked
Marked with shame, a bolted lock

A facade hides your worn out pride
A shoddy view of others just like you
A window rattles you with what you hide
Track Name: Last Train (vinyl bonus track)
On the last train of thought
Sits my incomplete self
It was left undone, neglected and lost
Missing all pieces of meaning

On the last train of thought
Sits my unknown cause
Ingrained with stigma, fear and failure
Heaved onto the rails of ambition

Wages were squandered
Coppers are pinched
Life is to be earned
The biggest scam!
How I would rather earn
The right not to care

Feast on this failure
My failure to thrive
Work for survival
Not for reward

Maintain and own
Life self-serving scum
Spitshine and polish
Your plentiful gain

Strive to acquire
The gold badge of greed
Lack of desire
The pale badge of need

Feast of this failure
My failure to thrive
Work for survival
Not for reward

On the last train of thought
Sits my incomplete self
It was left undone, neglected and lost
Missing all pieces of meaning