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1. Twelve Labours

Twelve Labours

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2. Twelve Labours

Twelve Labours

Just a Greek mythology based doom song I decided to write

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3. Twelve Labours

Twelve Labours

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4. The Thousand Ark {Prelude #5}

  • Published: 2014-12-31T12:24:06Z
  • By XIILAB
The Thousand Ark {Prelude #5}

Rough track off the forthcoming album The Thousand Ark. Guitar & Rough production by J Kovacs

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5. The Thousand Ark {Prelude #7}

  • Published: 2016-06-20T15:43:12Z
  • By XIILAB
The Thousand Ark {Prelude #7}

New rough version of a track off the Thousand Ark project

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6. Shapes in the Walls

  • Published: 2013-04-03T03:35:40Z
  • By XIILAB
Shapes in the Walls

A spoken word piece from the project Zero Surveillance (Previously A Search For a Golden Sun) by Peter Mead. Visit the project @ www.zerosurveillance.net -- Original music kindly contributed by John Lemke. -------------------- Shapes In the Walls -------------------- I’ll find you…Noisy fucking idiots, everywhere my shutting-eyes fall. I miss you. My body misses you turning on a hard mattress and I can’t tell if I wish I’d never gained your higher ground, seen the heights of these feelings from a ceiling of clouds for the fact that everything, my whole life feels diminished when I return home again. But the room for reverie is razed so I’ve no choice but to build my hovel on the trampled unholy ground, amongst the rusted canisters and a burning earth. Inebriated monkeys swarm the bulbous mounds, screeching and grabbing their garish balls and cocks, and chattering so loudly my skull would split if it hadn’t already hardened to calloused bone and rotten wood, I would. Above the space two days ago or a month or another life away two white pigeons gusted on vortices across the volume of an empty square between grey monuments, on wings that caught the air so they literally swam on the wind in silent solace. And I felt you there, in their eyes, and their chariots were clouds. But below a street bellowed obnoxious names, watching golden liquids go into mouths and almost immediately stain khaki trousers dark green patched; and there’s too much piss to prevent a deluge of urine from flooding the city. I’m honestly worried what we’ll do when it reaches the ceilings and caves in the walls. Caves in the walls? I know you left strange shapes in the walls. In the halls wolves howl without recourse to their saviour, you are the concubine of carnivores and ravens tear at the windows, let them loose to garnish my eyes with their beaks in the storm they have garnered. Come to me in the corners of a dream, awake I tried to cling to the fleeting feeling of freedom and safety when we met under coursing cumulus curling off the purple hills, storm clouds moaning with deep tongues, whales in the waiting sky punctuating my rapt gaze of you with a retina-synchronous flash of distant lightning. Smelled the scent of flame and fervour, gods fighting for you, I’ll cater to you, shape a hollow for your rain, take my collar in these changed fingers and brace against the crazy squalls with eyes all asquint against the hail until you embrace me. Embrace me tenderly, take me, remember the dawn when you made me cry, when gulls bobbed bashfully on the pinker waters as the sun rose. You are my sun, caught on the gentle river and reflected a hundred thousand times as the day waited and secrets grew in the only time they can find a moment to. Before alarm clocks careen obnoxious. Before the tv set’s boxes cock their hammers and fire blunt bolts into the minds of men! Over and over again. But ghosts bide their time in the formless and sphinxes wait to stretch their limbs in the deeper deserts. And I’ll wait for you with the foxes, as fine as Jaguars, biding and bidding until all are risen to kindle the fire that will burn the city of sticks in furnaces, kilning the windows molten; will turn a lens of perfect imperfection and focus the sunlight hidden in the timber, the purifying fire of enlightenment, a chorus with the lightning’s ebb, focus to a single torchlight pure as the seed from a dandelion. And it will settle on your face and I will find you there, revealed as you are transcendent, perfect. And we’ll dance to the sea settling on the sand and the sound of shingles turning circles in chill mornings, humming to each other smiling.

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7. The Ghosts Behind the Universe #1

  • Published: 2013-04-01T18:31:10Z
  • By XIILAB
The Ghosts Behind the Universe #1

A spoken word piece from the project Zero Surveillance (Previously A Search For a Golden Sun) by Peter Mead. Visit the project @ www.zerosurveillance.net -- Original music kindly contributed by John Lemke. ---------------------------------- The Ghosts Behind The Universe #1 ---------------------------------- Certain finishes were forgotten, in times where clogged streets shrieked among the mornings, where time was thick and oozed over our wind-screens. An Age of Misunderstanding.

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8. The Thousand Ark {Prelude #6}

  • Published: 2015-06-14T21:47:01Z
  • By XIILAB
The Thousand Ark {Prelude #6}

Another rough version of a piece for the Thousand Ark album.

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9. The Thousand Ark (Prelude #9)

  • Published: 2016-12-01T11:05:04Z
  • By XIILAB
The Thousand Ark (Prelude #9)

Who could even analyse, Cooling beams and ammonites, Super men with saddened eyes, Jupiter and Saturn rise, Galvanise our tattered minds, Dynamite in shallow mines, Pacified and hollowed out, I'd swallow night trap the moon tonight...

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10. The Thousand Ark {Prelude #2}

  • Published: 2014-07-01T10:10:32Z
  • By XIILAB
The Thousand Ark {Prelude #2}

Welcome to sketches and rough exports from the current music project 'The Thousand Ark'. I'm at a stage where I'm bringing all the collected samples from the city and the night, into finished loops and beats. There's a sound emerging that's really exciting to my ears, it's compelling me to write loads and play with my voice a little more on the vocal tracks. You'll hear skeletons of tunes here, no edits, just concepts that I wanted to share to give people listening a taster. Comments in the tunes, like the facebook page and I'll keep you up to date. All much appreciated. Ta :)

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11. The Thousand Ark {Prelude #8}

  • Published: 2016-09-29T12:26:06Z
  • By XIILAB
The Thousand Ark {Prelude #8}

I picked a petal from a sleepy knoll then called a friend, "nothing much is happening around here.." or where I'm from, I got an eagle and it's tied to a silken thread I got a question, are we trying to live or seeking death?...

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12. Oceans of Grey - Joe Kovacs & Israel {Demos}

  • Published: 2011-03-07T01:47:36Z
  • By XIILAB
Oceans of Grey - Joe Kovacs & Israel {Demos}

Demos from various projects and sessions. --------------- LYRICS --------------- -- Israel Masked men plunder, In stark contrast to the thunder, The classless chant in hunger, While heartless others just dance the numbers, This stance will enhance, your advance among the vast number of brothers, whilst mothers wail, huddled under the covers, these youngsters shudder and quial, from this monstrous tale, of a monster with scales, that conquers the vale, and wanders along amongst the throngs on the trail, constanly trailed by the shades of pale male shapes, post-ape, ghosts that procreate, beyond the sumptious veil, with tumultuous acclaim, they hail the adulterous vain, but don’t deign to name the hopelessly plain, who mope, smoke dope, toast another joke, and vocally complain, almost to boast of their emotional pain, as if emotion is a token of shame, that notion aint changed, so we’re still broken and chained, don’t notice the rain, in a boat floating in an ocean of grey.... - Kovacs Ghosts floating in their open graves, clothed in topaz overcoats bodies hollow unfocused and vague, Overflow the coaches now they’ve broken the trains, delays posted on glowing noticeboards and spoken by wraithes, Won’t read the bones of the ancients, just coded quotes on the page, wrote by the phoniest cronies we could hope to arrange, lies in the photos and papers, no motion to change vote for the dames, promoting the bogus notions of fame bodly coaxed into chains, No hope for the slaves Sold our souls the gold of a fool and most of it’s fake, stammering, the chattering hammering of gluttony is maddening, we soaked in and stained, hopelessly decayed, in a land where we’re blurring the verges of this turbulence into purposeful ways one colour like a stone or smoke over snow on roads that are paved, Wander the paths for an age, till we’re lost in an ocean of grey, Caustic and flame, war recorded and forced into brains, Chalked onto slate, stored reordered and played, Broadcast vorpal stories and games, rewarding the brave who fought the lawless forces of Mordor they cornered in caves, conform and obey, dream order and prey – that any storm that’s formed is born in the smallest restraints, We performing in plays, Who’s authors’ sucked the colour from the butterflies stored them drawers and it’s warping their shapes, Abort the mauve and violet summers, now the critters only flutter fly through the black and white skies adorning the hoardings above us, flowering slogans tucked into the budding rushes Attracting bees to the queues to spend their money on loveless clutter Turn the colour up, it’s gotten rotten, Burn the money up forgotten, combust it till it’s roasting in flame, Or drench the whole wide world in the motion of waves Shoals floating belly up frozen in an ocean of grey, --Israel An orange glaze, promises to slay, The horrid haze that commonplace, dominates our days, (with the promise of rain from the columns of an ominous range), to the province where the prominent glitter with brilliant rays, (we stay oblivious imprisoned) in darkened bays, (the master race laughs), millions of automatons pass away, (chained) labourers barf and vomit in half a daze, (downcast, despondent at last dishonored and collared by the) abhorrent ways, of the torrid greys that plague (the sharades of) conglomerate stage, (where they say:) “no honest slave can comment on pay!”, (so its homage we pay as we rave over displays of onyx on slate), its too late ive spoken the phrase, and im choking on the potions they’ve made, In an ocean of grey

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13. Terror's The Etiquette - Joe Kovacs & Israel {Demos}

  • Published: 2011-03-07T01:47:36Z
  • By XIILAB
Terror's The Etiquette - Joe Kovacs & Israel {Demos}

Israel & Formula (aka Kovacs) present demos from their upcoming album project, under their combined moniker of A.I. The two friends, writers and verbalists spin a set of complex poems and criticisms over the rough head-nodding beats and jagged foundation of tunes-in-the-making. Keep your eyes open for the finished work, sign up to the Twelve Labours Mailing List or watch out for updates on the Soundcloud page.

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14. Zero Surveillance - poetry & writing by Peter Mead

  • Published: 2013-03-11T22:35:10Z
  • By XIILAB
Zero Surveillance - poetry & writing by Peter Mead

The Search For A Golden Sun is a personal ongoing project, a collection of writing and poetry I began making around 2010. Predominantly a mix of existential things, streams of thoughts, and times where I’ve felt compelled to record something of them. View the entire project here @ www.zerosurveillance.net

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15. The Thousand Ark {Prelude #1}

  • Published: 2013-12-23T13:18:08Z
  • By XIILAB
The Thousand Ark {Prelude #1}

Major work in progress. Sketches for an idea at the moment. Was really feeling the vibe of this track though. The verse as you'll hear is just humming, rough ideas for melodies and words. There's another dozen tunes at this stage at the moment, I can hear the whole project coming together.....as always, check Twelve Labours on facebook and I'll keep you in the loop. I'm getting close to finishing writing the main structures for 16 pieces, and soon I'll start playing with the sounds, figuring out the premix and begin tightening concepts.

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16. Prying Little Eyes DEMO

  • Published: 2015-01-21T13:11:50Z
  • By XIILAB
Prying Little Eyes DEMO

A older version of a Days of Plague & Vice tune - done prior to the release, and now I wish I'd included it because it makes my head bob! Your truly on the guitars, vocals and unmixed production.

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17. Minute Maid - The Ghost Series [DEMOS], tr0uble07 feat. Joe Kovacs

  • Published: 2009-11-19T14:30:44Z
  • By XIILAB
Minute Maid - The Ghost Series [DEMOS], tr0uble07 feat. Joe Kovacs

In a dusty room an age ago, two hyper-intelligent beings scratched a rough series of tracks into the soul of a dying computer. These tracks perhaps, form the resonant basis of work yet to filter the speaker-wires...the ghosts of these formative tunes appear here for you to listen to. Beats by tr0uble07 Words by Joe Kovacs --------------- LYRICS --------------- Camera trick, flick! live recording, I saw the surgeon performing open up my organs, The newest abortions in a passive stupor, Portion of a sheep feeding on the grass that's growing on my four limbs, I don't frighten easily with your scythe to knee, Now I'm falling finding knives in the night 'were you hiding these?' I stumbled with my brain humbled parched with scars, Paraded like beef with a heart of cardboard arterials, Heave em from the tranq-vats, give em fly-mo'd lawns, Mediate their temperaments, they buy cyborg porn, Triple-X then index the villains with a Z-digit-925, We'll categorise the rapists DNA and highlight the thieves and liars, Alleviates the need for justice, but they just fucked us, We pay more money whilst they make money off our fuck-lust Hey today I made the minute-maid a model village, She kissed me when she finished hissing coffee, I explained the coffins on the flock and covered hilltops, She said she really liked the colour-coded house, and slipped into one of the big shops, Riddle deep scriptures receipts and catalogues, Into our fairy tales and store em with the cattle-prods We'll let nature take it's course, Sit back and wait a war until we all sing the same basic chords, Who's gonna save me from this daemon prince, who's looting all my inners and painting my semen pink, Colour code my feelings, oh I think I'm feeling sick, Rise your fist if you think freedoms an illiterate bitch, Testify the best dressed decide the rest recline, Until they're gassed on sex and the presses pesticide, The mess divides, identity is kept and tied, by incessant relentless lies fed by the media.

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18. The Ghost Series - tr0uble07 feat. Joe Kovacs {Demos}

  • Published: 2009-11-19T14:30:43Z
  • By XIILAB
The Ghost Series - tr0uble07 feat. Joe Kovacs {Demos}

CONNECT @ Facebook In a dusty room an age ago, two hyper-intelligent beings scratched a rough series of tracks into the soul of a dying computer. These tracks perhaps, form the resonant basis of work yet to filter the speaker-wires...the ghosts of these formative tunes appear here for you to listen to. Beats by tr0uble07 / Verbals by Joe Kovacs.

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19. The Thousand Ark {Preludes} - Joe Kovacs

  • Published: 2013-11-30T16:19:10Z
  • By XIILAB
The Thousand Ark {Preludes} - Joe Kovacs

Welcome to sketches and rough exports from the current music project 'The Thousand Ark'. I'm at a stage where I'm bringing all the collected samples from the city and the night, into finished loops and beats. There's a sound emerging that's really exciting to my ears, it's compelling me to write loads and play with my voice a little more on the vocal tracks. You'll hear skeletons of tunes here, no edits, just concepts that I wanted to share to give people listening a taster. Comments in the tunes, like the facebook page and I'll keep you up to date. All much appreciated. Ta :)

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20. Objective:Terror - Manic Depressive Suicide Note

  • Published: 2015-05-12T20:54:28Z
  • By XIILAB
Objective:Terror - Manic Depressive Suicide Note

**OLD VERSION OF THIS TUNE - See 'Let's Talk About It E.P' - FOR FINISHED VERSION** Objective: Terror is a new track under the MDSN moniker. Dave & Pete are the acoustic-rap-folk-indi duo with serious emotional fluctuations. Recorded @ V.A.L.I.S | Original Music MDSN | Written & Produced by Manic Depressive Suicide Note © xiilab / Twelve Labours 2015

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