Binomial Nomenclature

by Annelids

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released October 16, 2008

All Songs written and arranged by Bill Henderson, copyright 2008.
- Cello on "The Last Walk" by Annie Barley
- Flute and Backing Vocals on "Ghost Ship" by Melissa Fowler
- Violin on "Skeletal Architects" by Kev Sigman
- Guitar solo on "Cathedral of the Ibis" by Jon Tarella
- Recorded and Mastered at Azimuth Mastering.

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Track Name: Lure of the Angler
Bioluminescent beings at the bottom of the sea,
Silently they invite me to their hideout.
Bathysphere of stainless steel,
I'll hang out with gulper eels.
The only pressure that i feel
Is to ditch surface life and stay here.
The lure of the angler, the allure of ostracods.
So dark, yet assuaging. Comforted by vampire squid.
Track Name: One Tree
Atop the shifting sands, beneath rolling surf
We who are nourished by the Earth all share a common past.
Leave your walls. Meet them all.
You need not travel far.
Great or small, glide or crawl
Each with distinct character
Track Name: How About a Do-Over?
Please, science, let me live to see the day
When we can salvage ancient DNA
I'd rather I not expire until I've seen
The second coming of the Pleistocene
Behold the new Americas
Recolonized by Megatherium
Climb aboard with me atop this Glyptodon
He might seem slow, but oh why would we need to hurry?
Generations will stride along, with or without us
We'll be as much a memory as Gigantopithecus
Track Name: Heart and Soul
You said that I got my heart broken.
If so, why did my blood keep moving?
I've felt every rhythmic contraction.
I know that's why my head keeps pounding.
No trace of your being predates your conception
No vestige of self after death shall remain
No spirit, no essence divides you from nature
All consciousness lies fully within your brain
Track Name: Skeletal Architects
Shaped by the waves, we devour the sun.
If we build you a seaside will you leave us alone?
Building barriers: our life's work.
Like a mountain's rise as earth collides.
Building barriers: our life's work.
We are helpless now as they collapse.
We yearn to escape, but we're fastened to this place
And the poison that we taste
Hastens a numbered day decay
My friends, don't get up your hopes too soon
for i regret to inform you we're not traveling to the moon
It's too big and too dry and just too far away.
But take pride in knowing that out there in space
they can still see our house, the mark that we've left.
Beneath the blue ocean, a pale silhouette
Track Name: Mothra versus Destoroyah
A splash of sallow white breaks the blackened husk
Like the ring of sunlight framing an eclipse
What little strength remains is spent with fruitless strains
A somatic prison subjugates escape
I reevaluate my concept of the weight of all lives
I separate myself to remove one link from the chain
A moral lesson carried out by
invertebrates whose dimensions belie personalities diversified
Track Name: Astyanax Borgata
Cave: a hole in the ground
Whatever it is, we climbed on down
Like quarters slipping into a mysterious slot machine
We're gambling our time and our limbs
for a jackpot of adventure
Now, I don't know if we're in danger
And frankly I don't even care
As long as the beasts keep getting stranger
We'll feel like we are millionaires
Two quick pulls and this machine is paying off
The silent eyes in dark fissures are our shining coins
Eager to spill from the cave's deep pockets
Now, I don't know if we're in danger
And frankly I don't even care
As long as the beasts keep getting stranger
We'll feel like we are millionaires
Uncontaminated and concealed
From the ceaseless litter of Miller Lite cans
That accumulate into mountains and valleys
Imitation is the sincerest form of contamination
This place has been theirs
And now it can also be ours
Track Name: Cathedral of the Ibis
I need no mysteries to inspire my awe
When I find reverence in the avian jaw
There's no need for tales of floods or of nails
When life defines fantasy
A flashing display of chromatophores
will always inspire me. That's all I need.
Track Name: Ghost Ship
You've spoken tales of your five years at sea
and the grandeur of life that dwells in the shadows of trees
Each secret isle revealed a gift so pristine
But the cruel flood of man since erodes what you've seen
A ghost ship will take me away into yesterday
A ghost ship to take me away, rewinding decades
If I could set sail through the seas of time and space
I would stand at your side and feel the sun's warm embrace
Marching from shores, I would savor each day
In a cocoon of reason until I awake
Track Name: Of Pandas and Idiots (The Central Question of Illogical Origins)
The only illustration of apparent design
Is in your inane campaign
Built to undermine geological time
The argument is more useless than a femur to a baleen whale
Irreducible complexity is irrefutable absurdity
Perhaps planarians could make you see
Even the eye can have a family tree
Who designed your designer?
Track Name: The Last Walk
I've lost the last of my inter-species siblings
without a way to cut my years in half
I can't regain that feeling
Farewell. You can't come home tonight.
This thought is overwhelming.
Now rest, my companions.
I've never known a man to offer such allegiance.
No motive but for love - pure constancy perfected
It comforts me, indeed, to know that each had vast repayment
Farewell. You can't come home tonight.
This thought is overwhelming.
Our world, so beautiful and utterly indifferent.
Let's go for a walk together.