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From the formless and dark there issued a pulse,
Rhythmic eruptions forming a pattern in time.
Soaring from the East, from the deserts of Arabia,
A winged creature, fierce, dark, and shining.
It sets itself down on the bank of the fertile Nile,
The rushing flow of its song emanating across the land:
Dum dum tek, dum tek, dum dum ka tek, dum ka tek tek.
Bodies take heed, and arise with feminine sway,
The mass of them going supple in rotations and shimmies.
Shining, fiery eyes appear and then disappear,
And metallic cymbals ring out as fingers flash and flicker.
Wails of pleasure come from the crowd,
While others blush and tremble.
In song and dance polarities shift,
What was waxing now wanes,
And what has waned now waxes.
Controlling regimes go mesmerized and dumb.
Systemic operations are smitten to inefficiency.
A tremor of seduction cuts a gash through a blanket of power.
Fearing the loss of control, the dour tyrant king orders
The execution of the Songbird and dancers,
And they are hunted down and slain.

Yet, the force of their spirits, that of dance and song,
Is too vibrant and strong to enter the realm of the dead.
And so it moves along northern and western routes,
In nomadic waves, and is taken up by and inspires
Gypsies, the persecuted, the rural, tribal folk, and outcasts,
From the Iberian peninsula to Romania.
It lives in raqs sharki and flamenco,
And among the songs and dances of scattered tribes.
It moves as the Undead, on shadowed wings,
With thick, dark blood, and in the glow of the moon,
On the night wind, against leafless branches,
Among the remnants of gypsies, goths and pagans.
Spreading, growing, changing shape, an uneasy virus,
Full of passion, desire, magic, mysticism, and madness,
It crosses the seas with turbulent, romantic shudders,
To infect forms of popular culture in distant lands and times.

It is here, now, unfurling in dark rhythms,
Casting undulating shadows, having stitched together
Arteries from thick, charged, undead currents,
Moving, beating, in a tribal fusion pulse,
Materializing in the sacred and profane, beautiful and dangerous,
Reorganizing time and space, putting bodies in motion.

A clip from each of the ten tracks are featured to the right. Each track plays for around six minutes, and the CD has a running time of sixty minutes.