Change Of Seasons by Castrum Doloris
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Change of Seasons
First presented at AntIQ 2000 [2000.08.18]
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Credits
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-───┬────--─■hhc (exe) ···∙∙∙ Farkas Gábor ∙∙∙··· hhc_@umszki.hu
├─-───■Grass (png) ···∙∙∙ Vigh David ∙∙∙··· grass@scene.hu
├──────■Mozy (mp3) ···∙∙∙ Mózes Attila ∙∙∙··· mozy@freemail.hu
├─∙─■Leader[ (mp3) ···∙∙∙ Hegedüs Zoltán ∙∙∙··· leaderc@freemail.hu
└───∙─■Aries (asc) ···∙∙∙ Fehér János ∙∙∙··· aries@vlug.vein.hu
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Rights
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├────────∙
│ This material is not freeware! You're allowed to copy it
. freely for non-profit purposes, but nothing can be changed
│ for the demo without our written permission. If you modify the
| code, graphics or the musics or you steal them, we will kick
│ your ass. We take no responsibility for the demo. If it cause
│ hardware problems, it's your own problem...
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Who we are?
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-──────┬■LeaderC (mp3) ···∙∙∙ Hegedüs Zoltán ∙∙∙··· leaderc@freemail.hu
├───■Mozy (mp3) ···∙∙∙ Mózes Attila ∙∙∙··· mozy@freemail.hu
┌∙└──■Aries (asc) ···∙∙∙ Fehér János ∙∙∙··· aries@vlug.vein.hu
|
├─-────■HHC (exe) ···∙∙∙ Farkas Gábor ∙∙∙··· hhc_@umszki.hu
└─∙──■Grass (png) ···∙∙∙ Vigh Dávid ∙∙∙··· grass@scene.hu
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About CMDS │
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│
├────────∙·
│ Once uppon a time there was a team called Black RainboW. One
│ member - LeaderC [musician] - left the group after AntIQ'98
│ and he made another team with a friend of him - Mozy
| [musician] - called CastruM DoloriS. CMDS means funeral
│ parlour. We chose this name, 'cos that time we'd got dark
│ feelings, and we thought that name expressed our approach
· about the world, our view of life. A few days later another
│ friend joined called Aries [swapper]. This three man is the
│ engine of this little team. We've made several projects, but
│ all of them were failed, 'cos we hadn't got any active
│ coder/graphician/key framer. We had got some outers, Nihil,
│ Guillotine, Doominator, Ellyn, Blue Dragon, Luppy, Pe3, LGB,
│ RaZ etc... but they did not do anything, so we kicked them out
. [except Ellyn and Blue Dragon]. Hhc_, a young coder joined
│ this year. We are very happy, 'cos he is active enough. We've
│ got now a new graphician, the leg of god, Grass. He is an
∙ oldface on the scene, and he is really good! So, this 5 men
│ are the CastruM DoloriS. i hope it's enough.
└──────∙·
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About This Demo │
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|
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│ So after we'd got a whole team, we wanted to make a demo which
│ is a 2d oldschool ['cos we haven't got any key-framer],
│ artistic, great demo. The main idea of the four seasons is
│ Aries'. The base ideas were: make something new but within'
│ oldschool environment demo with few code and lot's of graphics
∙ demo with 4 zax demo run under linux but of course there were
│ several hardship. The musicians had to compose music in two
│ and a half minutes which was very difficult, reach a feeling
| in 2.5minutes, it's not an easy job. Beacause both musician
│ hates tracking, the musics were MP3 witch was another
│ difficulty. The coder [hhc] wanted to code the demo under DOS,
. 'cos he knows DOS better, so the demo will run under DOS, but
│ we've confidence in the future and we hope that the next CMDS
│ demo will run under Linux too. So, here we are. The demo
│ header is in C (because of midas and mpglib), and effects are
│ fullasm.
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┌─ - -- ∙∙ · ───·─┐
LeaderC's thanks │
└─∙-─┐ ────∙───-───-─┘
├────-──·
| Mixi ^ Picasso Point
│ Blala ^ Byteam/Elvont
. Arpi ^ Astral
│ Larry ^ CN
│ Ervin ^ Abaddon
│ Codeorgo ^ Black RainboW
· Mozy ^ CMDS
│ Aries ^ BR/CMDS
│ jabberwock ^ crash orchestra/dinasty/contract
│ da Blondie ^ Singular
└───∙-·
┌─ - -- ∙∙ · ───·─┐
hhc's thanks |
└─∙-─┐ ────∙───-───-─┘
├-──-──∙-
│ Codeorgo ^ Black Rainbow
. Megasys
│ Picard ^ Exceed
│
| and for the authors of MIDAS Zlib Mpglib
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Aries' thanks |
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├-──-──∙-
| A kurva anyátok...
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┌─ - -- ∙∙ · ───·─┐
Mozy's thanks |
└─∙-─┐ ────∙───-───-─┘
├-──-──∙-
| Aries ^ BR/CMDS
│ LeaderC ^ CMDS
. HHC ^ CMDS
│ Morticia
∙ Lydia
│ Jack da Ripa
│ Alexandra Gy.
· Deadsoul
│ Ignatius Pannonius
■ e.t.c.
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┌─∙ -- -- ∙∙ · ─ - ───·─┐
...and for these mortals
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├───────
∙ Abaddon, Astral, AstroideA, Autopsy, Black RainboW, Breeze,
│ Byteam, Capanna, CDi, Chrome, Contract, Criminal Gang, D-Eyes,
· Dilemma, Dinasty, Ekrazit, Euthanasia, Exceed, Exhumers, Firg,
│ Fresh, gRiF [the God], Inquisition, IqDePo, Majic 12, Mandula,
| Molecoola, Picasso Point, Power Rangers, Rg42, Shock!,
. Singular
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Lyrix
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│
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│ Ode by Attila József (1933)
│ Translated by Zsuzsanna Ozsváth and Frederick Turner
∙
│ 1
│
│ I am alone on these glittering crags.
| A sinuous breeze
│ floats delicious, the infant summer's
│ suppertime simmer and ease.
. I school my heart into this silence.
│ Not so arduous --
│ All that is vanished is aswarm in me,
· my head is bowed, and my hand is
│ vacuous.
│
│ I see the mane of the mountain --
│ each little leafvein
│ leaps with the light of your brow.
│
│ The path is quite deserted,
│ I see how your skirt is floated
| in the wind's sough.
│ Under the tender, the tenuous bough
│ I see you shake out your hair, how it clings,
│ your soft, trembling breasts; behold
i -- just as the Szinva-stream glides beneath --
│ the round white pebbles of your teeth,
│ and how the welling laughter springs
│ tumbling over them like fairy gold.
│
│ 2
│
│ Oh how much I love you, who've given
│ speech to both the universes:
│ the heart's caves, its trickweaving deepenings,
i sly involute lonelinesses --
│ and starry heaven.
│ As water glides from its own thunderous fall
│ you fly from me and we are cleft and parted,
│ whilst I, among the mountains of my life, still call,
│ still kneel, and sing, and raise the echo with my cry,
│ slamming against the earth and sky,
| that I love you, step-nurse, mother-hearted!
│
│ 3
│
: I love you as a child his mother's breast,
│ as the dumb caves their own bottomlessness,
│ as halls the light that shows them best,
│ as the soul loves flame, as the body rest!
∙ I love you as we who marked for death
│ love the moments of their living breath.
│
│ Every smile, every word, every move you make,
│ as falling bodies to my earth, I press;
│ as into metal acids eat and ache,
· I etch you in my brains with instinct's stress,
│ beautiful shapeliness,
│ your substance fills the essence they partake.
│
│ The moments march by, clattering and relentless,
| but in my ears your silence lies.
│ Even the stars blaze up, fall, evanesce,
│ but you're a stillness in my eyes.
∙ The taste of you, hushed like a cavern-pool,
│ floats in my mouth, as cool;
│ your hand, upon a water-glass,
│ veined with its glowing lace,
│ dawns beautiful.
|
│ 4
│
∙ Ah, what strange stuff is this of which I'm made,
│ that but your glance can sculpt me into shape? --
│ what kind of soul, what kind of light or shade,
│ what prodigy that I, who have long strayed
│ in my dim fog of nothingness unmade,
│ explore your fertile body's curving scape?
.
│ -- And as the logos flowers in my brain,
│ immerse myself in its occult terrain! ...
│
│ Your capillaries, like a bloodred rose,
│ ceaselessly stir and dance.
· There that eternal current seethes and flows
│ and flowers as love upon your countenance,
│ to bless with fruit your womb's dark excellence.
│ A myriad rootlets broider round
│ and round your stomach's tender ground,
│ whose subtle threadings, woven and unwound,
│ unknit the very knot whereby they're bound,
│ that thus thy lymphy cellbrood might abound,
■ and the great, leaved boughs of thy lungs resound
│ their whispered glory round!
│
│ The eterna materia goes marching on
│ happily through your gut's dark cavern-cells,
│ and to the dead waste rich life is given
│ within the ardent kidneys' boiling wells!
°
│ Billowing, your hills arise, arise,
│ constellations tremble in your skies,
│ lakes, factories work on by day and night,
│ a million creatures bustle with delight,
│ millipede,
│ seaweed,
│ a heartless mercy, gentle cruelty,
. your hot sun shines, your darkling north light broods,
│ in you there stir the unscanned moods
│ of a blind incalculable eternity.
│
│ 5
|
│ So falls in clotted spatters
│ at your feet this blood,
│ this parched utterance.
│ Being stutters;
│ law is the only spotless eloquence.
│ My toiling organs, wherein I am renewed
│ over and over daily, are subdued
. to their final silence.
│
│ But yet each part cries out --
│ O you who from the billioned multitude,
│ O you unique, you chosen, wooed
│ and singled out, you cradle, bed,
| and grave, soft quickener of the dead,
│ receive me into you.
│
│ (How high is this dawn-shadowy sky!
∙ Armies are glittering in its ore.
│ Radiance anguishing to the eye.
│ Now I am lost, I can no more.
│ Up in the world I hear it batter,
│ my heart's old roar.)
│
│ 6
│
│ `(Envoi)`
│
│ (Now the train's going down the track,
■ maybe today it'll carry me back,
│ maybe my hot face will cool down today,
│ maybe you'll talk to me, maybe you'll say:
│
│ Warm water's running, there's a bath by and by!
│ Here is a towel, now get yourself dry!
│ The meat's on the oven, and you will be fed!
. There where I lie, there is your bed.)
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CastruM DoloriS 2000.08.17. Hungary - milennilegjobb!
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