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The Church of Multi-Christ
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Released January 17, 2026


01 - Hashem by the roots

You are Amalek 
Hashem by the roots 

Recycled Shemy 
Composted Shemy 

If I had legs I'd kick you 
Take this heart I love you 


02 - Une vérité qui fuit

Quand la nuit descend doucement 
Les yeux se ferment sans un bruit 
Les images qui flottent dans le sang 
Mon âme glisse, je m'oublie 

Rien n'est vrai, tout luit 
C'est le rêve qui me suit 


03 - An echo of something

I lay my head on a cushion of dark velvet air 
Eyes flicker slow, the world around me disappears 
The edges of color, the taste of yesterday linger, still warm on my tongue 
Images blossom, dissolve, swim like ghosts through a red-tinged sun 
 
If sight is seeing, and hearing is sound 
Yet all falls silent as the stars spin round 
Is what I meet behind my lids a trick, or some new truth begun? 
My mind arranges memories like beads, but only when sense is numb 
 
Is it true, is it real, what flickers behind our eyes? 
Figures of friends, the shape of the sun, a miniature sky 
The dream is a rumor, the soul’s silent play, spun from old light 
An echo of something, a flickering dance, a reasonless why 
 
Sensory rivers ripple in me even when left behind 
A color, a sound, a scent that remains, painting the canvas of mind 
And sometimes the noise within is too wild, so chaotic and loud 
Images shatter and swirl like rivers breaking their bounds 
 
Sometimes I wake with the memory bright of creatures that crawled upon the walls 
Other times faces melt into mist, and I wonder if I dreamed at all 
When blood calms, and storm subsides, clear visions drift ashore 
Phantasms parade, play masquerade until the sleeping’s no more 
 
Is it true, is it real, this theatre behind our eyes? 
Shadows of men, colors that swim, the pulse of disguise 
Maybe I’m seeing only the stains the sunlight leaves behind 
Movements of sense, the phantom remains, inventions of mind 
 
Some wake to daylight, some wake to dreams, some never see 
Drowsy philosophers tracing their thoughts, drifting eternally 
The soul weaves meaning from echoes and stains, and sleep is the key 
A flicker, a rumor, a cloud becoming what only I see 


04 - Rivers of memory

As night takes hold, I vanish slow 
The sunlight faded, curtains close 
No voices, faces, sounds remain 
Just woven traces through my brain 
 
What is a dream? Is it touch or is it sight? 
Is it something left behind, or traveling with the night? 
Through rivers of memory, fragmented and bright 
What is a dream but the echo of light? 
 
La la la, lumière là 
La la la, je ne vois pas 
La la la, moving on 
La la la, du soleil au son 
 
Behind my eyes, impressions flow 
Colors bending, shapes I know 
A flicker lingers, still it burns 
From what is gone, new vision turns 
 
I see a face, a phantom ghost 
It's someone lost I want the most 
Does my heart deceive, or sense mislead? 
My hands reach out, but only to need 
 
What is a dream? Is it reason or a sigh? 
Waves of persuasion, wild running sky 
A mirror shining red, a motion going by 
What is a dream? Do we ever know why? 
 
La la la, lumière là 
La la la, je ne crois pas 
La la la, moving on 
La la la, du soleil au son 
 
Wine on my lips, rivers on the glass 
Colours change as moments pass 
Is it real, is it me, or only residue? 
Everything that’s touched me, all comes shining through 
 
Sometimes I wake with shapes inside my head 
The world slips away, I’m clinging to threads 
Objects and people, caught between states 
Lost in the border where memory waits 
 
Clouds in the morning, illusions by night 
Movements of blood, the flickering sight 
As age rewrites my dreaming view 
All turns anew, each dream feels true 
 
What is a dream? Is it feeling or a guise? 
The perfume of longing, unrevealed lies 
Reflections still living as the old dreaming dies 
What is a dream but opening eyes? 
 
La la la, lumière là 
La la la, je ne sais pas 
La la la, moving on 
La la la, du soleil au son 


05 - Om Namo Bhagavate Vāsudevāya

Om Namo Bhagavate Vāsudevāya


06 - Soleil et ombre

Je ferme les yeux, le silence descend 
Tout ce que je perçois n'est ni réel ni absent 
Une silhouette passe, elle n'a ni couleur ni nom 
Est-ce moi qui imagine, ou un souvenir sans raison? 
 
Le rêve vient, je flotte entre deux mondes 
Ni la vue, ni l’ouïe, mais une onde profonde 
Tant d’images, tant de formes, qui dansent dans mon sang 
C’est comme si le matin pouvait n’être qu’un instant 
 
Ooh la la, soleil et ombre s’enlacent 
Ooh la la, dans ma tête tout s’efface 
 
Comme un miroir ancien caressé par la brume 
Les couleurs persistent longtemps après la lune 
Les parfums, les bruits, lointains mais familiers 
Suivent la rivière, font des cercles, puis disparaissent 
 
Le rêve vient, je flotte entre deux mondes 
Ni la vue, ni l’ouïe, mais une onde profonde 
Tant d’images, tant de formes, qui dansent dans mon sang 
C’est comme si le matin pouvait n’être qu’un instant 
 
Ooh la la, soleil et ombre s’enlacent 
Ooh la la, dans ma tête tout s’efface 
 
Sous mes paupières, je retrouve des éclats 
Des fragments de lumière empruntés à autrefois 
Une pensée me dit: ce n’est pas vrai, tu le sais 
Mais l’autre répond: laisse-toi, rêve, tu verras 
 
Rivières en mouvement, visages écartelés 
Un centaure, un ami, puis font place à l’été 
Tout s’altère, tout luit, tout s’efface en douceur 
Entre veille et sommeil, je suis ailleurs 
 
Le rêve vient, je flotte entre deux mondes 
Ni la vue, ni l’ouïe, mais une onde profonde 
Tant d’images, tant de formes, qui dansent dans mon sang 
C’est comme si le matin pouvait n’être qu’un instant 
 
Ooh la la, soleil et ombre s’enlacent 
Ooh la la, dans ma tête tout s’efface 
Ooh la la, rêver c’est toucher l’espace 
Ooh la la, tout recommence et tout passe 


