Lyrics Minnie/ Christie
Music The Medea Project

still
(the) wind calls
entracing,
entwining,
(the) blackness,
like rain falls,
embracing,
enraging
(a) light,
(from a) window
forgotten (somehow)
enraptures (me)

(and my) sadness fraught with guile
she beckons, "come to me again"
lie in mists for ever-while
taint the love (that) on one depends

beyond (the) mortal
fires (and) passions
aethereal
immortal
(i) watch another
beyond (the) curtain
(he) takes her
(he) taints her
burning anger
(yet) so useless
sempiternal
impotentence

(Spoken)
My heart is sore pained within me;
and the terrors of death are fallen upon me.

Fearfulness and trembling are come upon me, and darkness hath overwhelmed me.

And I said, ‘Oh that I had wings like a dove! For then I would fly away, and be at rest.

(Psalm 55)

i reach out
i wail
windows shatter
lightning calls
damned afterlife
soul damnation
no comfort
enstranges (me)

(and my) sadness fraught with guile
she beckons, "come to me again"
lie in mists for ever-while
taint the love (that) on one depends

Lyrics Minnie/ Christie
Music The Medea Project

i turn to face my shadows
yet they pull me down again
familiar voices beckon me
in the darkness to remain

let me light a candle for you to see
as you fade away again
let me find a light for you to follow,
follow, back home

in void should i slumber?
from this silence ne'er to wake.
or drift on for eternity
in this blackest sweet embrace.
or turn my face and soul to kether
as the spark of life fades away

let me light a candle for you to see
as you fade away again
as i fade away again
let me find a light for you to follow,
follow, back home

in the light i wish to linger
feel the warmth of a son
to float on through the eather mists
where our souls are one

let me light a candle for you to see
can you light a candle for you me see
as you fade away again
as i fade away again
let me find a light for you to follow,
can you find a light for me to follow,
follow, back home
follow, it back home

Lyrics Minnie/ Christie
Music The Medea Project

Upon our incumbent horizon, quasid apocryphic virtues
Mankind oft stalks to lead the herd.
Mindless feral dict'ors, with tirade un-devout
Non-repentant vassals of a supine state.
For the herisies run deep, yet ours deeper still
the heterodox attributes of our own false divinity.

Slowly we are bled, the light it slips away...
Moving e're futher from whence we came.

And in the heavens the seraphim wept,
The choir angelic of the XVI masks of a God,
Forlorn for the fallen scions of the nefilim race,
the wasted seed of the XVI fates of a man,
Unborn

The dybbuk's of our elders scorn our fate,
as our fallen parentage embraces new world order.
Seamless impersonal integration
with the hellion bitstreams of an artificial age.
Subjugation of ultimate progenitor tendancy,
is born in the eathers of our digital aeon's mother whore .

Slowly we are bled, the light it slips away...
Moving e're futher from whence we came.

And in the heavens the seraphim wept,
The choir angelic of the XVI masks of a God,
Forlorn for the fallen scions of the nefilim race,
the wasted seed of the XVI fates of a man,
Unborn

Lyrics Minnie/ Christie
Music The Medea Project

i'd say its over
as my final answer
our lives will always ring out
in our song

this is my swan-song
my final farewell
to the fatefull memories
to a world of a apathy

i'll take you over...
to a greener pasture
cover you in atrophy
take away the pain

The Golden Mean, World Domination and the MMMBop Song.

By Dean Christie

All in the Balance

A band mate (there is only one at the time of writing so it doesn't take a genius to figure out who) just asked me why it was that all bands we cover have names starting with "S". Instead of slapping him upside the head for forgetting such an obvious part of our Global Intensional Manipulation Plan (GIMP - see GIMP rant), I instead wrote up this brief summary as an explanation to him as well as to serve as a warning to the public at large - you are being manipulated into listening to our music so don't try claim that we are being duplicitous. World domination will be ours – we intend using all the MEANS (Get it? Well you will later.) we have at our disposal.

The Golden Mean

The Golden Mean can be construed as the basis of philosophy and Sacred Geometry, one of the Transcendental Numbers, and is typically derived from Fibonacci Numbers. (Illustrated below.)

If you start with the numbers 0 and 1, and make a list in which each new number is the sum of the previous two, you get a list like this:

0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, 55, 89, 144, ... --> ∞(to infinity)

This is the 'Fibonacci series'.

If you then take the ratio of any two sequential numbers in this series, you'll find that it falls into an increasingly narrow range:

1/0 = Whoa! That one doesn't count. (Ancient arithmetics began on 1 anyway - not 0 like modern maths).
1/1 = 1
2/1 = 2
3/2 = 1.5
5/3 = 1.6666...
8/5 = 1.6
13/8 = 1.625
21/13 = 1.61538...
34/21 = 1.61904...

If you carry on with this progression the number obtained will oscilate around 1.61803399 (inversely 0.61803399) - the golden ratio! This ratio has fascinated humanity since ancient times. The ancient greeks incorporated golden rectangles into the design of the acropolis (i.e. rectangles with sides measuring 13/8 and therefore approximating the golden mean). Other art forms have included the golden mean as well - Leonardo da Vinci and George Seurat used the ratio when designing the layout of their paintings. An analysis of many of Mozarts performed by Mike Kay in American Scientist (March/April 1996) shows that the break point occurred at the golden point - i.e. roughly at 61.803399% through the song!

Our Plans are Golden

How does all of this relate to The Medea Project you ask? Quite simple really. We as a band realised that early in our career (i.e. when playing covers is considered the norm) we would cover bands that complemented our own - what better a way to do it with by using bands that influenced us as well as incorporating the Golden Mean into the mix? Here's how we did it...

Take the modern English alphabet (used by the majority of our target audience). Assign numbers to letters as you would expect i.e. a=1, b=2 and so forth. We then took the first meaningful letter of our band name - M (ie The Medea Project – we would have used "T" but the "The" was too generic. Medea is the first meaningful word in the band name – check out our website address as an example). M translates into number 13. If you have a look at the progression above this means that we needed to cover bands beginning with U (i.e. 21) or H (i.e. 8). It was at this point that our drummer vetoed this method of implementing the Golden Mean as it was "too obvious". I personally think he just got scared when I suggested doing a Hanson a cover (what??? I think the chick in the band is hot hot hot!). Anyway he then suggested a more indirect approach – divide the first letters into 26 (the total letters in the alphabet) then average these two results as follows –

Eg)

The Medea Project = M = 13
13 / 26 = 0.5
System of a Down = S = 19
19 / 26 = 0.730769231


The resulting average of these two results (when using a band beginning with "S") is 0.615384615. As this figure approximates the Golden Mean with the same precision as if "U" was used in my initial method (see above), I accepted the drummer’s method and it was agreed by the band that we would cover bands that began with "S". It is for this reason that we have played Sepultura, System of a Down and Smashing Pumpkin covers.

Conclusion

The drummer mentioned has recently left the band, and this combined with the fact that this document is now in the public domain means that there is a possibility that we will start using the original method (i.e. resulting in using "U" or "H" bands) of incorporating the golden mean into our campaign … all I have to do is convince the new drummer to play Hanson covers.

For further reading on the power of the Golden Mean see these links-

http://www.halexandria.org/dward101.htm
http://www.vashti.net/mceinc/golden.htm

Sex, Ninja's and Rock 'n' Roll

Or why we don't do drugs, dune-camels and some really weird guy called Steve...
Your bad Papa D, well mainly, sort of, if you squint
By Brett Minnie

We'll it was a dark and stormy night..., no, no that's not quite right.

Let's try this again.'

It was an overcast, semi-drunk Splashy Saturday afternoon, well maybe evening, see semi-drunk statement, when discussing the merits of shock rock, coating midgets in marzipan and young, nubile athletic girl's breasts when a friend of mine (not Steve) pointed out that I, Sir dJ d3th n1gG4, master of all I survey, Slayer of many ants, detroyifiyer of hymens hunams, Grand-Supreme-Dire-Manga-Dark-Overlord of my pants (Michael Flatley moment, I apologise), someone else's pants ( was valid at the time, see nubile, athletic girl comment) and that other guy (Steve ?!?), could not truly be a Rockstar as I could not die in my own vomit at the age of 27 as I don't do drugs...

"What sayest thou foul infedel!!!", I screamed as I ran him through...

Sorry, the warm fuzzy delusions are creeping up on me again... (Like the commies that live in my shag-pile carpet, but that's another story all together...)

"What you say!!", scream the dear readers' voices in cacophonous unison. Truly Dean & myself, well mainly myself are naturally this cooked. To quote a great figure of arts-nobbling, felching and insurmountable bigotry "Drugs are bad, m'kay", and I've been able to maintain this healthy level of insanity rather easily and you could too if you follow this simple plan below :-

Me patented unsanity dietary whatsit...

• Sleep completely nekid on top of the duvet and get a bunch of cats to use you as a scratchy post during the night...
• Sleep for less than three hours a day, whenever possible forget to sleep, you need all the time available to get through this list.
• Wear woman's thongs, preferably backwards, it's very invigorating..
• Use only lower case cursive with no punctution on all you important written notes and documents, writing with your off-hand (left in my case) and then try decifer what you wrote a week or so later.
• Listen to the Ghost-Busters theme loud, whilst typing a rant for your web site...
  (Actually we could cover this as it was done by Sammy Davis jnr. Hmmm...)
• Live solely on a diet of coffee, cheese, cigarettes and biscuits.
• Develop an allergy to your own left foot, allergies to body hair are fun until some bastard pins you down and shaves you... (THIS HAS NEVER, I REPEAT, NEVER HAPPENED TO ME!!!)
• Date only woman called Stacy, are related to Stacy (Hmmm Stacy's Mom), have aerial bombardment capabilities, access to a nuclear silo and/or arsenal, give you gun racks as presents and are certifiably insane in any first world country. If you are unsure of this step, contact me, I'll give you some phone numbers...
• Never wear a pair of socks (If you can't get this write you need to get a sock eater bird to live in your tumble-dryer), wear an odd pair, or only one, or odd shoes, or one shoe actually prefrebly always wear no shoes.
• Play bass and Vocal for a rock band that classifies itself as a Musical Whore/Mongrel/Thingy
• Stuff
• More Stuff
• No Really I mean stuff, not stuff what or who, just stuff.
• Play the avatar mud (http://avatar.outland.org:3000) & party with the Characters Enda the World, and SnuSnu aka Death By.
• Pose really, really well, whilst pretending to be a poser...
• Learn Engrish
• Ask watrons for cheese and chutney milkshakes. If they get ansi, get damnright upset, hell they're infringing on your rights as a human. If someone actually makes you one, it'll be so worth paying for. (Cheese & Chutney makes a good sandwich right?)

Once you've managed to get this down, rinse well and repeat, then start alternating stuff around, like sleep on a naked duvet filled with cats and use yourself as a scratchy post. (You need to be quite fast and limber for this, so reader discretion is advised).

Right so you've got this far (hur, hur) and are probably wandering how this all relates to the title, well all shall be revealed in time, so now lets get on to the crux of the matter.

Sex:-

Ahh such a smutty word for such a smutty act, cause "Sex is Violence - Jane's Addiction". Right anthropology time, so get out those text books and notepads, have a screwdriver (notice the sexual connotation in this innocent drink's name) and bear with me. Questions will be answered in my bedroom after class, but only if you fit into my current fetishery requirements.

Firstly some postulations, these are nessecary for later:-

• The human is a social creature.
• The human is a sexual creature.
• Most of us fantasise about sex in a public place, so ultimatley we are smutty creatures too.
• Butter is not an effective lubricant, actually most dairy products in fact.
• I like toast.

As we are a primarly social, sexual animal, hence our penchant for orgies, the nessecity for copulatory acts are hard coded into the human genome. For those of you who didn't get what I just wrote I'll clarify myself.

It is perfectly acceptable for us to form a hypothesis that as an advanced sentient primate, and as self proclaimed masters of nature, yet not masters of our own, to assume that hard coded into the human DNA double helix is the gentic code for what for ease of reference we shall refer to as the "shag-anything" strand.

For some individuals (see Steve) this is unfortunatley a paryoxial condition where anything means, quite literally, two tits and a hole, heartbeat optional.

This strand is then further aided or abetted by the existence of the "beer-goggle" neural network. For some of the more unfortunate masses (see Jock footnote), the "self-preservation" neural inhibitor does not function at all. This neural inhibitor is commonly know as "drinkers droop" and whilst seen as a failure of our species by many, it is the body's way of saying "No way am I waking up next to that!", and we should revel in it for the following reasons:-

• Less ugly progeny.
• Less illegitimate ugly progeny.
• Actually less progeny, period. (I actually like babies, provided that they're not over-cooked.)
• Less fatal reportings of POD (Post Orgasmic Disgust)
• Less Trendy Assed Clubs (See Jock Footnote)

For those of us mutants whose nueral pathways have evolved to the point where we have completley eradicated the "shag-anything" and "beer-goggle" genetic strands, we have one marked benifit:-

• More hot, drunken farsical aquatic bints for us.

Now most of you are probably asking youreselves how the hell does this relate to The Medea Project (Long May Their Glory Reign), well I'll tell you if you stopped interupting.

Dean and Myself are male, we have documented medical certificates on this so no snotty comments, and as hot blooded (Well I'm not sure about Mr. Sir Parts of a Dean on this point) males we are easy, provided the given value is relevant and equates to true:

See the statement below for clarification.

if($male){ if($easy && $easy == true){ } }

Have a look at the following equation :-

Where:-

	is the degree of easyness
hot is the relative hotness of the given individual

drunk is the number of beverages imbibed by them
age their physical age (best results occure between 16 - 25)
h their physical height (for me being semi-dwarven about 5'4" is good)
cup Being relative breast size, C is good, I have big hands.

Whilst the equation will give you the relative easyness of a given male, it does not take into account factors such as, relative airspeed, humidature, whether or not we've found the rules for brag , wind chill factor, and how bad the eyes are watering. The equation that takes all these factors into account is about six pages long, and like the tempering of fine steel blades is more of a black art than a true science.

So we have a degree of male easiness the first part of a complex number set sitting somewhere between - ∞ and ∞, whilst this may accuratley graph most males, the fact that we are musicians (personally I prefer the term Noizician, but normally settle for "Shut up, you bloody loud barstard!"), we need to create a second variable. Artists are complex people so it is only fair that they be mapped by complex numbers.

Ok to create the second number we take the value of		and multiply it by the length of time since we last got some
in milliseconds GMT + 2HRS (You have to use your correct timezone for this to work) and get then route this product by the modulus of Post-Gig body Odour/ Sweat Level.

This gives us a second quasi

I refer to this as quasi as we still have to manipulate it a bit more. Take the second value, multiply it by the first and then add the difference between Latitude and Longditude of the given musicains last gig.

Now we have a set of numbers that is reffered to by the scientific community as the Sprogg Factorial.

This special number, while completley different to the Golden Mean, can then be used to accuratley trace any given musician via the trail of illegitimate hot babies. It is related somewhat to the k factor but thats not important at present.

Ninjas:-

Firstly some important facts:-

Ninja's are cool.

Ninja's are mammals.

Ninja's totally wail on guitar.

Ninja's flip out and kill people.

For a more scientific study on ninja's in their natural habitats visit http://www.realultimatepower.net/ as I don't have the time to go into explicit detail on them at the moment.

Ninja's are more dire super manga doom than any other mammal existence (except for maybe kung-fu cats, I have 3). If I could get a totally hot, blue-haired ('cause you've gotta have blue hair), ninja woman, you wouldn't see me until i smudged her outline (this is another story entirely).

But I digress completley, how Ninja's and The Medea Project (Long May Their Glory Reign) relate to each other is quite obvious for the well adjusted mind to discern. The truth be told, we are actually Ninja's on a secret world domination training mission, and this can be justified by the following commonly known facts about Ninja's in the wild:-

• We are always in really cool poses.
• Timing is everything.
• We totally wail on guitar.
• Occaisionally I totally flip out and kill people (See Quake III).

We have though not managed yet to die the totally horrible, mutilated death of a Ninja, by a stone-skinned deamon or a Mascara wearing freak carrying a Gourd of Sand on his back. Unfortunaltey this is due to our countries economic infrastructure, Stone Skinned Deamons not bieng a viable import commodity, the duties on them quite literally are hell, and our mascara wearing freaks are so soft they couldn't punch their way out of a wet paper bag. But we're working on it.

And finally to quote another Totally Awesome Super Secret Ninja, "always use your powers for awesome", and we sure do.

MEDEA AWESOME NO JITSU

The Rock 'n' Roll Bit:-

Firstly lets examine this term:-

Rock:-

1. to sway backwards and forwards
2. a portion of the earths crust caused by seismic compression of decaying animal matter

And:- Doesn't count its a conjunctive (Joining Word).

Roll:-

1. to move in a circular motion
2. to turn in on itself(creates a really gross (144?) mental image if you ask me)

Put into simple terms our music makes people sway and rupture things, which in turn causes them to die and due to geo-thermic compression and natural laws become part of the earths crust, which in turn rotates (rolls) on its own axis every 24 hrs earth std time... Get it?

It proves that as a band we are environmentally concious, and do our best to preserve the natural order of things.

Still don't believe us do you...

We're telling the truth...

Okay, we wanted to be be porn stars but due to the lack of decent soundtrack music, we formed a rock band, thus creating a three fold front.

1. Getting young, nubile actresses under the premise of groupies.
2. Getting signed to create the net capital required to start our own porn label.
3. We get to have decent soundtracks, not the indecent b-grade jazz associated with the industry.

Now do you believe us?

Good.

Dune-Camels, Jocks and Steve explained

Jocks

Time for more anthropology. White caucasian europeans are a cross strain between Homo-Sapien and Neandearthal man. Hence the diversity of racial features ect, whilst people like the Chinese are closer to pure strain Homo-Sapien. Unfortunatley when it comes to jocks, they are more of a genetic throwback to the Homo-Erectus period of mankinds development, and tend to have more in common with lesser primates than with the Homo-Sapien hybrids.

This can been seen in many areas of their social behavioral patterns.

• They temd to move in troops, the domininant male, being the one with the shiniest keys.
• They have underdeveloped communicative skills, chief sayings amongst them being "Of Course", and "Fully Bru".
• They have an amusing tendancy to try and mimic their more developed cousins, by trying to do things like walking upright
• They have an annoying habit of scratching their genitalia and then sniffing their fingers afterwards.
• Digital watches, chinos and golf shirts. Enough said.

They tend to congregate in "safe" herd areas, often with bad lighting and primitive repetitive music, and feel very threatend when a "purer" strain of human breeding shows up, often staring at them to make them feel uncomfortable, and hopefully drive them off, if this doesn't work taking a hunting party to eradicate this threat. (3 Tow truck drivers vs 1 vegetarian pacifist is always a fair fight). They possess only a rudimentary sense of humor (fart or dick jokes) and have no basic mathematical ability.

Dune-Camels

Well where to begin. The dune camels natural cycle is predominatley a nocturnal one, and they generally can be found anywhere there is alchohol and soft ambient lighting. Often weighing in at over 180 pounds, this species which is no-where near enough to extinction, often prey on the unsuspecting. Fortunatley most of the time this tends to be genital scratching jocks, but they have been reported to infiltrate more select establishments from time to time. Be warned they are a menace to our asthetic sanity and when one is found they should be carefully herded away by bright light, of which they seem to be very afraid.

The only plausible solution to the Dune-Camel blight invading our land is to mate them with Dolphins, which are one of the few only other creatures known to indulge in sexual activity for pleasure. Dolphins would not complain about the fishy smell, and the offspring would produce a race of land mammals, that taste good with mayonaisse (This sounds appetising, which is disturbing as I am a Vegitarian).

Another solution is to mate them off with Jocks to create a race of super untelligent, but unfortunatley not docile, camel jockeys, but their are already enough Camel Jockies and Camel Jockey Haters, so this market is unfortunatley full.

Well thats all I have time for at the moment, so Sianora for now.

OOOh paint chips, my favourite

Brett

Bring out the GIMP.

By Dean Christie

Our research into the habits that create success in the rich and powerful shows that firm goals and active policy to rally stakeholders is necessary. It is for this reason that I will outline our Global Intentional Manipulation Plan ( GIMP - not to be confused with my treatise of the same name that deals with Galactic Inter-dimensional Merger Proposals - A case study of hostile take-overs in galactic inter-dimensional corporate finance).

Fifty years ago Singapore was little more than a colonial memory of times when Britain was Great. The economy was barely worth remark and most people recognised it, if at all, as a stopping point on the way to the East or Australia. Today it stands as an economic powerhouse with one of the world's highest per capita incomes. This wasn't the result of the discovery of vast natural resources but merely through the correct development and utilisation of human resources. As a westerner and born capitalist / democrat I would expect this kind of turn around to driven by democracy and a free market. The reality however is that this kind of turn-around can only be achieved by a firm, yet benevolent, dictatorial style of government. The government used all mechanisms at its disposal to craft an economy that could survive and even thrive while others stagnated. While it is true that the average Singaporean leads a narrowly defined and limited way of life (by western standards), consider the benefits. There is a high standard of living, crime is well below western norms as is unemployment. Who needs freedom of speech when there is nothing to complain about? Would you prefer your spouse to be killed and the right to complain about it or not having him/her being killed in the first place?

My point is this: People don't require freedom of choice and social liberties as much they require food, housing, wealth, safety and a few of the finer things in life. Sometimes it is necessary to remove social liberties in order to provide them. At its core, this is the philosophy behind GIMP. We are in the process of using all methods known to us (see rant - The Golden Mean, World Domination and the MMMBop Song aka Why the bands we cover start with "S") to gain a popular following and large audiences for our material. The next step is to convince people to actually think about the lyrical content and perhaps gain some insight into ourselves, themselves and the world around them. That's what GIMP really is - Making people buy our merchandise so that they can think about it! Forcing them to do so something which they will benefit from! Wait a minute…

The men in the white suits are coming back. Why is that man wearing black leather clothes with a matching hood, and where did he get those fantastic boots?

The 25 Hour Day.

By Dean Christie

I, much like the rest you I suppose, paid very little attention to the slogan of Nestle's Bar One chocolate bar. It seems innocuous enough at first glance but things are start getting a little disturbing if you dig somewhat deeper. I myself only recently stumbled upon this revelation whose explanation requires a briefing on the background leading to my epiphany.

It all started about a month ago when one of my friends (who I will refer to simply as Papa D in order to protect his/her/its anononimity - the his/her/it isn't part of the cover protection btw - I just really don't know). Anyway, Papa D's place comes equipped with a Beeropoly Board (mine actually) as well as a Jacuzzi so it follows that debaucherous parties are the norm rather than the exception. It wasn't terribly surprising that I spent time there imbibing alcohol and charming the ladies present with my keen wit and flair (read getting pissed and trying not to spew while all the girls laughed at me). The problem with getting totally hammered (as some students of the art will confirm) is that it plays havoc on sleeping patterns. I ended up sleeping the rest day because I had a severe headache (probably from something I ate) and waking up around 3pm. Since then I've been trying to normalise by sleep schedule but until now I've had next to no success. I have however noted during my altered state of conscience that I've been slipping gradually towards a slightly later waking hour each day. This has caused me no small amount of concern. I've never been the most regular of sleepers but I've always kept my waking hours within a pretty narrow zone. Why now would I be slipping further and further into daytime slumbering? At first I thought it was simply coincidental but after a month of this wouldn't my body have adapted to the new daytime schedule?

I began to suspect that I was part of some kind of experiment. I wouldn't like to suggest it was governmental (I mean c'mon - organise experiments?) or ... otherworldly in nature. But is has to be. Who else would have the resources to take over Swiss food giant Nestle Incorporated and introduce the concept of a 25 hour day? Maybe we really DO have a 25 hour day with 1 hour set aside for anal treatments! Damn - subversive mind control is their bag! The more I consider it the more plausible it seems. I have family and friends expressing concern / snide remarks at my daylight dozing - they are tools and helpless puppets to the Swiss based greys! Going back to the Bar One television advertisement - remember the fire-fighters discussing their caffeine intake? Brotherly camaraderie? A grotesque display of pent up homo-eroticism? Actually not sure how this relates to the aliens ... but it was kinda weird wasn't it?

Anydangway, I'm pretty sure that Nestle is run by visitors - prolly controlling the whole country! Doesn't surprise me that they have a declining population, what with the fondness for displays of pent up homo-eroticism. Its smells to me like "they" are here to screw us. I mean "Nestle Inc. - Bar One" isn't an anagram for "Alien Boner Scent" for no reason.

P.S. I am writing this after staying up the whole night (as usual) as well as the whole day. As yet I have not encountered any aliens or Swiss lurking in my bedroom. But then - if my memory was altered how would I know?