The "Pearl" Project

(“My parents gave me provisions and sent me forth from our home in the east." ... "And they took off my bright robe of glory, which they had made for me out of love, and took away my purple toga, which was woven to fit my stature."-The Hymn of the Pearl)

Pearl

Before light and darkness and forms and shapes
Before reason and purpose
Before pleasure and pain and direction and time
A voice was heard above all... Below all...

And so, one single soul... then one more...
Then many
Set out on a journey, with a task:
To seek out the light that splinters the darkness
To search for the secret.
The sacred.
The Pearl.


Copyright: dp, 2000

These lyrics are samples from depresleys’ next project. The work title (“The Pearl”) is taken from the Pearl Hymn found in the Gnostic gospel of Thomas.

The theme of the Pearl Hymn is that of a person's journey through life. It tells of a young prince who is sent out on a long, dangerous journey down to Egypt. His parents, the “Mistress of the East” and her husband the “Royal One of Royal Ones,” lay on him the task of finding and retrieving the "One Pearl", which is guarded by a giant snake.

While in Egypt, the young man forgets his task as he adopts the habits of the Egyptians. He eats their food, dresses and acts like they do, and soon he forgets who he really is.

Seeing this, his parents send a messenger to remind him of his royal background, and what is expected of him. Touched by their love, he finds the Pearl, and heads eastwards. Arriving at his parent’s house, he is again dressed in the royal robes, which he used to wear all those years ago. Now, he is once again a prince, only he is wiser, more experienced, and endowed with a perfect knowledge of himself, and his own capacities.

I realize that this hymn is being interpreted differently by different people, and that several schools of philosophy/religion claim a stake in it. But since nobody really knows it's origin (other than where it was found), we use it as a basis to tell a story that could relate to any of us as we try to deal with daily life. We all face hopes, dreams, tragedies, and victories. "Egypt" in our version has become Los Angeles, though it could've been just anywhere. "Egyptian food" and way of life might as well be drugs and gang bandanas... The messenger/bird could be a person who, maybe "out of nowhere," shows up in one's life, setting things straight simply by being there. The symbols might be different, but the true and deeper meaning remains the same.

("They made a covenant with me and wrote in my heart so I would not forget: "When you go down into Egypt and bring back the One Pearl which lies in the middle of the sea and is guarded by the snorting serpent, you will again put on your robe of glory and your toga over it, and with your brother, our next in rank, you will be heir in our kingdom" -The Hymn of the Pearl)

By Day... By Night...   (Part 1)

The road ahead is steep and narrow
Still I will have to go
By day, the sun lights up my way
By night... the shadows grow

To the North you cannot turn - a howling wind's awaiting...
To the South - you will get burned. Death waits beneath the raging sun...
Neither shall your trail lead East -
You'd be right back where you started from...

Copyright: dp, 2000

“E tenebris lux” - in English: “from darkness to light”, or “through the darkness”. This motto is the core of The Pearl story: enlightenment. Not just philosophical understanding or religious beliefs. True understanding comes by applying one's ideas in real life, gaining experience. And, as we all know (or eventually will learn), experience often comes with pain. In order to be able to show empathy, we must know how it feels to suffer.

This lyric represents the beginning of the journey. As the new day dawns, the main character opens his eyes and realizes that there is no turning back...

("I left the east and went down with my two royal envoys, since the way was dangerous and harsh and I was very young to walk alone." -The Hymn of the Pearl)

E Tenebris... Lux

Dawn...
All things created are about to claim form
Shapes appear before my eyes,
Cosmos from Chaos . . .
The calm after the storm

And here I am
Almost present in a twilight world
Each shadow's growing pale...
Black
Then gray, until they disappear entirely
Driven back by the force of the sun
By the light that will bring on the first day of my journey

Dawn...
Another beginning
And I know I can never again look back

Copyright: dp, 2000

("Then I put on a robe like theirs lest they suspect me as an outsider who had come to steal the pearl; lest they arouse the serpent against me. But some how they learned I was not their countryman, and they dealt with me cunningly and gave me their food to eat." -The Hymn of the Pearl)

As I've already mentioned, "Egypt" could be just anywhere. In this case we've chosen Los Angeles to be the place where the main character will face his tribulations...

Every Whisper

Welcome to the jungle
To the place of your dreams
Where every whisper
Ends up as a scream

You look'em in the eyes, you don't look away
If you wanna survive on the streets of LA!
There are games you simply gotta learn how to play. . .

Welcome to the jungle
Where the strongest survive
Where they take no prisoners
Never alive.

Take it to the limit, and then take it beyond
You've gotta think on your feet
'Cause you'll be on the run
If you wanna go blind, stare at the sun
And if you wanna have fun. . . pack a gun

Welcome to the jungle
You may walk right in
We've been waiting for you
We're about to begin

I have seen the victims. . . you don't wanna be another
If you don't plan to go all the way, then you needn't even bother
There are games you simply gotta learn how to play
If you wanna survive on the streets of LA!

Welcome to the jungle
Let me get this across
Get ready for the change
You’ll become one of us

Forget about whomever, or whatever you were
Don’t you ever look back cause you’re no longer there
If you wanna belong, you’d better learn to obey
The rules of the games we play on the streets of LA
There are games you simply gotta learn how to play. . .
If you wanna survive on the streets of LA!

Copyright: dp, 2000

As our main character settles in "Egypt", he becomes certain that the sky is the limit and that he can do no wrong. It will change...

("I forgot that I was a son of kings, and served their king. I forgot the pearl for which my parents had sent me." -The Hymn of the Pearl)

Singularity

The race against time is what attracted me
To this living in the fast lane
When all my emotions form a singularity
I'm raised high above mortal pain
I'm riding high, and I'm aiming even higher
Invincible, as the gods of the Greek

These are the ultimate emotions
A Big Bang... then the implosion
All of me form a singularity...

The race against myself... the crowd is getting thinner
I'm getting ready for the perfect thrill
If I loose, I will be gone - but I'm a winner
I've been so far, and I always will!
I'm climbing high... I will conquer every mountain
What lies below doesn't matter to me

These are the ultimate emotions
A Big Bang... then the implosion
All of me form a singularity...
I will take on Mt. Olympus
And I will come out victorious!
All of me form a singularity...

The race is on against the powers of heaven
Only immortality is good enough for me
Should I be numbered among the unforgiven
I'll take care of it myself... wait and see!
I'm riding high, and I'm aiming even higher
Invincible, as the gods of the Greek

These are the ultimate emotions
A Big Bang... then the implosion
All of me form a singularity...
I will take on Mt. Olympus
And I will come out victorious!
All of me form a singularity...

I'm a god on Mt. Olympus!
Worship me!

Copyright: dp, 2000

"Firefly" finds our guy pretty strung out, probably on drugs. Or maybe he's simply going mad because life in "Egypt" is too much for him and he can't keep up with his own lifestyle. Probably both...

Firefly

Is that a firefly, an angel, or a star?
I cannot tell... it's too far
There are dancing spots of light before my eyes
As I look up into the sky

I can look but I am not allowed to touch
I cannot mend it, though it's broken
Sometimes I reach out for it... I want it so much!
But it'll slip away...

Is that a thunderstorm, or is that your voice?
I cannot hear for all the noise
I am pretty sure there is somebody there
Or is that my heartbeat that I hear?

I was standing on the threshold of a dream
When someone told me "please, come in"
But once I got inside there was no place to hide
So I just could not help
Revealing all about myself...

Is that a firefly, and angel, or a plane?
Am I about to go insane?
Has anybody got some answers to spare?
I've got my questions right here

It's growing dark. Is that a tiny spark of light?
Am I trapped in some eternal night?
Would someone please be kind enough to lend a hand
I want it all to end!
I want it all...

Copyright: dp, 2000

Now things look rather bleak... Depression and a feeling of hopelessness sets in. But as the shadows grow darker, our man still has a vague feeling that there's a dawn coming.

Abyss

Stumbling around
In the Valley of the Shadow of the Deepest Darkness
Indifferent to everything that used to be for real
I’m seeking out the darker places
Eager to find out what they conceal

Inward…
Downward…

There is shelter in the shadows
There is pleasure in the numbness
With eyes open I seek blindness
And I’ll take poison as part of every meal

No longer my own master
No longer in control
I hope that I will make it
Thru the long, lonesome hours
Of the dark night of the soul…

Copyright: dp, 2000

Once you been through the "Valley of the Shadow of the Deepest Darkness" you are either dead, or a wiser person. You no longer can be indifferent to your own position. This is a time for reflection, and for looking for a way out of the abyss.

Ripples

Ripples on the water
The traces of what used to be
Footprints in the dust
It’s all that’s left after me

On the day I was born
Somebody died
We’re like castles of sand
Swept away by the tide

The answer to the riddle
The keys that would unlock the door
I held them for a while
Now I’m not so sure anymore

Tell me, where should I turn?
Where can I seek advice?
Should I return to the east
Where the sun rises?
To the Queen of the East
Who dwells in the sunrise…
Where can I go for advice..?

Ripples on the water
Echoes in empty halls
From afar I can hear
Distant voices that call

When I open my eyes
What will I see?
When my name is erased
Who will remember me?

When my name is erased
Who will remember me?
Please, somebody answer me!

Copyright: dp, 2000

It actually has been known to happen: Out of the blue you meet somebody, and there is an instant feeling of sympathy between the two of you. It could be "love at first sight," or it could be a feeling of "recognition," as if you just met an old and very dear friend. And, if this happens, there might be some deeper meaning and reasons behind it...

("And serving as messenger the letter was a letter sealed by the king with his right hand against the evil ones, the children of Babel and the savage demons of Sarbug. It rose up in the form of an eagle, the king of all winged fowl; it flew and alighted beside me, and became speech. At its voice and the sound of its rustling I awoke and rose from my sleep. I took it, kissed it, broke its seal and read."-The Hymn of the Pearl)

Riddles of the Past

By the way she was smiling
I would’ve recognized her in any crowd
Appearing like a raven
Her words were whispers
And the rolling of a thundercloud

She unveiled my heart
Linking past with present…

By the sound of her laughter
I could’ve sworn that I’d heard her voice before
And forever after
She’s been a part of my personal folklore

She unveiled my past
The purpose of my journey
Though it all happened fast
It’s etched into my memory…

Her eyes… deep and brown
Revealed the beauty of her soul
Her voice… the way it sounded as she spoke…
Made my only wish to be that I could follow her forever

When she barely touched my hand
Just like the tender touch of a butterfly
Then I had no more demands
I’d follow her beneath the earth… above the sky

She unveiled my past
The whole purpose of my journey
Though it all happened fast
It’s etched into my memory…

She unveiled my heart
Linking past with present…
From the very start
She was meant to be mine…
She was meant to be mine…

Copyright: dp, 2000

Our man is about to wake up, getting ready to take the leap from being an egocentric, powder-sniffing, sleepwalking zombie, to becoming a mature, though scarred, human being. The "message" is about to get through to him. But, there are still sacrifices to be made...

Sober

The strangest things are happening,
I can't explain,
I just gotta follow in the footsteps in front of me

As I wake up from the deepest sleep,
Feeling empty and hollow,
There is still a fragment of a dream alive in me

As if calling from a distant place, she appeared,
Or so it seemed to me…
She opened up my eyes and showed me what to see

Painful as it was, I saw myself - or rather images of
Shadows dancing on the wall
I couldn’t breathe at all

I know I cannot turn away from my experience
I cannot undo what I know has taken place
Within my head there is an open field...
I'm by the fence...
I will be crossing over as soon as I behold her face

There is a shadow I've been following
Or does it follow me?
I've sort of grown accustomed to it being there

Day by day... growing darker
Prohibiting me from seeing where I am, or who I am
Then she appeared!

She brought the daylight...
Lit my world at midnight
Pointed out to me the way out of this maze

Waking up... she is gone
The shadow... growing even darker
Still, in my mind, I see the image of her face

I know I cannot turn away from my experience
I cannot undo what I know has taken place
Within my head there is an open field...
I'm by the fence...
I will be crossing over as soon as I behold her face

Copyright: dp, 2000

When you're in love - not just in lust, but really caring about another person - you are willing to do things you'd never thought you'd do just in order to please that person. Probably the hardest of all is opening up, showing your true self, and then be willing to permanently change for the better.

Diagnosed With Love

The truth of the moment
I’ve been diagnosed with love
There’s no cure as far as I know

Precautions and vaccines…
I took them all
So at an outbreak of love, I wouldn’t fall

The truth of the moment
I’ve been diagnosed with you
And there’s nothing anyone can do

But I won’t complain
At least for now
‘Cause I experience no pain!

I have been diagnosed, I know!
Soon my condition will show
I am not dying…
I’ve just been diagnosed with love

I’m not denying
This is the moment of truth
I have been diagnosed with you

I’m not complaining
No reason to
Just ‘cause I’m smitten with you…

I have been diagnosed, I know!
Soon my condition will show
I am not dying…
I’ve just been diagnosed with love
I’ve just been diagnosed with love

Copyright: dp, 2000

And so, the transformation has begun...

("And the words written on my heart were in the letter for me to read. I remembered that I was a son of Kings and my free soul longed for its own kind. I remembered the pearl for which I was sent down into Egypt -The Hymn of the Pearl))

The Weight

As I look in the mirror
I don't see what I used to see
Still I’m the same

And the image in the mirror
Is staring back at me
Is this some game?

I might have been walking the forbidden path
Not looking forward to the aftermath
Now the weight of the moment's coming
Crashing down on me...

I've been a stranger
I’ve been gazing up at strange skies
In oblivion

But, today I recognized part of myself
In a stranger's eyes

She came, seeking me
From beyond the light
Brought the dawn to my eternal night
And now, the weight of the moment's coming
Crushing down on me...

Copyright: dp, 2000

It is now time for the final showdown with the darker forces within. This is something all of us will have to face, I believe, if we wish to walk toward "enlightenment", or deeper insight into who we really are. If we do not stand up to this challenge, we'll remain ignorant of our potential. Like any other animal.

("...and I began to enchant the terrible and snorting serpent." -The Hymn of the Pearl)

The Enemy

I've been waiting a very long time
For this moment to arrive
It's not as if I've been looking forward to it
I hope I'll come out of it alive...

Before the eyes of the Enemy, I roll the dice
Into the arms of the Enemy... with open eyes

I've been trying to remember
'Cause it's so easy to forget
That, in order to cross over on the other side
I must turn my back to the sunset

Before the eyes of the Enemy, I roll the dice
Into the arms of the Enemy... with open eyes

I've fought the dragon in my mind... In my dreams...
And now I'm facing it for real
I know that I cannot back down, or turn around
Facing this enemy it's all about:
Kill, or get killed!

Before the eyes of the Enemy, I roll the dice
Into the arms of the Enemy... with open eyes

Copyright: dp, 2000

(" Their filthy and impure garment I stripped off leaving it in the fields, and directed my way into the light of our homeland, the east. On my way the letter that awakened me was lying on the road."-The Hymn of the Pearl)

(" I seized the pearl and turned to carry it to my Father."-The Hymn of the Pearl)

By Day... By Night...  (Part 2)

Years ago, I walked this road
Much has changed since then
The child has grown...
Though scarred and beaten... I am now a man

To the North you cannot turn - a howling wind's awaiting...
To the South - you will get burned. Death waits beneath the raging sun...
Neither shall your trail lead West -
You'd be right back where you started from...

The road ahead, if I prevail,
Will take me to my home
I hope I'm recognized by those I love,
Too long I've roamed

You were sent out from the East - brought up not to falter
And even though you didn't know, you never were alone
You did well to kill the beast, and you will bring the pearl back home...

Copyright: dp, 2000  

Words Colliding

Words Colliding

America was born one Thursday evening when the beat movement collapsed under the weight of its arrogance, chewing on its own guts, believing it had reached the peak of Western culture as black clad monks tripped on mescaline and proclaimed answers to a riddle, the one the old Greeks, in all their wisdom, expressed in high-flying utterances,

                   words colliding

some claimed to have discovered the First Principle—the perfect, un-embodied,unchanging, and atemporal Truth—only to have it stolen by the Church, which changed it into an impersonal,

invisible

and UNAPPROACHABLE God—a God who

would never fit the strict code of morphine-shooting, heroin-snorting, and pot-smoking hipsters armed with an exalted vocabulary and a heavenly language, who gathered in smoke-filled clubs in New York and San Francisco, unaware of a movement that would soon shake the ground on which they stood;

                                a movement created by long haired kids who had little regard for their parent’s music—the smooth, cool backbeat rhythms of jazz—that had been the symbol of rebellion against a society that would never be hip to the cats who hung out in venues that now were about to receive their own sons and daughters and electric guitars and dreams of peace; dreams triggered by an unwinnable war that took place in a jungle far from the clubs where beatniks still recited poetry

              and snapped fingers

                   and looked inward

                        and shot up,

and died of coolness… and heroin,

     blind to the wave of bra-burning free loving teenagers in bell-bottoms, who had not yet been numbed by their father’s drugs of choice,

                     nor been confused by Dr. Leary’s cosmic visions; the visions of a god who demands nothing, except that thou

         turneth on,

              tuneth in,

                   and droppeth out,

              nor fueled  by the opiate-clouded dreams of the Beats, but by smoke from burned draft cards and flying freak flags, which confused hipster parents who, in a not too far future, would embrace Nixon as he shook hands with Chairman Mao in a photo-op that was drenched  in the blood of thirty million Chineseintellectuals and peasants who had stood in the way as progress created theperfect society—a PEOPLE’S PARADISE basking in the light of the rising Sun

Melancholy and the Creative Mind

        Raise your hand if you believe there is a positive link between creativity and depression. If you think an artist benefits from periods of melancholy. I bet many of you would raise your hand if I asked; after all, one only needs to look at Vincent van Gogh or Kurt Cobain to find examples of "troubled geniuses," and there are plenty more where that came from. Personally I believe it's nothing but a myth, at least the benefits part, and I speak from experience.

        The human psyche comes in many shapes and forms. We are born into this world, not as blank slates, but with partly pre-programmed DNA (new findings in the area of epigenetics make this more interesting than ever). Our environment begins to work us over as soon as we arrive and, as we develop, our habits and thought patterns push us along toward who we will become in the end. The only sure thing one can say about life is that it is unpredictable. None of us can avoid the surprises that are tossed in our way; illness and accidents, broken promises, incidents in the lives of our loved ones... all we can do is try to prepare for the blows.

        The boxer Cassius Clay/Muhammad Ali was famous for leaning against the ropes in order to minimize the impact of the punches he received. The ropes were flexible, and they made him bounce back again and again after he had been hit. The tactic made him a champion. Nevertheless, innumerable blows to his head probably triggered his present crippling Parkinson's Disease. Psychologically, many of us do our best to bounce from life's ropes. Some blows are harder than others, and not all of us are "Cassius Clays." And, even if we were, damage may have been done. A recent study shows that almost once every hour one US veteran decided to end his/her life last year (22 per day). 70% of them were over 50, so they may have lived for decades in emotional agony. "Ropes" may have helped them bounce back, but, deep on the inside, something dark and paralyzing grew. Something that did not encouraged creativity but, rather, placed them in an emotional limbo.

        In his 2012 book The Wisdom of Psychopaths: What Saints, Spies, and Serial Killers Can Teach Us About Success Kevin Dutton argues that those who aim for our society's highest peaks  -- whether it be in business, politics, or medicine -- would do well if they score high on the Psychopathic Personality Inventory (PPI) scale. In order to climb to the top one has to be able (and willing) to push others down without being bothered by feelings of regret or remorse. I personally know people who swear by that theory, and I cringe by the moral code it represents. In my opinion caring about others, including worrying, is one of humans kind's finest attributes. Developing empathy comes with a price, though. Parents lie awake at night, hoping their kids are okay, and a spouse worries about his/her partner's well-being. Worrying is as natural to most of us as laughter and joy. Anxiety, on the other hand, especially if present over time, easily leads to depression. Not sadness. Sadness is a natural and healthy emotion. Depression is beyond sadness; it paralyzes and numbs the human spirit. Some people begin to cut themselves in order to get out of this emotional vacuum; to feel something. Or to feel something less frightening than what depression brings with it.

        Sensitive people, people who score low on the PPI scale, often struggle with messy feelings. It usually takes a sensitive mind to create good art. Now, remember, correlation does not necessarily mean causation; a sensitive person may suffer from anxiety and/or depression, but it's not the disorder that makes the person creative. On the contrary, whatever greatness comes from a troubled mind develops in spite of these damaging emotions. A personal crisis may be turned into a fruitful experience, and out of such an experience beauty or greatness may grow in the form of a painting, a poem, or a piece of music. Most of the time, however, little will happen until after the crisis is over and the artist has regained some kind of emotional control. Let's kill the myth.

depresleys

depresleys is more than a band. It's a project. No, it is a lifestyle. A gravitational center, out of which, if you get sucked in, you will never escape. At least not unscathed.

What kind of black hole occupies the center of the depresleys universe is a mystery. We--the dp's--have tried to figure it out for years without success. All we know is that we've found some kind of source that keeps offering up inspiration and creativity enough that we've been able to get through the "less pleasurable" periods of our careers. And, after all is said and done, what's important, what we will leave behind, are the songs. We have accumulated quite a number... last time we counted there were 322 of them. 322 original dp creations that live and breathe and demand a life of their own. Perhaps that is the answer to the mystery? What has a stronger gravitational pull than art itself? It is a good answer. We like it.

Brother (That Is Freedom Talking)

Brother, that is freedom talking
Brother, that's a rebel yell
Shackled feet, unfit for walking
If you never tried it's hard to tell

Brother that is freedom talking
Echoes reaching distant ears
Brother, that is freedom talking
Bringing out our deepest, darkest fears

Winds blew across seven seas
They carried ships and men and guns
Brothers became enemies
Fathers turned against their sons

Brother that is freedom talking
Echoes reaching distant ears
Brother, that is freedom talking
Bringing out our deepest, darkest fears

Nations sold as property
Centuries of exploitation
Applied superiority
The rise of many mighty nations

Brother that is freedom talking
Echoes reaching distant ears
Brother, that is freedom talking
Bringing out our deepest, darkest fears

Everything comes to an end
Empires will fall apart
Twigs and trunks shake and bend
Circles tend to end up where they start

Brother that is freedom talking...