Celestials – EP

Celestials is the first EP released by P.S. Clinen, under the name Pinnacle Tricks. It is free to download and listen to on Bandcamp. I’m so excited to share this with everyone, music has been a huge part of my life more many years but this is the first time I’ve released my stuff to the public.

Listen here:

These ten songs wander through art rock, psychedelia, blues and folk; concluding with the three part movement: Epoch – A Celebration of Life which looks to tell the Creation / Christ narrative in Acts of Amber (form), Embers (life) and Umbra (darkness).

© 2022 All words, music and mistakes by P.S. Clinen

Cover art by Edie McCrystal

Track Listing and Lyrics shown below:


In the Melancholy Coffee House

Vocals, Electric Guitars, Bass, Tambourine – Pinnacle Tricks

Press down
Turn up your frown
My sweet cherry
Melancholy

Ain’t done yet, the devil got hold on me
Ma told me, don’t mess with the monster
Black as hell, a bitter cup
Strong as death and sweet as love

Stick ’round
I’m coming down
Tamper the blues
Brew for a brood

Ain’t done yet, the devil won’t keep me
Father he told me that Jesus’ll save
Black as hell, a bitter cup
Strong as death and sweet as love

Ain’t done yet, the Sweet Lord’ll save me
Sister she said now, stand straight and look up
Black as hell, a bitter cup
Strong as death and sweet as love


Heliosphere

Vocals, 12-String Guitar, Electric Guitars, Bass, Tambourine – Pinnacle Tricks

Moon don’t care with her rictus grin
Catch your ride on the solar wind
For free

Watch yourself, there’s plenty of room
Make sure you don’t tread where the flowers a’bloom
Or else

Well, where have you been?
When there ain’t no place you’ve gotta be?
And where will you go?
When everywhere’s a big load of nothin’ now?

I’d say it’s about time to live
A half past whatever, a quarter to star

Head’s hurtin’ with the infinite
Where do you memories go when you forget them?
Slipstream in the madness
The greatest gift is from God above

Well here’s the long and short and I think you know
It’s death and it’s life, no to and fro
Ahh – blink and you’ll miss it, baby


Stained Glass

Vocals, Acoustic Guitars, Electric Guitars, Piano, Bass, Drums – Pinnacle Tricks

Rose lens / Halcyon

Days gone / Better then
Past lies / Future dry
“The present is best!” the hubris decry

A muted sorrow
Continues to follow

Rose lens / Halcyon

Rain begins / Once a friend
Now volley and strike; wrest and rend
Always a stranger
Never alone
Reasons for joy
But never my own

Rose lens / Halcyon


Birds of Paradise

Vocals, 12-String Guitar, Electric Guitars, Strings, Bass, Tambourine – Pinnacle Tricks

Lek ‘fore a bower
Beetles and coins
Dance in a whirl of leaves

Blood on a cross
Crest for a plume
Dream until I believe

Watch with a magpie fascination
Warble her name and squabble for fame
Top of the tree only reaches so far
And I’m just one other star

Please see me please
Please give me what I want
Please see me please
Please tell me I’m enough


Saturn in Locrian / Ceres in Lydian

Piano, Back-Masked Piano – Pinnacle Tricks

Bird Calls – Masked Lapwings

(instrumental)


Straw Man

Vocals, Electric Guitars, Organ, Bass, Percussion – Pinnacle Tricks

Watch the people in their screens
They sure know how to strike a light
And so fixed upon their decree
They’d die on the hill with their echoes and rights

Watch them chase the man of straw
Who stand in the crosshairs, burden your flaw
Not living life, or playing a game
And watch their gas light burst into flame

You think your sorrows would be fixed
If we closed our eyes and followed your lies
That ain’t it, you can’t catch a trick
May be yours but it ain’t mine

Watch them chase the man of straw
Over the fields and through the storm
Not living life, or playing a game
There fire up their gas lights and burst into flame

Whistle in dark
Narrow the path
Choked with thorns
Hard to find

Whistle in dark
Narrow the path
You and I
Repay in kind

Watch them chase the man of straw
Over the fields and through the storm


The Kids Are Growing Up

Vocals, Acoustic Guitars, Woodwinds, Tambourine – Pinnacle Tricks

They’re hunting eggs on Easter Sunday
No pocket money, bills to pay
Merry Christmas, happy day
You just tell ’em, go away

Wheels are broke, bombs are falling
And sometimes you’ll have to leave

The galaxy sometimes happens
Your problems never bigger than
Scuff your knee and smell the grass
The slowest days are quick to pass

Wheels are broke, bombs are falling
And sometimes you’ll have to leave


Mint Cigarettes

Slide Guitar, Percussion – Pinnacle Tricks

(instrumental)


Gallows Humour

Vocals, Electric Guitars, Bass, Tambourine – Pinnacle Tricks

Woke this morning
Saw the sky dark with a vale of tears
Woke this morning
The sky hung over me full of rain
My baby’s gone, the bed is cold next to me I fear

I heard her crying
On the otherside of our bedroom wall
Yeah I heard her crying
Echoes behind that bathroom door
Well baby, what can I do now to make it better?
She said, Let go – I’m already gone

I found a rope
And my baby won’t say what it’s for
Said I found a rope
And I pray I don’t know what’s for
She drove away in the dark night I heard them tyres roar

My heart is helpless
Strength failing every day
Yeah my heart is helpless
My strength failing further every day
Don’t shuffle off that mortal coil, baby
I’m alone, and I need you here


Epoch – A Celebration of Life

Vocals, Electric Guitars, 12-String Guitar, Slide Guitar, Piano, Bass, Chants, Tambourine, Percussion – Pinnacle Tricks
Beepy GameBoy Noises spat out of a laptop speaker. Demon Saturn Winds from NASA website.

Act I – Amber

Ex nihilo
Ex nihilo
Ex nihilo
Ex nihilo

Wandering star
Born of chaos
Scatter the pollen
In my image

Act II – Embers

Speak to me now, through the flames and trees
Through thunder claps and summer freeze
This life is yours now with a world to yield
And let us go into the field

Why are you incensed? / Why has your face fallen?
Why are you incensed? / Why has your face fallen?

Rivers flow now, free of toil
And harvest rich of prudent soil
Your life is mine now, with a knife to wield
Brother, let us go into the field

Where is your brother? / I ain’t his keeper
Where is your brother? / I ain’t his keeper

Suum cuique
Suum cuique
Suum cuique
Suum cuique

Act III – Umbra

Here, dance the husks of men through the fire and ash
And here, stretch the shadows of men through the dark-led dance

In dust, too dry to rot
In rust, nothing left to burn

To dusk-woven death
The cinders lost to the moths

The fire burns
The fire cracks
Like beetle wings
Crack and come anew

Consumatuum est – Gloria!
Consumatuum est – Gloria!

They’re crouching at the door
From mouth a sword of thorns
My sad and suffering, gone away

You’d take your hell
And you’d put it in a hand basket
With daisy chains and pretty lies

Strike the heel and crush ’em underfoot
I know that you’ve already won

Strike the heel and crush ’em underfoot
Your mighty work’s already done

Consummatum est – Gloria!
Consummatum est – Gloria!
Consummatum est – Gloria!
Consummatum est – Gloria!

Published by P. S. Clinen

Official website of Australian author and artist, P.S.Clinen. He has published two novels - Tenebrae Manor and The Will of the Wisp, as well as the illustrated poem A Boy Named Art. His most recent release is a poetry collection Vignettes - An Anthology. All of his works are available to purchase on Amazon. Check back often for more by this author, including poetry, short stories and other updates.