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(And that, was how human society started:
Lonely and futile cycles.)
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Simizolam
05:50
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(Beams of sunlight laid on the opposite side of the street. Humid air foretold an upcoming rainfall, while the thick clouds sneaked behind the slits of buildings. Through the thinnest parts of the clouds, the morning sun struggled to deliver the last bit of glow onto this city. A city of fatigue. A city plagued with numbness.
The queue of patients seemed not to have moved.
In a mere minute, the city grew darker. The rain had yet to fall.)
Lining up
By the colors on your arms
No one'd ask
How this task will be done
A distant voice called upon our names
And we took one step ahead
We're on a journey to space
This is how we start our day
For the debts we left unpaid
The numb will get us
Numb will get us
Numb will get us
Let go and lay yourself
I'm falling apart
I'm now ready
I'll morph into something else
(I’ll start morphing and I)
Will recompose
We set up our goals
They were so close to my face
We learnt to talk
We learnt to walk
In your pace
Toward our fate
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3. |
In the Light
05:11
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(He woke up, and she was there waiting.
Her countenance brought a strange feeling that calms him from the turmoil he had just been through.
All the panic, fear and anxiety melted away in the face of her gleaming characteristics, like they never existed.
The bleak color in the room became warmer, in which her soothing smile of security and
He longed for something he can’t grasp. A strong and rampant impulse.
Preliminary, mystique, urging him to combine with her in rusty and reckless postures.)
Black and white
Day and night
It’s me in the middle
In and out
Scream and shout
Everything is lost
Carbon dioxide
Floating dreams and rising tide
Compose the lyrics of my life
When machines collide
Rationale slides
It will all subside
In soundless melody
In wordless poetry
Frames of time
Chains of thoughts
Bend and collapse
It's a restless world tumbling
Nowhere for us to settle
With all that you know
All that you don't
All that you will
Go ahead lie on the ground
Feel the warmth that surrounds
With a million lights resting aside
If I close my eyes (close your eyes)
A hand, a name, a man on far reaching strand
A sign, a rhyme, behind intangible minds
In the light (Close your eyes)
In the light (Fly up high)
In the light (By your side)
All shapes are alike
So let the presence be what it is (In the light)
And let the vacancy be black be white be day and night (In the light)
Be everything that was lost
Then in the light, in the light,
I'll meet you
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4. |
Interpretation
04:50
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(He saw the old man standing alone in the openness by the end of the stairway. He couldn't see the old man's face but somehow found his silhouette familiar. The arch of the tangerine sky was permeated with the dark brown beams of dusk. Winds arrived along with the warmth, slipped through their hairs and rendered the old man's beard and his trench coat swinging gently.
Unlike the first time they met at the entrance of the hospital, the ambivalent countenance has vanished from the old man. So did the flare of insanity. The old man now stared at his with fixation of clearness, making him thought the old man was merely appreciating the scenery behind him. For another instant, he thought the old man was gazing at his innermost consciousness, stripped of any disguise.
In this bizarre standstill, the sounds arose. )
Turn around while you’re young
Before you can’t even tell what you’ve become
Stuck in the desolation of life
Something’s missing
Nothing’s easy
It feels like you’ve lost your key
You just don’t know where to be and how to break free
Oh, perhaps in your dream
Your dream…
Now even dream seems to be…
Have you ever wondered why you’re here?
Have you ever wondered why you ought to stay?
Do you ever, ever regret?
Do you know enough about your life?
Do you have a reason? Trying to stay alive?
Can you ever, ever answer why? Why?
Will you turn your head when tide ascends?
You float you choke but it won't end.
Will you keep on keep on believing?
All the things encountered
All the things you thought would hurt
These are signs for you to strive, to rise
The unnamed, unsaid, unexpressed
Unveil the false faith
What they’ve said will all fade in a blast
What you’re afraid of
Are the wrecks of your own past
You are always free
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5. |
1964
07:48
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(“Next,”
They’ve always been silent.
“Next,”
Or perhaps they cried out before,
“Next,”
But I didn’t hear them. There’s only me:
“Next.”
I tried to recollect what the announcements sounded like, but only to find those voices mingled with my own. After all, in most days, I simply followed the horde.
“Next,”
I imagined my voice being decisive and crisp. But it was dry and lifeless, as if there were a knife pointing at my throat.
I turned my head, cleared my throat, shrugged.
“Next.”
I think their silence made me.)
Through the pale alley
We send them relieves
I stroll my trolley
Carry down my belief:
“We’re evenly free”
1964…
What are we living for?
1964…
Have you seen the tower
That they built with power?
Have you thought about the world
Outside the walls?
And just what you’re made for?
1964…
What are you waiting for?
1964…
What are you waiting for?
What are you waiting for?
What are you waiting for?
1964…
What are you living for?
What are you living for?
What are you living for?
Is it in my dream?
Have you seen those scenes?
There are trees and hills
I can breathe those tender chills
What would I see
If I looked from above?
High as the sky?
Step back
It’s just a wall
Stay low
I won't fall
Tell me the way
Show me the path
To the free land
There’s no answer
There’s no one here
Have dared
Step back
It’s just a wall
Stay low
I won't fall
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6. |
Dream, Pt 1: Mindscape
04:22
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("When did this ear disease even start?"
He searched for his earliest memories, but in vain. The city's gloomy weather, the reflections on curtain walls and the grey corridors in the hospital had besieged his remembrance, convincing him that those are everything in his world.
While the blurry trails of the drug spread out in his head, he cut loose of his reliance on his body. Strangely, it was after he stopped grasping for those senses that he rejoined the awareness of his own consciousness.
Presently, the lively visions of the dreams unroll before him like successive cinema scenes.)
Do you remember
The stream we used to trek
When the heats of summer
Still clung to our backs
In those times
When our shoes were oversized
We leaped nonetheless
Before the afternoon dies
We bounced over stones before knowing the flow
We grew more cautious once we grew old
We dwelled in the basin
Of this never ending creek
Old leaves bypassed us
Ran into a young ocean’s dream
They are the daughters
Of mountains and valleys
We are but visitors
Who refused to leave
Now I’ve seen it through
We are all the same
There is no name
There is no game
The storm will come
To set us free
And my love will save me
It’s now the time
For us to leave
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7. |
Dream, Pt 2: Implosion
02:56
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(I wanted to hug her, but there I stood, letting my body dissolve into the darkness.
I didn’t have the guts to lift my legs. I was rendered feeble by the choice between turning back and leaving.
The humming in my ears pushed the pain over my reasons. This city has lost all the meaning to me.)
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(So, we took steps into the unknown,
crossing that wall of indifference.
There were hopes, or so we thought,
that can bring us to places,
places we’ve never imagined.
Behind the clouds, before the sunrise.
“Beyond the world, beneath the representation.”
And now here we are.
There is no end.
Perhaps, there will never be.
And that, was how our society started.)
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Mindscape Implosion Taichung City, Taiwan
A concept album born in the attempt to capture the intangible turbulence, and to convey certain beliefs.
A combination of post-, prog-rock, ambient, electro, acoustic genres.
Vinyl out in July, 2017: Pre-order now.
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