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Moon (whole piece)
52:31
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Lyrics are found in the individual tracks below.
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I: The Moon Sleeps
03:04
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II: Simulacrum
04:50
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III: Waxing Gibbous
05:46
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Computer Narrator:
It seems. Bizarre. staring up at the Moon. Making wishes in the glow of a satellite who owns none of its light, who directs our tides, and will exist beyond our lifetime. Who will see the coming and going of the human species. A broken slab of material that is tidally locked to the earth. Child of Theia and the Earth. Go on with your daily existence and chase a mortgage.
Own your destiny. procreate. Consume. waste. Interact. Focus. Terminate. Repeat.
Own your destiny. procreate. Consume. waste. Interact. Focus. Terminate. Repeat.
Own your destiny. procreate. Consume. waste. Interact. Focus. Terminate. Repeat.
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IV: The Moon Cannot Dream
On a clear winter’s night I fell asleep and I began to dream.
I dreamt of the moon slowly drifting into view.
The moon was of the temperament you would expect from a celestial body, open to conversation, polite as you would believe, but with little affect and, seemingly, little concern. Lighter than you might expect.
The moon greeted me and asked how I was. Being my usual melancholy self I said: “Everything gets worse and there is no way to make it better. Moon, I wish that I could cease to exist. The burden of being is far too difficult to bear”
This puzzled the moon for they had never thought of their existence, much less ceasing to exist and even less the concept of being -- since after billions of years it seemed irrelevant.
“Well” said the moon, “people have looked towards me in wonder and asked what keeps me in the sky, never realizing it is their earth’s pull that keeps me there. Never thinking about what it means for me to pull upon their oceans, only showing them one face. I’ve never given it much worry because I am, have been, and always will be, the moon. It seems that perhaps you should consider that you are, have been, and always will be, you.”
“But moon…” I said “I’m so tired… this all seems pointless”
The moon said “I’ve never been much for trying... my whole purpose is to exist and constantly fall”
“I know I am nothing,” I replied, “but a speck of dust, inconsequential.”
The moon thought about that and replied “I am but a speck of dust in the universe but I affect billions of people.” The moon continued, “Each person has roughly 100 billion neurons in their brain... each a part responsible for the whole of the brain’s function, and therefore the body as well. Can we say that one neuron controls the brain? Your existence contributes to the whole of existence, your termination could break the bridge to something profound, or fail to be the exact tipping point to a moment you have yet to experience. There is enough awful in your world there is no need to hurry that along by your absence. It does not seem right to determine the full extent of our existence. Maybe it is fair to search for it,” said the Moon, “but certainly you realize this is an incalculable feat.”.
“For the moon you seem to know an awful lot. Where do you come by such knowledge?“
“This is your dream,” the moon replied. “I am the moon and I cannot dream. I envy you.”
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V: Mare Vaporum
03:12
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Computer Narrator:
238,900 miles of distance between us. Our tether drags the oceans and holds me at length. I cannot blame you. I am pulled in unwillingly to the edge of an empty sea. Created by violence of gravity and scored on the face I cannot show you. In the end there is no way to let go.
Planned obsolescence.
Unplanned usefulness.
Planned obsolescence.
Unplanned usefulness.
Can I change my story or am I locked into a path? Or is the path going to lead me to my true story? Fighting the inevitable only makes the effect of gravity painful. Following the gravity only causes pain in the end.
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VI: Gravity
06:01
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Hold, Hold to your trajectory
And let gravity, bring you down
Weightless, for a minute or two
The bottom reaches its pique
Hope, Hope is just a word
Maybe it’s all we have
Complete, and ineffable
The ground seems so much
Closer now
There is no escape velocity
And we’re the dust/stuff of stars
I promise I’ll visit
your favorite tree
Hold, Hold to your trajectory
And let gravity, bring you down
Weightless, for a minute or two
The bottom drops out below
Hope, Hope is just a word
I’m sure it’s all we had
Hold, Hold to your trajectory
And let gravity, bring you down
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VII: Waning Gibbous
03:00
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Computer Narrator:
Gravity. Deepening. Momentum never lost. I’ve accepted that the glow is not my own. Iron core like blood. Failing. Inhabitable. Crushing deep seas without water and dreams just as empty. Orbit like the tethered drifting falling dream. Vacuum. Useless magic. It is not irrational to be afraid of the dark. We have to pretend we’re not afraid. The sacrifices we ask of ourselves could not be the thing we ask of others. Momentum never lost. Momentum. Never. Lost.
Hope is irrational.
Rational is facts.
Hope is irrational.
Rational is facts.
Hope is irrational.
Rational is facts.
Hope is irrational.
Rational is facts.
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VIII: Uneasy Orbit
03:32
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Computer Narrator:
There is nothing new.
The tides ebb and flow.
Darkness falls on a sphere.
A slice of light.
Time drifts in and out.
And winter draws me near.
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IX: Theia
04:13
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Tell me something that doesn’t make sense
and we can fall into this orbit again.
Crash my satellites and pull me to the earth
the tether between us is nothing but a curse
A piece of you is a piece of me
I buried your soul under a large oak tree
I’m sorry we’ll never ever meet again
Hope is something that’ll get you in the end
I loved how you looked at me like I could do no wrong
But underneath my surface lies a heart of iron
You’ve got to keep moving if you wish to remain still
All I can do is visit your tree on a hill
Your gravity is a debt I could never repay
Time passes and You get further away
I’m sorry we’ll never ever meet again
Hope is something that’ll trick you in the end
I can count all the ways that I’ve failed
your gravity well is just a tip of the scales
Why are you so far away please pull me to the earth
the distance between us is nothing but a curse
the distance between us is nothing but a curse
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X: Tethered
03:19
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XI: Mare Cognitum
04:14
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Eu voei quando a lua puxou forte
Levitado para cima em finos feixes de luz
Nenhum atrito retardou minha ascensão
Em liberação nebulizada
Em direção ao céu de ébano brilhante
Uma oclusão tântrica distorcida
Este satélite está localizado ao norte do norte
Enviando ondas de choque que dividem o ar ao redor
Esmagado em pó tudo o que estava muito abaixo
O débil esforço do homem uma impressão digital nua
No planeta de corpo liso
Nós reivindicamos como nosso site
Corroendo a mais sinistra rede pálida
Desapareceu em um instante, o Antropoceno
Escalando muito à frente
O ar flutuou para cima
Um som como um cristal
Sendo cortado nas costuras
Nos meus sonhos
Foi pacífico
É necessário e justo
E glorificado e santificado, e esperando por mim
Apenas para ser
Então eu estendi a mão quando ele me puxou
para reunir sua beleza
entre o que era casa e o que agora era libertação
naquele espaço eu não sabia de nada
-que respiração me trouxe mais perto?
-Que som eu ouvi gritos?
enquanto o vento soprava através de mim
e os céus acima brilhavam como a peça central do inferno
nas mãos de todos os deuses unidos
tudo acorrentado
uma orbe arredondada pálida com esfíncteres inculcados
para me levar para dentro
sem sentir desconforto
enterrado em sua suavidade
inundado em seu éter
Eu suei mas brevemente
e explodiu seu sonho nebuloso.
English Translation:
Levitated upwards on thin beams of light
No friction slowed my rise
On misted release
Towards the glossy ebon sky
A tantric occlusion twisted apart
That satellite seated just north of the night
Sending shockwaves that sundered the air all around
Crushed to dust all that stood far beneath
Man’s feeble effort a bare fingerprint
On the smooth bodied planet
We claimed as our venue
Eroding away the most baleful pale network
Gone in an instant, the Anthropocene
Rising far forward
The air buoyed upward
A sound like a crystal
Being shorn at the seams
In my dreams
It was peaceful
And needed, and righteous
And gloried and hallowed, and waiting for me
To be freed
As I reached, it compelled me
to gather its beauty
between what was home and what now was release
in that space I knew nothing
-what breath bore me closer?
-what sound I heard screaming?
as wind blasted through me
and heavens above glowed like hell’s centerpiece
in the hands of all Gods bound together
all fettered
a rounded pale orb with inculcated sphincters
to take me inside
with no sense of dis-ease
entombed in its softness
awash in its ether
I sweltered but briefly
and joined with its nebulous dream.
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