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2. |
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Where have we gone? (I'm gone.)
I no longer exist within the concepts of anything (or anything) in your mortal world.
Questions, questions
Asked through astral laser beams
Questions, questions
No preparation for the walking dream...
...or....
..what to believe?
Mother of death
Teach me things
Mother of death
Allow me to breathe
(Again.)
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3. |
Abstraction
00:41
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Ripped away from this hollow room -
away from "pale" life
At long last there is dominance.
Now for once, I am the king of existence.
The king of myself.
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4. |
Transient Lifetime
02:15
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Through these hallways into oblivion
Nothing makes sense; nothing ever
Makes sense to me.
It's dark here and painful
Alone; inside this stranded complex
Pain is but humanity.
It's what we make for ourselves.
And know that when I return
I must love all for what it is.
solos - Britt, Bubeck
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5. |
Repeat, Repeat, Repeat
01:10
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Once you have faced death, you must realize the truths of your life.
Repeat
Everything
Relearn
Simple memories
Repeat
Return
....repeat, repeat, repeat.
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6. |
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noise track
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7. |
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Savage misfortune
Lessons in beauty
Pieces of pieces and why
Nothing fits.
This neon gray hue
Blinding the less enabled
Shouting abstract messages
Bound in endless space.
Now my pain knows no dimensions.
No barriers or worldly limitations.
A landscape beyond eyes or ears
Or foolish pursuits of description.
Horrid cacophony of disbelief
Arms, and limbs, and pieces of
Pieces and why nothing fits.
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8. |
Ascent
02:03
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if everything must have a reason
then give me a reason of justification
as to why I saw what I saw
on that night of utter illusion -
utter illusion
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9. |
Hours
00:05
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10. |
Days
00:05
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11. |
Weeks
00:03
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12. |
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This is all too much to handle
Everything about remembering to how to breathe
and the denial of comprehension
A thousand lifetimes of beauty
And blood thirst cravings of
Utter signs of everything:
So begins the savage journey
The only way out
Beaming, floating through landscapes
Beyond dimensions – the first without any resemblance of control
Peace, hate, power, dreams and dreams of
Love, war, death and tunnels
...all but flashes to be simple concepts forgotten at will
"Pain in a puzzle of flesh and arms
And limbs and mirrored resemblance
To what was once my own"
Days upon weeks upon months
The struggle ascends
All leading to my number in sacrifice.
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the Visions Of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
thevisionsof is...
beckington III - guitars, vocals
Mr. Jim Sticks - drums, percussions, keys
mike spitts -
bass guitars, keys
south nj/philly
recordings:
2006- I through IV
2007/2013 - Assorted Gateways and My Walking Dream
2012 - the Visions Of (S/T)
upcoming album:
Star Destroyer
stardestroyer1@hotmail.com for contact
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