Thursday, November 13, 2014

Retreat Era Lyrics

Song of the Moon

Where there’s only lust, love is never to be born.
And ties of the flesh are so easily torn.
So we watch the sun sink behind the trees,
with uncertain hearts and unrealized dreams.

And all I want is a song to make me cry,
but what I need is a life before I die.
I’m so tired, I’m so numb;
I want to see where darkness comes from.
I want to be where darkness comes from.

As the night falls, you go on your way.
But my path is lost, and my logic is astray.
So I watch the moon rise behind the trees.
I take a deep breath and trap the night inside me.

And all I want is a song to make me cry,
but what I need is a life before I die.
I’m so tired, and worn out, too;
I want to see the light of the moon.
I want to sleep under the light of the moon.


Sea of Dreams

1.
Drinking for pleasure sometimes ends in discomfort
but there's no better leisure activity.
Inspiration comes in shots to the brain, shaping the vessel
that pours out a sea of dreams.
My throat is burning, but my mind's gears are turning
and everything I'm learning is filling me.
There are ghosts in my skull that put my pen to paper.
They've been buried for years inside this sea of dreams.

2.
Turning to the spirits is good for inspiration
but it's not the kind that saves a wretch like me.
I'm drowning in disease of thought, and inhibition is
out the window as my mind runs free.
Like a wayward ship floating without a rudder,
my heart starts to flutter and the floor's gone weird.
So I keep drinking and writing what I'm thinking
as I fight to stay afloat in this sea of dreams.


The World Around Us

If the body’s a vessel,
then the mind must be a well
that sometimes can go empty
feeling like a hollow shell.
You can try to stay humble,
with no need to be heard...
but mute desire grounds the spirit
like a wingless bird.

So come on, give us your insight
and tell us everything you’ve learned;
we just want a real distraction
as the world around us
crumbles and burns.

If the pen’s mightier than the sword,
then the bottle beats the pen -
for it’s destroyed the talents of
so many worthy men.
So if you drink to find your muse
until you saturate your mind,
don’t be surprised when you realize
there’s nothing there to find.

So come on, give us your insight
and tell us everything you’ve learned;
we just want a real distraction
as the world around us
crumbles and burns.

Someday I know you will find your way
and inspiration will abound,
and you’ll become so eager to show
the ideas you’ve found.
You’ll split the mind wide open
from the heavens to the ground
and we won’t feel as empty as
before you came around.

So come on, give us your insight
and tell us everything you’ve learned;
We just want a real distraction
as the world around us
crumbles and burns.


From Somewhere

First you put your pen to paper
Then you wait for some help from nature
And stare in surprise as before your eyes
The ideas will materialize

Imagination or manifestation,
From within or from thin air?
I know they’re there though I don’t know where
But the ideas have to come from somewhere

After you’ve read it, then you edit
And change the meaning to suit your leanings
Once you’re content with the content
The world will bend to your hidden intent

Next you send your edited life’s work
To the suited, neck-tied amateurs
Who couldn’t make it, so they break the
Spirits of artists not suited to take it...
But congratulations you’ve succeeded!
“Here’s a contract, please don’t read it.
And here’s the advance that you needed,
And the number of a shrink in case you
Need it to silence the voices of violence
That helped you triumph in literary science.”
But now you owe them, and what you don’t know yet
Is that you’ll repay them with madness and regret.


Natural World

You can lose yourself in the idea
of what is real and not
Lost between the functions of the senses
and of thought
You try to find the line that will
reveal the path ahead
But nothing has prepared you for
this course that you will tread
and you’ll never be the same
you’ll never be the same
you saw the words in front of you
you’ll never be the same
they said ideas can reverse the natural world
ideas can reverse the natural world
the natural world, the natural world, the natural world

In a garden, bathed in light
reflected from the moon
upon a tree words were carved
that found us much too soon
and when we read their meaning
our eyes opened to a thought
In slavery we sell our lives
for a freedom that we sought
and we may never be the same
never be the same
we signed the line in front of us
may never be the same
they said ideas can reverse the natural world
ideas can reverse the natural world
the natural world, the natural world, the natural world.


For Hidden Thoughts

There is a desperate beauty when you cry,
like fallen angels swimming in your eyes.
You seek a world you know is not your own;
a place to occupy your thoughts when you’re alone.

So you keep on searching for a hidden thought,
so many buried secrets your sanity has bought.

Are you afraid when you sleep at night?
Do you wake from dreams in a jolt of fright?
But as the day breaks you thirst for more;
when the moon eclipses the sun it shakes you to your core.

So you keep on searching for a hidden thought,
so many buried secrets your sanity has bought.

The life you’ve led has left you torn apart,
with questions in your mind and stitches on your heart.
And nothing really heals as the years go by.
You’re seeking the wrong answers to the unrest in your mind.

So you keep on searching for a hidden thought,
so many buried secrets your sanity has bought.


Are You Still Beside Me?

There was a space that seemed empty.
Devoid of meaning; there was nothing to find.
You made your way to the center,
Unveiled your words as I opened my mind.
And the thoughts that you gave me
Tore down all reason, what I thought was real.
Like a virus inside me,
It changed my thinking and my own free will.

And I wonder...
Are you still beside me?


Entire worlds have been created
through the dreams of just one mind.
Countless victims have been taken
By another’s hand at the same time.
As you hide your intentions,
You make your moves through puppeted man.
Speaking through innocent eyes,
Spreading lies any way you can.

And I wonder...
Are you still beside me?


Song of the Sun

Where there’s only lust, love is never to be born.
And ties of the flesh are so easily torn.
So we watch the sun sink behind the trees,
with uncertain hearts and unrealized dreams.

And all I want is a song to make me cry,
but what I need is a life before I die.
I’m so tired, I’m so numb;
I want to know where true love comes from.
I want to go where true love comes from.

As the night falls, you go on your way.
But my path is lost, and my logic is astray.
So I watch the moon rise above the trees.
I take a deep breath and trap the night inside me.

And all I want is a song to make me cry,
but what I need is a life before I die.
I’m so tired, I’m so numb;
I want to see the light of the sun.
I want to be in the light of the sun.


Turning Like the Leaves

Something in your eyes has changed
like a leaf in fall,
and I feel a little strange--
like I don’t even know you at all.
Your patience is growing thin,
and the days are getting shorter too.
I wonder where the summer went,
and if it stole your heart from you.

The wind is blowing now;
it’s colder than before...
and I’m turning like the leaves
away from your front door.
I’m older than I was
the first time we kissed.
A season will return,
but strike me from your list.

Our time’s already run out,
and there’s nothing else that we can do.
“It’s better this way” I said.
“Our sad kind of love was never true.”

The wind is blowing now;
it’s colder than before...
and I’m turning like the leaves
away from your front door.
I’m older than I was
the first time we kissed.
A season will return,
but strike me from your list.

You’re saying less and less.
Outside the trees are getting thinner, too.
I don’t know how we started this mess,
but it’s ending right now; we’re through.


Slow Drip Gaze

I have spring in my glass,
though I know it’s about to pass
as the water slowly drips
and the hours quickly slip.
From the first drink to the last,
I lose track of how much time has passed.
I sit alone with my thoughts
and all the distractions I have bought--
watching films and reading books,
pouring drinks with longing looks.
As the water hits the glass,
I know this night will soon pass.
No wiser than I was yesterday,
but with slightly more to say,
filling my life with drinks and thoughts,
you could say in this way I’m self taught.









Thursday, September 18, 2014

On Darkness

Often when I read what someone has written about my music, the first thing that's brought up is how dark it is. I understand why that could be the first thing one notices. I want to encourage anyone who listens to my music to dig a little deeper. There are themes that run through all of my work, and they mostly celebrate light. I love darkness and light, which isn't to say I love evil and good. I don't love evil. There is beauty in darkness as well as in light. The soft glow of the full moon on a cloudless night has nothing to do with what's in a man's heart. An orchid in full bloom won't stop corruption.

Symbols are useful in art, but we should never allow them to become lazy shorthand. If one believes in a Creator, he created the cycles that cause night as well as day. Why should one thing belong to him and another to his adversary? Isn't that giving credit where it isn't due? If one believes in nothing, why should a rainy, moonless night spell any more dread than a sunny day at the beach? There is beauty in everything, and there is an opportunity for evil to arise anywhere. We should pay just as much attention to what is in our hearts as to what is in our symbols. Remember, both are malleable.

Saturday, September 6, 2014

Retreat Is Available Now




Our new album has been released as both a free 12 track download, and a three disc (2CD-Rs + 1DVD-R) art object with 26 tracks and a 20 page booklet.

Thursday, July 17, 2014

New Release With Sana Obruent

We recorded two new songs with Sana Obruent, and they can be downloaded for free (or pay what you want -- any money we receive through our bandcamp store goes toward making the physical release of the upcoming Plasticstatic full length).

http://plasticstatic.bandcamp.com/album/sonitus-de-cooperatione

Monday, January 6, 2014

New Album Tracklist

Finally!  There's still a lot of work to be done -- a few overdubs, mixing, mastering, and artwork -- but our new album is recorded.  We're hoping to put it out in the late summer.  So far, the working title Retreat is still going to be the title of the album.

Friday, December 13, 2013

New Release



Beauty Is In The Eye That Stares Through The Abyss is our new song, and is the first song to be released from our upcoming full length album (with the working title Retreat, due sometime in 2014).  It is available as part of a new release containing two non-album tracks, plus remixes by members of Golden Gardens, Mirror Mirror, The Sirago 17, and The Solar System.  A free download can be found at our Bandcamp page .

Friday, May 10, 2013