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Crowd Song Part I
02:53
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multitude, solitude we're all human,
who am i who are you we all stand as one,
like the fluttering souls in search for a host,
i am born from the many, the lone thinker high on crowd's reunion,
it's communion, universally married to the millions of eyes of it's gaze,
euphoria, unprecedented love the whole,
chorus:
go beyond the shadows on the wall follow you're heart to the center of the music,
become the music and let go,
your shackles are free from your despair,
join enlarge the circle,
the feast has many fruit to bear,
the bonfire is warm and large and purple,
waiting you for the storyteller's care,
songs to dance to awe to and no reason to despair
chorus,
solo
chorus
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3. |
Interlude I
03:40
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4. |
Crowd Song Part II
04:20
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The storyteller tells the tale of the clouds above pouring out on the lands,
And the falling rain that ensues, withers to be bland,
As the steep horizon caters
the remnants of the sky to reunite into a river,
And it flows...
Chorus:
It seems to me that this world some day will die,
But not without fighting, me and you...
The roots below have grasped sens of the water,
From the banks got used by the ancient ardent foliages of the season,
It’s wooden warriors immune to the fear stand graciously on the land,
Extending over the horizon,
And get cut down...
Chorus,
Bridge,
The droplet fell into the fire of men
got burned evaporated and joined it's comrades in the clouds,
Raining down on the cornfields that stand proud torn up on a container
That sinks into the sea,
And the winds blow,
Chorus
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5. |
Interlude II
03:16
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6. |
Astral Guiding part I
07:00
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Picture yourself a man, our central character, it could just be any man, but we chose this one who happens to be on a nature walk
It is under the maple tree,
That he first heard the strange melody, (end of spoken)
At first he thought with doubt,
Am I hallucinating?
It was curious he approached,
A mysterious well unfolding.
When arriving at the well,
A strange glow from it's depths,
Were all His deceiving eyes could see,
Spoken: the man thought for a second, the melody is getting stronger, and resembles the tone of something ancient, some wretched flute from the tomb or time that is deceased somewhere along the human history of wars, that relic sound of the past chilled his bones... End of spoken)
A pond bathing in the fading light of the fall,
Stood behind the well...
And a frog jumped out to it's border swell,
BOOMING VOICE SPOKEN
This is the portal, between the realms of material, and immaterial,
Yin and yang, conscious and unconscious, aggression and healing,
The melody you are now hearing is the sound wave transcending the state of physical existence...
BOOMING VOICE SPOKEN OVER
At the frogs words, the man jumped in fear
Surpassing any fear he's ever had,
When the frog was done speaking,
His mind fainted towards wander...
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7. |
Astral Guiding Part II
11:54
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Dripping upon his face,
He fell in the well of grace,
As water awoke him from his slumber,
In a puddle his head was coming out of,
Space beyond his gaze,
No surface beneath him,
An eight armed child approached him,
The child could venture with only desires,
The man pulled his drenched body to dry,
Went forth to explore the path of stars,
Marked by symbols of distant dreamt times.
Epic Solo
His mind wondered about the suns light years away,
His body fell to one below his gaze had met,
In instants the sight of civilizations,
Hit his eyes while watching the planets turning around the star,
To his perplexed gaze,
The child answered to his praise,
"So what is it like to taste divine consciousness?"
"Can infinity ever die?"
"A concept is eternal, there is no limit to infinity,
Absence of existence exists,
but it's opposite cancels the absolute."
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8. |
A Confused Story
06:36
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The storyteller tells the people gathered around him...
He tells another tale to the crowd for them to think about where they are being led.
People were starting to realize that being individualistic is not realistic in the everchanging world of chain reactions so they went back into plato's cavern and put chains on themselves and lied to themselves by pretending to believe the shadows on the wall. Why do people do that? Because there is always a fool with power amongst the individuals that reaps chaos by using the weaker minded spirits to serve his greedy needs, noone is bad or good by nature because nature doesn't have a bad or good, but the risk taken in living free outside the 7 word structures of the inapt minds floating above is that the colors and light of the psychedelic mind dissolves the horizons and the wondrous mysterious events to come plunge back into the abyss of the cave, to try and appreciate juvenile thoughts of institutionalized chaos, and quickly bang on the wall realizing your chained once again, don't let your sanity and freedom go for the sake of safety, previous generations have repeated the same cycles over and over again, are you going to let this jazz slip away? Well you could still learn from your dreams, freedom takes drugs sometimes because it is free to do so but it isn't addicted to anything, it doesn't do things compulsively but rather impulsively, free from genuine interaction with the civil society which merely casts the shadow of it's glorious feathers... It's definetely a bird, probably not a bold eagle or a rooster, or a hawk for that matter, no freedom is a hippie crow of some sort that carries seeds of revolutions, feasts on our lost ambitions and shouts to try and remind us, these chains we are putting back on... They are not real, we are not machines of marble made to judge the world we are made of flesh and bones, and a wondrous brain that always aspires to ride the crow's back, so dream on people, dream on, but always remember freedom is your best hope of being alive for real, and experience a hapiness greater than any society can bring you.
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9. |
Dream Song
02:26
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His thoughts are revealed
Through an unknown field
Of confronted sounds
And those beastly hounds
But the sun shines through;
The world is anew!
The dream continues
And now you can choose;
Ideals of the past,
Life of the present;
You have to think fast,
Or the dream now ends...
The future is your
Dream, open the door!
Let go of your fears,
And don't stop your tears...!
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10. |
Interlude III
04:39
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Nebulous Sun Rennes, France
Captain Flapattak: Drums, vocals
Kevin Brosse:
Bass, moog, vocals
Jeremie Goubault:
vocals,
guitar
Charlotte Pace:
violin
Voguant entre de douces mélopées folk et Canterbury, ou entre des tempêtes zeuhl et rock in opposition, Nebulous Sun vous embarque dans un voyage tellurique
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