Hello MultiVerse!
Life has been cold with an arctic chill here in Wisconsin, USA, Earth, Sol System, Milky Way Galaxy.
I have been slowly and in little spurts working on new tunes. I am hoping to have the new album finished by summer, but that may be ambitious.
Here is another teaser of lyrics I may (or may not) use on the new album, titled “The Rise of The Phoenix” – about self-awareness, rebirth, rejuvenation, death of ego and being born again into a life or timeline or slipstream (shift) your reality to manifest your best self and your dream life – is it magic woo-woo and impossible or is it possible? I am intending to find out with the creation of this album. It could go nowhere, it could put me on the map and legitimize me as a REAL musician (Wikipedia?? Notable citations? ugh) – I need someone to write an article about me in a local magazine, I asked Shepard Express a while back and they prettty much told me they won’t even review a new album from a local indie artist unless they have a show coming up… so Along with this release I will hafve to have a release partty and/or show where I play some or all of the new material. Post-COVID I wonder if I could promote, create event and perform event all online. Probably. But I kind of want to do it in Person if possible. Always has more energy, with the crowd IRL there bouncing that energy back at you through cheers and applause. Makes me feel so real. I love being on stage. I think I was born for this.
Anyways, here’s another lyric teaser, perhaps I will even upload a rough draft (WIP – this song is no where near completed):
DisConnect
*Disconnect
(There’s a cord wrapped around – wrapped around wrapped around)…) disconnect
(There’s an. Ancient sleeping serpent resting at the base of my spine) disconnect
I’m floating around no felt spine attached I’m just a floating head a tiny little Dot
my conscious has a conscience my consciousness is messed out of body experiences
leave me lacking at best; astral projection maybe once in a while; lucid dreaming was never quite my style..
I’ll call and I will fall and I will fall.. like I’m on a ramping up rollercoaster but when I reach the peak,
car doesn’t turn back down it just continues to rise!
Right off of the tracks! Into the sky!!! Into the sky!!!
(And that’s what I must do).
R. I. S. E.
I don’t want down a spiral I don’t wanna go down that hole but we’re “slipping into the gap again”,
and no one wants to be stuck in that hell – of discovery of self-delusion psychopathy
and every irrational fear.. you give into these demons, you pray to some for sure,
I’m not claiming a false idol, not convinced there is a god.
Call me a pagan call me a lion, witch or wardrobe –
I’ll still come a crying on tricked times, I’ll pray to the fallen, the holy Trinity, I’ll pray to M****R S***N, if he gets me out my way,
whatever it takes, of free will isn’t an illusion, free will isn’t an illusion, free will isn’t an illusion,
I’ll accept my punishment for choosing my own fate
Consequences aside; I’ll drive around this meat suit
’till the pigs come flying home ( there were three different ones…Remember???)
I coincide stream conscious but apart from being mean I’m less of a walking meat
antenna and more an evil machine NOW everybody wants me (suddenly)
NOW everybody’s gone everybody misses me but no one showed at dawn
I’ll drink the silver chalice I’ll shower in the eternal fountain
I’ll live while I’m alive, sleep when I’m dead, and learn to love again when I live again
if Life’es just really love!I don’t need a party I don’t want a wake the least you could do for me
is pray my soul to take if living isn’t really living into your born you must die I’ll rot away in the ashes of the lower vibration
while I cry and as I cry my tears will wet the ashy soot and from the bowels of the earth I arise I ascend
as I should like a phoenix from the ashes like a moth burned in the flame
I’ve got no other story left to tell I’ve got no one left to blameI
don’t need a celebration don’t memorialize my “life” for I have feel I’ve died a thousand deaths
and none come quick to mind I’ll just snuggle away in the ashes of the lower vibration here!
while I wept and as I wept my tears will soak the soil and from the mud a golem will ascend
as it should like a phoenix from the ashes reanimation patient blood –
I’ve got no other ancient parabol to tell I’ve got no one left to blame,
I’ve got no one left to blame,
(, No one Left. To Frame. )
Maaaybe I will upload a rough cut we’ll see I am kinda not liking it yet so we will see.
Cheers all!
-anx
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