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Flying
03:36
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*Sky beam*
*Endless protrusion without a seam*
Am I awake? Am I asleep?
“What’s been goin’ on with me?”
*Clouds surround*
*My wings unbound*
“I’m flying into what seems to be a dream
Soaring with my wings imagined by me.”
*Feeling doubt falling momentarily*
*Pick right back up and fly across the sea*
*Class room:
From childhood-- combined with a tomb*
Am I dead? Am I alive?
“What’s been goin’ on with me?”
*Clouds surround*
*The walls come down*
“I’m flying into what seems to be a dream
Soaring with my wings imagined by me.”
*Feeling doubt falling momentarily*
*Pick right back up and backflip over trees*
Feelings on display (endless pain)
Watch the time decay (represented by the rain)
Faces from the past (but not quite)
Exiting the class (to the light and beyond)
“Flying into what seems to be a dream.
Soaring with my wings imagined by me.
I can fly.”
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2. |
Manta Ray
04:05
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I land on something solid
What’s this under my feet?
Thought I fell back onto the ground
I’m on a creature’s back it seems
No questions at the moment
Just nice to know it’s there
I’ll dive into the water
Without a single breath of care
I looked into my savior’s eyes
I saw the deepest meaning there
He’ll lead me deep into the waves
I still feel cavernous despair
The ocean becomes space
My head feels like nothing
Float by the nebulae
Deep into the opening
Manta ray
In the sky to save me
Nothing to say
But he must convey me
Home
I held on tight upon his back
I saw the mysteries ahead
And telepathically we spoke
I’ll forget all the things he said
Sink into a black hole
This feels just like my soul
Drift by the ambience
A state of transience
Manta ray
In the sky to save me
Death and decay
But he won’t convey me
Home
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3. |
Familiar Space
03:51
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I’m hearing a voice deep inside and
I’m fearing I might run and hide
But the ground isn’t there anywhere
I’m just floating in space without a trace and the
Only one left I can see is
familiar but strange it seems
And the creature it speaks when I think
With the slightest delay not quite synced but
(It’s so nice to be in a familiar space)
I think it just entered my mind
Now we’ve merged
I confine my design entwined inside my divine
Alignment trine rising wise and I devise my surprises.
Why collide grinding sides when sliding by gliding’s nice?
I lie to find high the sky and fly to sigh by the by cause
I confine my design entwined inside my divine
Alignment trine rising wise and I devise my surprises.
Why collide grinding sides when sliding by gliding’s nice?
I lie to find high the sky and fly to sigh by the by
I’m seeing a face in the dark and
I’m losing my place from the start
And the meaning is lost in the art
But believing in it is why we starve
Let us focus on what we can try
And ignore what we always deny
Cause we never can be what we were
Just existing in blips and in blurs and
(It’s so nice to be in a familiar space)
I think it just told me the
Reason we’ve merged
I confine my design entwined inside my divine
Alignment trine rising wise and I devise my surprises.
Why collide grinding sides when sliding by gliding’s nice?
I lie to find high the sky and fly to sigh by the by cause
I confine my design entwined inside my divine
Alignment trine rising wise and I devise my surprises.
Why collide grinding sides when sliding by gliding’s nice?
I lie to find high the sky and fly to sigh by the by cause
It’s nice to be in a familiar space.
Why define my design entwined beside my contrived
Alignment tribe rising tides and I devise nigh the wisest.
Why collide grinding sides when sliding by gliding’s nice?
A “die inside diatribe” to guide the snide right to pride but
Why define my design entwined beside my contrived
Alignment tribe rising tides and I devise nigh the wisest.
Why collide grinding sides when sliding by gliding’s nice?
A “die inside diatribe” to guide the snide right to pride but
It’s nice to be in a familiar space.
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4. |
Headquarters
03:41
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Welcome to the control board connected to your circuit tree
We can show you where the data branches out to grow it’s leaves
Seek the root of what you compute
Nobody knows when a dream starts
Think of the moment when it begins you
Struggle to remember something
Chasing the memory but it keeps running
Here at headquarters
We adjust you
By sending you into sequences
When the trial completes
It’s time to delete
These dreams from your brain
So you don’t go insane
Just a little pinch and you won’t feel a single fuckin thing
Everyone around you is professional in sequencing
Seek the truth then forget it soon
Nobody knows when a dream starts
Think of the moment when it begins you
Struggle to remember something
Chasing the memory but it keeps running
(Here at headquarters
We adjust you
By sending you into sequences
When the trial completes
It’s time to delete
These dreams from your brain
So you don’t go insane)
You’re so free
Free to dream
Don’t ask me
How to be
You’re so free
Free to dream
Don’t ask me
How to be
Dreams can be
A way to see
Now that you know when a dream starts
Think of the moment when it began you
Start to remember a strange thing
Now time to dream don’t forget your training
(Here at headquarters
We adjust you
By sending you into sequences
When the trial completes
It’s time to delete
These dreams from your brain
So you don’t go insane)
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5. |
Dream
04:09
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The time is now
Time to move
March on the land and reclaim it for the youth
The warning sound
Is in the ground
Leaves to the wind and our roots in the soil wrapped around
Oh we the trees
We ask for help
Come to our aid
Or save yourself
We ask not for the upper hand
Just to provide air to the sea and land
Burn the tv trash the pc
Photosynthesize completely
Live a lie
Dream the truth
Do or die
Sleeping proof
Detach your roots
Mismatch pursuits
Cleaning a world that continues to pollute
The time is now
Time to move
Live a lie
Dream the truth
Do or die
Sleeping proof
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6. |
The Attendant
03:09
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I see you lookin around thinkin’ about what you wanna do
A simple symbol surrounds anything that’s metaphorically true
Why should you listen?
I’m The Attendant
I am here to help you find your way
When you’re lost inside your head
Come on, kid, it’s not too late!
You’re asleep; you’re not dead yet!
When you lose your faith and start to sway
I will activate and stay;
Help you see what this can be
The attendant of your dreams
Pick up a thing off the ground
And try to throw it up in the sky
And if it sticks to your hand
Shouldn’t be hard to remember why
If you’re forgetting
Call the attendant
I am here to help you find your way
When you’re lost inside your head
Come on, kid, it’s not too late!
You’re asleep; you’re not dead yet!
When you lose your faith and start to sway
I will activate and stay;
Help you see what this can be
The attendant of your dreams
And when the fear
Collides with your desires, my dear
Just call me in your mind and I will come!
We’ll run to everlasting fun!
Now that you have finally found your way
And you know just what to say
You just scream “It’s not too late!
I’m asleep, not passed away!”
If you’re lost again and start to sway
I will activate and stay
Help you see what this can be
The attendant of your dreams
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7. |
Revoltron
02:57
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I think my mother’s trapped up in the sky
Kept by my friend with shining evil eyes
High above the clouds I
See a fortress shimmering
Revoltron is waiting
For me to come do battle
How can you believe that it is time to go?
Careful that you perceive what you wanna know
High above the clouds I
See my mother waiting
All the things she has done
Flashing before my eyes
My best friend became a
Droid to fend off nightmares
Now he has become one
Hiding skyward right there
Stop! Revoltron!
Return my hostage mom
Remove your robot suit
To reveal the real you Matthew
Why must you fly
Up so high, shooting my
Armor off, it will cost
You your life
“Taste my scythe, bastard!”
Stop! Revoltron!
Return my hostage mom
Remove your robot suit
To reveal the real you Matthew
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8. |
Safe Beneath The Waves
03:04
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When I view my sleeping movies
Watching from inside my brain
Water reflections see through me
Flying through imagined rain
In a sweeping agile fashion
Dove down from high to the shore
O’er waves of endless passion
Beneath the surface I’m reborn
Deeper down
Seeping sound
Shake about
Soul reroute
Breath runs out
Reach and shout
Watch me now
I’m around
Staring forth at my grave
I’m safe beneath the waves
Swim up to the air above and
Spin to make my body dry
Dream space fits just like a glove
The clouds, the ocean, sun and sky
Glide along the mountains
Watching as the sun rises on high
Turn and glance to see an aircraft
Not of earth to my surprise
Chase the tic tac closer now
You’re almost at the same g-force
Watching and completely wowed but
Trying to consider the source
Speeding faster gaining on them
Thinking I just might catch up
Up it goes in half a second
Even in dreams we’re not enough
Higher now
Seeping sound
Shake about
Soul reroute
Breath gets thin
Reach within
Find the inner
Alien
Staring forth at my grave
I’m safe beneath the waves
There is no one to save
I’m safe beneath the waves
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9. |
Memoreason
03:19
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I used to know exactly what I meant
Where I was to go and from whence I had been sent
The days feel longer than a weaker month
Locked alone in my study; haven’t seen the sun
The rapid decline of the world around
Rather look within to dull the violating sounds
Search for why we’re closer to the end
Watch the moving pictures in our minds just to pretend
The question isn’t climbing up a vine
It’s creeping up behind and sending the chills up your spine
The answer’s never truly very pleasing
We comb the past for a memoreason
I need to know exactly what I mean
Wherever I have gone or whatever I have seen
The time is getting sooner very soon
Pressed against the window, staring straight into the moon
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10. |
Rhythm Of The Spider
03:39
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See prey move and sway
Then run away
Climb and watch what people say
It’s such a lovely night
Out on the veranda
Kick back reclining chair
Stare at phone propaganda
Look up by the lantern
It seems we have a guest
Somber and taciturn
Weaving a network system
Rhythm of the spider
He’s spinning up such a web of wonder
Working on his design
To gather life forces from asunder
Now prey flies nearby
Then wonder why
They get stuck inside and die
Rhythm of the spider
He’s spinning up such a web of wonder
Working on his design
To gather life forces from asunder
Watch the spider passing by me
Stare into his many eyes
Speak to him telepathically
Find out what he thinks inside
Dance with him upon his web
See the feast he has prepared
Chance to recycle the dead
Stay for dinner if you dare
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11. |
Nothing Matters
04:50
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Nothing matters
Living in a ghost-like state of mind
Why can’t this rewind?
Walking in a circular curved line
Meeting back in time
Soft return
Live and learn
Break the urn
No concern
Feel the Bern
Mourning yearn
Spiteful spurn
Torn to turn
Work to earn
Insides churn
Simply stern
Verdant fern
Corn to quern
Rhymes to burn
In my travels I sadly discovered that nothing matters
For some the very fact of that makes their world shatter
But I continue to put this into the best possible use
Nihilism and existentialism in a truce
Nothing matters
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12. |
Meaning Town
03:50
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Tidy the house get the rags in the bin
Dust the surfaces put the dirty laundry in
Dump the compost out back behind the shed
Hold the rocks for the balloon you tied to your head
Living ritualistically
Just for the sake of the cycle
Make your (very own) meaning.
I don’t wanna run away
I can make the most and stay
I’m looking toward feeling
Something like healing
Nothing’s gonna stop me today
Cycling through my little loop
Ignoring primordial soup
While I’m here dreaming
Make my own meaning
I’m a resident of Meaning town
Living in a small (minuscule) bubble
Just for the sake of the comfort
Make your (very own) meaning
I don’t wanna run away
I can make the most and stay
I’m looking toward feeling
Something like healing
Nothing’s gonna stop me today
Cycling through my little loop
Ignoring primordial soup
While I’m here dreaming
Make my own meaning
I’m a resident of Meaning town
Knock down the house toss the rags in the fire
Bash the surfaces rip all the clothes off the wire
Dump the compost anywhere that it wants to lay
Take the rocks out your pockets and then float away
Find a new pattern and cling to it tight
Pay attention to when it no longer feels right
Lose the new pattern to find one that’s true
But no matter what don’t you ever lose you
I think I should run away
I can’t make the most of this place
Looking toward feeling
Something like healing
Nothing’s gonna get in my way
Breaking free from my little loop
Bathed in the primordial soup
While I’m here dreaming
Make my own meaning
I’m the king of my own Meaning Town
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13. |
To The Clouds We Wake
04:03
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*Mind stream*
*View arising you wouldn’t believe*
*Sky beam*
*Endless protrusion without a seam*
*Burst* splash
Of color sprawling out to the clouds
Everlasting
*New* hope
Hidden deep in the ground in the farm
Of creation
*Live steam
Seeping from a volcanic earth quake*
My dream’s
Flying to the clouds when we wake
*Wake up
From a dream still inside another*
Dream of waking
*Sleep now
In the dream to wake up in real life*
Burst splash
Of color sprawling out to the clouds
Everlasting
New hope
Hidden deep in the ground in the farm
Of creation
*Wake up
From a dream still inside a dream*
*Sleep now
In the dream to wake up so it seems*
*Mind stream*
*View arising you wouldn’t believe*
*Sky beam*
*Endless protrusion without a seam*
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Good NightOwl Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Good NightOwl is a moniker of the composer/recording artist Daniel Lewis Cupps. Cupps is also a television editor, 3D animator, and actor. This project is dedicated to allowing the public to see a self-producing musical artist grow over time with barely any budget. Some of it is meant to be funny, some of it is serious. If it all seems funny to you, then it is all meant to be funny. ... more
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