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Food for Thought
06:21
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The clock struck midnight a long time ago
The kids at the sandbox put on quite a show
From furious fire to a funeral pyre
of mankind as it was once known
A new beginning gave peace a chance
But things ain’t always as they seem at first glance
From reeking ruins to a synchronized mess
Now humans are programmed like pawns in chess
Electrical systems provide a codependent way of life
Signals to the brain keep the thought process intensified
From impulse to another there also lies a hidden world of dreams
sometimes unaffected by the constant flow of electric beams
As you may have seen, reality can be hard to perceive
What if a simulation could provide an illusion you’d believe?
Perhaps your consciousness within is a collection of 4D prints?
There’s some food for thought as you dive into the world of Vince!
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Lungs of Modern Times
03:58
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Lungs of modern times are breathing out the toxic air
The misadventures of the past forgotten everywhere
World's a fertile ground for visions of humanity
a universal canvas on which to paint one’s fantasy
Industrial cities lie in endless fractal chains
The people flow like rivers through their crowded urban lanes
In the close vicinity a man is brought to life
into this world where shady new inventions are rife
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3. |
Vincent's Dream
01:31
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4. |
The Y10K Problem
04:26
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A silent reverb wakes me up from restless sleep
In hibernation I had counted down electric sheep
I gaze outside my window, see the world is still unchanged
A brave new year awaits and I can’t help but feel estranged
Symmetry of lines perfectly aligned
Society that thrives in a world that’s in its prime
I climb aboard my daily faster-than-light ride
to start a long day’s toil precisely on time
My colleagues greet me on this artificial isle
but I find it strangely hard to even fake a smile
Symmetry of lines perfectly aligned
Society that thrives in a world that’s in its prime
A long awaited moment, a year has come to pass
I watch the turn of fresh digits on a liquid hourglass
It brings a strong sensation, a reverb fills the place,
echoes a cheering nation, an ideal human race
I fall into a memory of a distant time and place
A sudden moment of clarity illuminates my solid gaze
Symmetry of lines perfectly aligned
Society that thrives in a world that’s in its prime
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Once again aboard this train
on which I travel day to day through space and time
Supposed to lead in a race against light
but the slowly moving scenery outside makes me wonder
Is my assumption even right?
“You know it would be impossible”,
said the girl with the purple hair
I think I know her face from somewhere
“Are you for real or only fooling me?”
I asked the girl with the purple hair
Frankly don’t know if I should even care
Feeling a subtle shift in time
Hands of the clock are falling behind
“You think it’s real or only a dream?”
asked the girl with the purple hair
She must have been following me everywhere
The liquid hourglass on the wall,
seems it hasn’t moved at all in quite some time
“Land ahoy!” the conductor cried
I have a feeling that the people on this ride keep staring at me
I step outside with a troubled mind
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6. |
Cops & Thieves
03:42
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I cannot shake the thought of somebody watching me
Or is my mind just messed up from this constant lack of sleep?
And I feel that these streets are not quite what they used to be
The once so perfect grids are now defying symmetry
Caught in a game of cops and thieves,
my mind is running from this world that’s daunting me
Soon reverberating sounds crowd in
and seize those overwhelming sentiments within
The Earth's rotation feels much faster than it used to be
with every step I take I feel a change in gravity
Cannot tell if the world around me has always been this way
or if this fractured line of thought’s encoded in my D.N.A
Caught in a game of cops and thieves,
my mind is running from this world that’s daunting me
Soon reverberating sounds crowd in
and seize those overwhelming sentiments within
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I pass the turnstile, my watch unsynced
The fierce sound of the chorus it reverberates within
And all beholders share a distinctive mark
This army wearing purple lights a fire into the dark
I lay my eyes on this world I used to know
and try to make some sense out of the paper I unfold
And in the abyss I feel I’m trapped within
The lady she appears to me with a sinister grin
Now I’m dwelling…
I’m dwellin’ in the apocalypse, baby
Now I’m dwelling…
I’m dwellin’ in the apocalypse, baby
I feel my consciousness is running out of bounds
A lighting flash reveals a crumbling burning ground
The reverb carries on with an ever increasing sound
with a wave of pressure that tears up everything around
I lay my eyes on this world I used to know
I feel it’s slowly dying as the sun is turning cold
And in this abyss an ever growing void
The street below is disappearing, the end I can’t avoid…
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8. |
Embrace the Reverb
06:11
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There’s a certain way to dream your dream away
Everlasting mend to heed the slightest sacrament
Feel it reach your head and overflow your brain
Candles lit instead of a crippling dark descent
Embrace the reverb!
Execute the sequence, perform a treatment to reconcile
Reboot the system to push infected thoughts aside
Give in to the electric waves and let the flux run through your veins
Open up the gateway between illusion and what remains
Embrace the reverb!
There is a light inside a spiral – maybe I’ll find my way in
Escape from this world that appears so broken
Amend my mind from within
The light reveals a distinct shade of purple
Reverberation fills my brain
And through the voices that feel so distorted
I think she’s calling out my name
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9. |
Behind the Narrow Door
11:46
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Electric rush illuminates my fleeting mind within
A movement breaks inside the spiral – I’m caught inside its spin
The final particle is breaking, inducing a great force
My consciousness disintegrates as I pass through some narrow door
Now a singularity unfolding before my eyes
reveals a wheel that’s turning counterclockwise
My vision’s dazzled by the brightness from within
The wheel reflecting a million lifetimes in an eternal spin
Behind the narrow door! I sense a strange shimmering light
Behind the narrow door! But I don’t know if it’s day or night
An infinite number of alternative lives
In the strangest ways they are all intertwined
I feel I’m slowly being detached from that wheel
I now realize what my mind’s been trying to conceal
Behind the narrow door! I sense a strange shimmering light
Behind the narrow door! But I don’t know if it’s day or night
"Could it be that all that’s real to me
is conjured up by some other entity?
A simulated world where all is perfectly aligned,
each soul forming a collective artificial mind.
And with this realization I sense the solid walls,
I feel I’ve come back from a dream inside this great white hall!
A familiar figure in a white coat greets me with a stare.
She sighs in relief and brushes away her purple hair..."
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Astral Bazaar Helsinki, Finland
A Finnish band dedicated to making music that breaks the boundaries between traditional genres – Astral Bazaar plays an
exotic blend of progressive and psychedelic rock with plenty of improvised jams!
Lauri Loikkanen (guitar & vocals)
Pekka Lehtelä (guitar)
Mikael Saarikangas (saxophone, guitar & vocals)
Nuutti Autio (bass & vocals)
Eetu Peltoluhta (drums)
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