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This is pure progressive rock. The songs are very long, very high energy with metal influences but very unstructured with many tempo changes and time signature
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Peak #1
Author
Tony Imbo
Uploaded
September 30, 2007
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MP3 15.8 MB • 256 kbps • 17:16
Story behind the song
Man is an obsessive creature, and love can fuel such actions. This song entails a search back through time for love, amidst future world retro-viral infestation, new universe creation, and discoveries of what consitutes self - Set 5,000+ years in the future, amidst a world devistated by the effects of newly forming retro-viruses, a man who initially was on a team to destroy people acquiring such mutations, accidently discovers a place that served as a shrine to a women several thousands years in the past, and from the remnants located at that site, puts together her full story and becomes obsessed with meeting her. This man himself acquires such retro-virus, but before he himself is destroyed he fabricates a story that this women was the initial source of the retro-virus, and voluntiers to be transitted back in time via a untested complete data recreation of that time when she lived. While being transmitted, his matter can be recreated without the retro-viral patterns, but ONLY within a different universe in another time. His official mission is to destroy the woman, but his real goal is simply to be there with her. The transmission and time recreation doesn't quite go as planned from either side's perspective - I'll let you figure out the rest.
Lyrics
No it’s so god and future siren joust voice command so there’s no god or future making plan.
(Who is she? What is this place?)
She staples cobwebs to her hands imposter evaluated she toasts the umbrageous jacks can afford a leisure next persuaded in hara-kiri trifles a literary joke a mark of the avalanche bewildered by the austere cryogens carnages siege. She nailed jesus to her feet to glide the oceans and in her backpack superman to fly the stars apportioned in the braided eons excavated in canopy surveying the territories found in a mess her dress was left for me.
(Change was but a consequence of circumstance...)
Vis-eo sets on a stealth inflated from a bum wax toad with a past fixation wash a lithe face with anticipated dose of electro-babe. Well on top of the stash was a grid solution toiling crud red flakes when I substituted the hour at stake through a vague abusive on a rope in a viral tank. Plague a rug ecstasy on demand fortified regurgitations banned faking fornications flake a chase rub a spiral accused. Hey, my tracers came today, you know life could be so damn easy just blasting things away. Few have had this chance to choose I made a call it’s all so pristine but what’s there now to lose.
Oh ride a sub-rail station find accelerator in a red draped bar an investigator sixty-five lubes try to buy-locator her shifting in a primal stew. So if my place erased DNA strands (terra-stored accessible to…) and then to recreate perfect again (retro-viral past transmittal through..) on questioning continuation consciousness will fuse? Hey, my chaser came today you know life would be so damn easy just blasting me away who mistakenly accused insider faulted null contagion now there’s so much to do.
(....And circumstance a partition of time)
Shiny weight on my shins shovel the irony drunken aspiring to funnel a way to prevent my detection a slight on a needle replacement for edges of callous redeeming in cold clean exceptions now being to reading a subtle rejection in forming a leader it’s safe to uncover this plan questions fallaciously seeding the sand hovers in reticence. We cannot now isolate it retroactive genes restate it if you want a cure its more than temporary transmittal when you return to form. Incubator racing fatal generator escalating you may not return to form but doesn’t mean you’ll come to harm if you return to form.
And it doesn’t matter where you’ve been reviving under pressure in places fortified to give a remote chance to catch her and if you should get there alive in buckled break repealing a synonym for genocide and swift repentant dealings.
(What of self remains, causation in entity, formation from remnants of repaired sequences, a search of synapse collapsed, myopic redundancy postulated from crated energy, recreation in para-regulated parallelisms, terabits rejected, reestablished, universal restoration in controlled fermentation, an inevitable sterility encompassed, encaged, articulated, I am as such bonded)
(Unbeknownst, transformed)
And it doesn’t matter where you land establish quark connections to pre-discover why you live in patterns redirected if questioning your conscious mind another source revealing a method to uncover time and justify the healing and our only chance.
Come, I’m not afraid to serenade a brand new breakthrough...oscillate formulated poison arrows through a crack in a window dreaming days gone by, I wait to die. Arid solace belated rehearsals correlate foreign leaders streaming jaded eyes beseeched I try. And if I have to fornicate prestigious bearing beaded breath upon my jewel, and if I have to start a world’s evolvement mostly hypothetically induced a failed truce. I hear of rumored bait reclused wait in a forest cellar, I traveled down seeking crimson magic days go by I’ve seen you fly. I lightly sneak a hunter meek sentimental teething bustard mechanical on wings devised, I’ll get me high. And if I have to break from my extensions
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