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Theory
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Variance
04:14
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I need some time to myself, but I hate being alone. Why do I feel so isolated when motion and sound is constant? How can I find myself? I just need silence. I'll cast it out: the color, the shape, the dimension, the sound. When nothingness hits I will drown in the wavelengths. A clear conscience will bring endless possibilities. In this realm we control and manipulate anything. We are beings of light. Beneath the cloak you're just like me: frail beings with cosmic potency. Sweet sympathy in the construct of consistency. Can you feel it? Can you hear it? The world is changing right beneath our feet. Just trade it all: the parchment for the pen. The signature defies you. It binds us all to contractual simulation. We play the game, the unconscious quarantine. Remove yourself from their grasp. Immanent decadence awaits you. So find the light.
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Symmetry
05:53
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I've been hiding between the panels, a place where I cannot be heard or seen. Hands caressing the base of the clouds, reaching for serenity. Hoping for our hands to intertwine and create the illusion of symmetry. You mean so much to me. You're the anchor that holds me here, yet you're the waves that pull me away. The drowning sensation and the scenery relieves me from the portraits. I hope my actions scar the world to permanently remind them of the true meaning of home. The true meaning of hope. I lost a piece of hope not long ago and it was the foundation of my home. The building crumbled; felt dead inside. The scenery burnt, the scenery dry. Then a breeze followed by a light rain was enough to hope to see each other again. Storms are playing symphonies, we are just dancers in the rain. And we will dance forever. So let's set the stage, write a new page, give all hope we can to the new age. Let's set the fucking stage. The stories will live on as long as the poets remain. A legend never dies. Storms are playing symphonies, we are just dancers in the rain. Let it pour. Pick your feet up. Never lose that drive for salvation. Pick your feet up and keep your head high. You're like a brother to me. You were like a brother to me and I will treat you like family. You'll have a place in my heart for eternity. We create the illusion of symmetry.
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I will conduct a plague to perform melodies that will sing you to sleep. Do not let your eyes wander. Focus in on me. Release the hand of reality and take a walk with me. Just free your mind, forget what it means to be afraid of the world and what lies behind closed doors. There are greater treasures than you could know. The greatest treasures like within your heart. I have fought this way to get this far, to express my love through a work of art. I stood by my dreams through and through. You believed in me and I believe in you. Now is your time to dream on.
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Colors
04:09
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I finally see your true colors. The radiance makes me uneasy. The collision of patterns distort my perception, yet I feel alive. The curiosity peaks and I'm entranced in your design. For a moment I'm lifted until the patterns pull me down. Gravity. The pendulum sways with ease. Momentum will carry me as I fall victim to these visions. I'll see beyond the luminosity. These transformations, the alteration of the mind, of what we perceive. You'll speak in tongues, but you'll speak with ease. Still, no one will listen. Scenery will rust away. Once again you'll fall victim. Parasitic decay. We must push forward and reactivate their minds. Demonstrate the beauty of our anatomy. We were built to embrace higher mentality, a consciousness we thought we could never achieve. That we could not achieve. Demonstrate the beauty of our anatomy. Separate from the shell that holds us back from reality. When there is nothing left, we must transcend. When there is nothing left, will this world end? Is this the end? When you're staring death in the face are you confident that you have found clarity? BLEH!?
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Psychosis
00:42
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At the Throat of the World: there he stands with the answers to every question that you've ever held. And with their voices high I'm summoned to the skies to bring forth Alduin's demise. From the dawn of time is was foretold that the Dragonborn will rise once more. Absorbing souls; disintegrate to bone. I'll begin to shout through the way of the voice. FUS! Seven thousand steps could never hold me down. The prophecy will be fulfilled. I shall wear the jagged crown. Climbing higher never to look back. I have the world in my hands. This is my path. And when I reach the top this world will ice over, storms will fill the skies. I've done this on to you by the sound of my voice. I am the Dragonborn! FUS RO! To the front lines! It's now or never! We spill Imperial blood for the greater good of the world. FUS RO DAH! I am the Dragonborn!
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Behold, the Tarantella Cedar Rapids, Iowa
Behold, the Tarantella is a solo project of Matty Apel (myself) and will remain this way at this time. There's no telling what the future may hold, but one thing is certain... There will always be music and it will always be written to inspire everyone to be the best person they can be. I love you all and I hope that what I create will move you in a positive direction in your life. ... more
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