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The Particle Rendition

by Behold, the Tarantella

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1.
Inhale 02:20
…so it begins. Trees brushing against the base of the clouds. The wind singing to the sea of the wondrous view. A circumstance that leaves you breathless. For one brief moment you’re floating amongst the constellations. Heavy hearts have lost their weight. Emotions recalculate to a new wavelength. Torn pages are mended and re-written. A poet emerges from the distance with the world in his hands understanding the importance of this very moment.
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Growth 03:17
Eyelids detach from one another. I rest no more. Captivated by the artistry. These roots release and I’m free to wander in the fascination of kinesthesia. The perfect component to my existence. Bearing the aura of virtue, where the stars begin to align: there rests a soul of harmonic clarity that compliments my design. My senses heighten as I move toward the source of serenity. I’m hypnotized, mesmerized, overwhelmed by this feeling. As hands intertwine I rid myself of uncertainty. Illuminate the sky and watch the atmosphere begin to breathe a new life from darkness introduced to the wanderers below. Together we will grow! Come into my garden and let it all unfold in front of your eyes.
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Burden 05:58
The spark that ignites inspiration lies within this delicate soul. Those eyes crystalize, but they never grow cold. Rose petals fall to fill the air and now I’m learning to breathe despite the road ahead and what time may bring. Retain the vivid within the haze. Relive the color disguised in gray. I’ll hold on to these memories, the recollection. The distance between the roots and the leaves shape the patterns within growth. The flow of the waves will eventually change. The flow of the waves will eventually change. From joyous to uneasy like the cutting of the tongue; the dagger moved to throat and the seams became undone. This is the burden I bear. Extending hands to show the way. Beyond the body cold lies change. Waking again. Selfless offering. A child of earth resides in my arms. I offer warmth and promise no harm. Sleep precious one. You’ll awaken once more.
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Coincide within the walls of my perception. Slipping through the cracks and drifting between all opportunity. I can’t maintain the lunacy circling my better judgement. The ground shakes; leaves recede. Patterns have lost their flow. A tug of war between my own morality consumes me. In retrospect, I have fallen away from certainty. I've lost all ability to dream. This cataclysmic state is draining the life out of me. I need to find an escape… From this state of mind to somewhere I belong. It’s time that I found my way. Deciphering from right and wrong is the essence of mortality. Conflicted by my own fucking mind. How can you make the blind see?
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Crucible 04:10
Save me! I’ve been calling your name. A vacant shell resides beside the identity. Shackled to the walls that stand alone. Oblivious to key in hand. I’m losing sight, I’m losing sleep. Gluttony has found its appetite, but I’ll push away. I find brief respite when I close my eyes and hear her voice. Just open up your heart. The key lies within you. My wrists are bloodied and bruised. I can no longer hold my own weight. The concrete is soon to become my final resting place. I’ve lost all hope, I’ve lost all faith. Please come back to me.
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The parable speaks of a figure that’s destined to show the way. My knees hit the floor, a shadow floods over my body. My head turns to witness immaculate beauty. Without a word she speaks to me.
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Recalibration of perception. My intuition has been speaking in tongues I’ve failed to comprehend. I’ll shed my skin, I’ll listen close. A redefined articulate construction of design. Washing away the distant echoes. The withered pedals amongst the fully bloomed. The new will flourish where the lifeless are laid: the perpetual cycle. Deface the concept of mourning those who have passed and commend their individuality. When sparks evolve to flames the fire destroys or maintains. Water may drown or revive the being. The earth provides a place to rest or can collapse underneath. Wind sends you over the edge or guides you at sea. It’s time we assimilate the nature of our surroundings. It’s time I rectify the aftermath of my mistakes. I am the student, I am the instructor. I am the sun, I am the waves. We are the atoms that forge every aspect of this universe. Reap the fortune of coexistence. Reap the lessons from which we grow. Reap the passion from the dreams we fight for. Reap the fruit from the seeds we’ve sewn. Life is all about the experience, so experience all you can. Our vessels may expire, but our spirits will live on. We need the pain, we need the love, we need the hate, we need it all.
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Exhale 05:11
Consumed by the fluctuation of energy. A shift into the abstract. I lose composure as I attempt to rise to my feet; my vision nearly depletes. Gaining momentum, I emerge from between the cracks of my own display. From a fractured shell, I emanate. I’ve never felt so alive A surge of vitality emits through my fingertips as they lift me from the concrete. I found my purpose, I have found my identity. The fear is leaving me. Illuminate brighter than the sun. Remove the darkness from where light once was. I can’t recall the last time I’ve made sense of fate. Overcome with peace of mind. With the hope that he can conjure harmony. A source of divinity refined. I peered into his eyes for the last time. "These hands have never held a soul of such selfless action. His eyes like aster - fractal deep into the core - they radiate. Scarlet seas flood the earth beneath as it slips through the cracks in my hands." I feel myself slipping away.
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Dreamscape 03:40
So surreal... as it takes shape I find myself walking the dreamscape. Manipulate the very things I see. Every variable reveals a seed... We plant those in which we see potential. Witness growth. Get lost within the glow. Let us dance within the wavelengths. Reveal the light. Unveil the sun. Shower this realm in ecstasy. Feel the rays dance upon your body. This is the new reality. I'll dream forever, but I'll never sleep. Colors are passing by in equivalence to a distant reality. I do not feel remorse. Locate lost grace and impersonate your imperfections. I've surpassed the adolescent mind. I've taken steps, I've fallen down. If this is what it takes to balance out the weight remaining on the scales, let's find peace and clarity in an ocean of foreign tales. Tales that scream for air as they break from the waves. To surface is to breathe. Amplify the resonance when the sound is deafening. Break the barriers you created. Walk the dreamscape with me.

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released September 15, 2015

Artwork, mixing, mastering, writing by Behold, the Tarantella

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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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