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Darkglass B7K Line 6 M9 Spector Custom Legend Goody Buddy Dylan Taylor

Far From Home Updated

Awake

Short test clip (riff from F.C.P.R.E.M.I.X.) to show off the Darkglass Vintage Microtubes OD. Drums and mixing by Dylan Taylor. 
Signal Chain: Interface>Darkglass B7K>Darkglass Vintage OD>MXR Bass Compressor>Spector Custom Legend-5

Vintage Test Clip

Dylan and I decided to revisit an old Priyah song. 

Lyrics: 
War erupts over the Face of the Cosmos and I am its supreme overseer. 
Systematic cleansing will take over the universe and I am it's supreme forebear. Through the silence of the millinea I hear the voice of our creator cry out. Praise is exhumed in the void, and I cannot deny this presence. This sector is empty, echoes of a grand construct. Pursuing what can never be found, our existence takes it's toll. The vessel heaves itself through the stars; screaming through a vast array of silent watchers. What a great spectacle we must be out here. Hide the bodies among the stars. Prayer must remove all senses of wrongdoing. Inequity flows like water. Holding onto the premise, that I was right. Creation is here.

Sector

Lyrics: The profundity and depth of man is often discovered in solitude 
With only our own measure to test the water, 
Don’t we all consider ourselves deep when we’re in over our heads? 
Mountains carefully rooted to the earth bend around the road and the silence of travel opens up before me. 
You come to me in my dreams and I seek you out in the sun
The ghost you’ve become escapes me as the lane lines blend together into a foggy blur 
The objective nature of reality is often misrepresented. 
If I was better at presenting myself maybe things would be different. 
If I had the chance to do it all over again I probably wouldn’t. 
Not that I find assurance in the nature of things, but the perceptive reality being presented to me 
Is one I understand, sensory perception takes my hand and leads me down the hall. 
I’m in love with this. One is all. 
I miss you. 
Whatever I’ve been reaching for died several years ago, alone in its bedroom and though, even in my obsessive desire to hold onto everything I can’t even dig it up. As if it wants to be revived. 
Maybe I’m a narcissist. 
The validation of my reality lies in the notion that any alternative would be absurd. 
Tiny birds mirror the movements of my car and even the clearly represented mile-markers confirm that I am still so far, from any logical destination.  
If you were with me, to man the station, this might make a little more sense. 
You came to me in a dream. 
The fact of the matter is God is just as real as we are. 
Light surrounds the view of my windshield
A hand extends through the glow 
I reach out and grab it 
I am ascending, we are ascending

Instrumental-Other Planes by Before Babel

https://soundcloud.com/before-babel

What. (Before Babel-Other Planes)

Instrumental taken from Trifonic-Calling-Ninth Wave. 

Lyrics are my own: 
It's October, the sun bleeds over the I-25 and the sky is bleached opaque white to thin red.The road stretches on endlessly as the glare from opposing drivers filters in through the windshield. Somewhere a few hundred miles away, you lay in a hospital bed, its cold, all the lines are straight and you're alone. Night doesn't fall anymore. The sun won't rise. It's always late evening, the sky is always the same color. There isn't much difference between the tight confines of this car ride and standing in the middle of the desert. The situation is inescapable, and I am powerless. 
Every fall is the same, I'm in love with you again, while I lay in someone else's bed, The days roll awkwardly along, and the struggle for purpose is no longer a struggle, we generate our own. The leaves cascade orange to red around your body as you lay still on the ground, the earth blinks and we're a few miles outside of Phoenix, AZ again. Red to orange bleeds through the black veins of civilization. I can never seem to escape it, telephone poles are as numerous as our troubles 
I-25 continues West, there is no new beginning here, we've conquered every frontier and there aren't anymore destinies to manifest. That evening spent on the road was almost a year ago now, the sky opens up into a fair shade of blue and the trees grow green and the flowers a blissful shade of yellow It's the heat of summer and even that takes me back
The ground we set you in is cold, and the earth tumbles under itself, compressing the foundational greatness that is the spirit of life. Every fanciful glance on the past is as wonderful as the first rain in Spring. I find myself laying in an open field, water rushing by my ears and I'm dozing between dreams. The sky has no color here and I'm away on my own floating above the expanse of the city I monitor from above. 
The Things I Think I'm Missing aren't nearly as perfect as what's in front of me now I'm realizing that as I'm jerked awake by the rushing rain forcing itself from heaven to sky to earth. Welcome to the humble fascination of the cyclical nature of the world I have no hand in this, and that's why it's beautiful. The water hitting the grass creates a symphony I cannot fathom Notes glide through the air weaving an effortless tapestry of belonging A few hundred miles in the distant I-25 stretches through the desert into a blood red horizon and all the pieces of myself that I left on that vast expanse begin to wither away in the sand The dreams I've been having aren't dreams anymore I close my eyes one last time as the rain fluidly articulates the contour of my being 
Just as I knew it would white light illuminates my view 
Sun and sky are blotted out as the earth is consumed 
The same vibrant sound continues on paving the way from reality to the multitude I couldn't have done this without you.

I-25

Taylord and Jvan come together to solve a puzzling crime streak in downtown Los Angeles. What they find is more than they bargained for. ALL HAIL THE FUZZ. 

LA LifeStyle

I usually add a few effects and music to my spoken word. This time I chose to keep the audio raw and include breath sounds and stutters because I wanted the audio to reflect the same reality I was trying to communicate vocally. 

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