No way there’s no way
There’s no way hey
No way 
Say there’s no way hey
No way

I'm dying inside I'm naked 
The summer's burning 
But I know I'm whispering 
"Follow the skies 
The devil is white"
It’s nothing of me
But it’s all I can make today

No way there’s no way
There’s no way hey
No way 
Say there’s no way hey
No way

Your fate coming
Death from katana
We fly to Japan
But we’ll never make it
To France a station 
To renew your cover
I will recover, I will recover

No way there’s no way
There’s no way hey
No way 
Say there’s no way hey
No way

I’ll find you
It’s all I need to do

The sky in disguise won’t matter
It doesn’t matter, it don’t matter to me
The sky, the sky, doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter

The sky, doesn’t matter, doesn’t matter, the sky
The sky, doesn’t matter, too late, it’s too late! 

No way there’s no way
There’s no way hey
No way 
Say there’s no way hey
No way

Vocals, Guitar, Synth, Lyrics, Programming: Philip Obando
Mastered at Casa Grande Studios

It’s never too late if you bring your mates
Lovers connect at a silent pace
You’re running scared while you disconnect
Kill your mate at your convenience 

Ghostly sounds at the factory
Partial love of the industry
Criminals of an elegance
No one speaks of deliverance

A man machine now it feels detached
A mass effect of the modern eye
They must protect what is more or less
Oblivion with romantic haze

It’s much too late for the black machine
Metal arms turning seventeen
A renaissance for the modern man
Fall in love with their new demise

Vocals, Guitar, Synth, Lyrics, Programming: Philip Obando
Mastered at Casa Grande Studios

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Moving On

They set the rules we simply follow
They make the laws we're to comply
The structures built they block the sun light
The roads designed to drive us mad

But you and I we're born of this place
And I know that you would like to escape
You and I we're starting to think
That there's something else out of this place

It's control over you over me
It's control over you over me
It's control over you over me
It's control over you over me

An education but nothing new
Its money spent but nothing is gained
A healthy dose designed to kill
An interval exists between two worlds

But you and I we're born of this place
And I know that you would like to escape
You and I we're starting to think
That there's something else out of this place

It's control over you over me
It's control over you over me
It's control over you over me
It's control over you over me

Synth, Lyrics, Programming: Philip Obando
Vocals: Anne M
Mastered at Casa Grande Studios

Control

Electric obsession.
Red light accumulation.
Sex filter inside us.
Keeps things from heat exhaustion

With you, closer to,
Inside you, breathing fumes,
Two secrets, you keep them,
Away from me.

Vocals, Guitar, Synth, Lyrics, Programming: Philip Obando
Bass: Armond Angeles
Mastered at Casa Grande Studios

Electric

She never knew it would come to this
Never had known what to make of it
Red lipstick dark hair a silhouette 
Then I found you smoking cigarettes
You looked at me

Look at us we have something to say
Act nonchalant as people watch
Tell me a story I'll tell one too
Sip from your drink I'll take a sip or two
Now let's dance

She drifts within everyone around
Dancer the dark is your superstar
Moving through people they're all the same
Red lipstick girl I didn't get your name

Dark hair girl
Dark hair girl
Dark hair girl
Dark hair girl

Vocals, Guitar, Synth, Lyrics, Programming: Philip Obando
Bass: Armond Angeles
Mastered at Casa Grande Studios

Dark Hair Girl

Hello, hello, my time machine adenosine.
The sky agrees.
It’s all we see.
Under a tree. 

I find your eyes under a sign.
You can’t decide what happens next. 
Cause you’re so twisted, you’re so tempted.
Cannot hide it, cannot accept it now.

We die inside a super star.
And time ticks by.
You slip and slide.
The path aligns.

The pressure fails to read the code.
It happens slow, a bomb explodes.
Cause you’re so twisted, you’re so tempted.
Cannot hide it, cannot accept it now.

Chorus
You and I.
We have to watch seals die.
The clouds have eyes and now we’re compromised.
We have to watch the bomb destroy.
Everything, everything, everything we have under the sun.

Am I alive? My body’s cold, but I don’t know.
Can barely breathe. Can barely move.

I find it funny that we made it.
The floor has cracked and two large pieces.
Far apart, too much debris.
Fires burn as far as I can see.

So I don’t know what happens now the sun is cold.
A flower born into this world.
Without remorse, without disease.
But somehow made, it somehow made it.
I won’t stop this. I won’t let it.
Please don’t let it go before it dies.

Vocals, Guitar, Synth, Lyrics, Programming: Philip Obando
Bass: Armond Angeles
Mastered at Casa Grande Studios

1799

When night falls she stays and awaits him
The night of the red cloak, to save me
From death to life, he'll baptize me
Renew and convert me to being
wake now
from deep in your dreaming
wake now
from dead in your sleeping
don't cry now
can't dread in your weeping
wake to
the hell you are seeing
Bird of night forgo my life for me
At daybreak sing over my calyx
A lull for tranquility-solace
We'll lie at the water's edge 
wake now
from deep in your dreaming
wake now
from dead in your sleeping
Don't cry now
can't dread in your weeping
wake to
the hell you are seeing
Nine circles we pass through to rebirth
When Virgil can light me the way
Limbo to treason we journey
Emerge at dawn to the stars 

Lotus

So many words have been unsaid. 
Built in the dark to contemplate. 
A sound for ears but lost in sight. 
So quietly, deliberately, deliberately! 
They give consent to the unknown. 
So violently, you doublespeak in front of me. 

​So take this night fall to the horizons of godless fortune. 
And spew your scriptures of endless patter, get on your knees now. 
So they won't believe you, no, they won't believe you. 
They won't believe you, no, no-one believes you! No-one. 
​ 
Your escapades have many sides. 
Your batting eyes say all I know, say all I know. 
The stratosphere of cutting lies. 
Are captured here and visible, they're visible. 
Epic your mind and vast ego. 
Echoes a sound of love and hate, it's not too late. 
​ 
To take this night fall to the horizons of godless fortune. 
And spew your scripture of endless patter, get on your knees now. 
So they won't believe you, no, they won't believe you. 
They won't believe you, no, no-one believes you! No-one at all. 

As cold as ice, your cunning eyes. 
Depraved, impulsed, you're breathing hard, demoralized. 
The silent space where you belong. 
You're standing there, you feel it now, you feel it now

released December 10, 2015 
Vocals, Guitar, Synth, Lyrics, Programming: Philip Obando 
Bass: Armond Angeles 
Mastered at Peerless Mastering

Doublespeak

Recursive, aggressive, it locks to your cell system. 
Genetic, mutation, it spreads in all directions. 
If there is hope, it flows in your stream. 
But they don’t know, vaccine HD3. 
​ 
I’ve got a secret to tell. 
Let’s meet in the place where you hide your gun. 
Dead while the other’s alive. 
The future is a means to an end in sight. 
Zombie bird, you’re a zombie bird. 
Zombie birds, you’re all zombie birds. 
​ 
We're running from cities, through empty streets and silence. 
I've killed them, in cold blood, though I am not a killer. 
But there is hope, it flows in your stream. 
And they must know, vaccine hd3.
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released December 10, 2015 
Vocals, Guitar, Synth, Lyrics, Programming: Philip Obando 
Bass: Armond Angeles 
Mastered at Peerless Mastering

Zombie Birds

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Echolust is an American band formed in Long Beach, California in 2011. The band consists of musicians Philip Obando, Armond Angeles and Tony Lee Jackson. Together, they recapture and reinterpret important eras of subculture essence that has musically influenced them their entire lives, through personal point of views, perspectives, experiences, gains and losses. 



Philip was about to give it all up, annoyed and frustrated with the lack of finding the right people to write music with. One summer, upon recording a few demos in 2012, he met Armond through friends at an Echo and The Bunnymen show in Los Angeles. Armond did bass work for a Smiths-like sounding band. But after a few recorded tracks, there was no more motion and movement and they disbanded soon thereafter. Philip and Armond exchanged information and a couple months later started recording songs. The goal was to create a five track EP release. However, instead of an EP, they decided to write an entire LP record, and soon sought the talents of a lead guitarist. While the music that was being created sounded great, there was an element missing. Philip told Armond that the tracks needed a sound that was more distorted, something of a mixture of Cocteau Twins, Slowdive and My Bloody Valentine. One night, Philip was Dj-ing at a small dive bar when he met Tony. During a Cocteau Twins track, Tony approached Philip and they soon started talking about music. That's when Philip knew he was the right guy for the job. Tony's musical background consists of having recorded work for bands, Pile Up and Russian Bones, however stalled in 2001 due to death, drug addiction and personal bickering. But soon, all three were recording new material. 



All three bring very specific elements to the table. Armond's basslines are reminiscent of a beloved 80's gloomy English Post Punk era, cold, delayed and distant, Tony's experimental shoegaze textures captures a wildly beautiful but contained distortion, while Philip's guitar, synth and lyrics tell stories about a sense of personal loss, wonder and moving on. 

It’s been one of the more curious things about Los Angeles: Here, in the land of sun, sand and self-importance, a vital vein of post-punk music — and its shoegaze, darkwave and industrial variants — has always flowed freely. Echolust are among the latest to indulge in shadowy soundscapism. The Long Beach duo of Philip Obens and Armond Angeles this spring released a seven-song collection titled “Fourier Series” that sounds like it came from some gloomy U.K. city in the 1980s. Which is a good thing for fans of Joy Division, the Cure, Echo & the Bunnymen and inhabitants of that musical lineage. Obens handles the singing, guitar and synths here, Angeles the bass, and together they’ve nailed the foreboding but cathartic beauty of the music.

— Kevin Bronson, Buzzbands.la 

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