Music by George Barbera
Lyrics by Kevin Varghese

Free download: http://k-gb.bandcamp.com/track/vapours
Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=prNzOHDDpb0

He got a bad start, covers up his track marks
Long sleeves so they won’t believe he’s got a sad heart
They say it’s tragic when your friends become your enemies
I say it happens and now half these dudes is dead to me
It’s ecstasy when I pen a rhyme with such complexity
While staring jagged daggers at these monsters sitting next to me
In hot pursuit of opportunity
My persona’s calm enough to tranquilize communities
As soon as he revels in the fact, he’s a rebel in the back
Levels flat, but it’s something cardiac when he attacks
His imagery, making mental pictures enigmatic
As he drops a pack of visual syllables through the static
Rushing to the panic where the hate takes the love
Scared strong until his face up in the mud becomes a fistful of blood

All the while
He’d hold the smile
It was an old disguise for souls defiled
He craves the pavement, so now he hits the ground running
The truth is they never saw this shit coming
I was too young for a spiritual crisis
Still in suspense at the miracle life is
Lifeless with a story that he hated
The greater the fall, the more he’s captivated
There’s a price he has to pay for the innocent
Like cigarettes burning at both ends till the middle’s lit
A little bit of all his love is still loose
But the knots in the wire were the edge of the noose

But I push the kiss of death away
To forget that yesterday
I still felt like I was nothing at all
I got these melodies telling me to be
Laughing it off, stay laughing it off
And I’m so glad that I’m lost
It gives me purpose
And underneath the surface
He knows that he’s been cursed but the journey’s always worth it
He’s nocturnal in the dead of the night
Up with a journal and a pen just to right
In hindsight, maybe ending the fight with my life and the edge of a knife
Was the catastrophe meant to be the last of me, has to be
Lungs slowly filling to capacity in a sunshine-battered-shoreline fantasy
As the waves dig a grave for my memories
I’m hoping that the open sea can wash away what’s broken me
I spot my problems, but I’m blind to the solutions
My mind is so abusive, yet I find it so amusing

Korosive & GB - VAPOURS

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https://georgebarbera.bandcamp.com/track/stars-die-live-at-tarquins-seaweed-farm


Music and lyrics by Steven Wilson

The moon shook and curled up like gentle fire. 
The ocean glazed and melted wire. 
Voices buzzed in spiral eyes. 
Stars dived in blinding skies. 

Stars die. Blinding skies. 

Tree cracked and mountain cried. 
Bridges broke, window sighed. 
Cells grew up and rivers burst. 
Sound obscured and sense reversed. 

Idle mind and severed soul. 
Silent nerves and begging bowl. 
Shallow haze to blast a way. 
Hyper sleep to end the day.

Stars Die (Live at Tarquin's Seaweed Farm)

Crashing, floating, 
She smiles, turning, 
Tide falls, we lie down, 
Perfect, but we still find a way, 
To darken up the day. 
She signals she’s ok, 
But as I look over, she turns her face away. 

Breeze picks up, a cloud hangs down, 
We’ll share our warmth, but it won’t last for long. 

Out here in the real world, 
The waves are coming to beat us into sand. 

Sometimes it’s enough, 
But love is hard for us. 
You see it too. 
Please enjoy this day with me, 
Happy as can be, 
As we can be. 

And the summer’s slipping quietly into deep hues and cool-air dreams; 
Fading memories. 

Crashing, floating, 
She smiles in my dreams.

All music and lyrics written, recorded, mixed, mastered, and produced by George Barbera.

Shoegaze

The day is passing out of reach, 
Night entombs me gracefully. 
Gentle Sun leans in, 
But my lips are dry and crumbling. 

Old thoughts rustle in the breeze upon the ground. 
(Grey-shroud figure, now small and frail), 
Statue of past things, 
Adorn this brief, ringed emptiness of trees. 

Statue of past things, bathing in cool starlight forever, 
This world of green light, where does the earth go when it dies? 

They are passing out of reach, 
Through the trees and to the sea. 
White ships light my memory, 
Wish I didn’t live asleep. 
The day is passing out of reach, 
When will I get back on my feet? 

There once was a beautiful place of great goodness, 
Deep within the endless firs. 
Golden light, shimmering laughter of spirits, 
And when it rained, life was free. 

Deep within the slumbering stone lights a flicker, 
Of a distant age that forgot it here. 
A gathering of its embrittled senses, 
Suddenly an urge to see. 

Deep within the endless firs of the forest, 
(The day is passing out of reach), 
The sleeping stone was remembering. 
(When will I get back on my feet?), 
Look around, find your home unfamiliar, 
(A momentary vision; red curtain flutters; no wind), 
Upon the ground, reclaimed parts of me. 
Lift my head, 
(A momentary vision; Great Owl, won't you sing?), 
I lift my head, 
Look around, 
(Am I alone in darkness?), 
I look ahead, 
(The veil of trees; do not wander), 
I take a step, 
(You must not leave your station), 
I don’t turn around, 
(Great Owl, won't you guide my fall and protect me from waking?), 
I’m real again, 
(Now you're a fading vision), 
I'm awake again. 
(Shaken from a dream). 

Faster now, I’m walking now, 
Starts to rain, don’t know the way, 
I’m running now, there’s light ahead, 
Rain turns to glass, push it aside and find a white door.

All music and lyrics written, recorded, mixed, mastered, and produced by George Barbera. Additional vocal performances by Julianne Ortiz.

White Lodge

You’re never gonna feel it again, 
Childhood had faded, but when? 
Lay awake each night to pretend, 
That life I knew will never end. 
My emotions are wrong; weigh them again, 
Recalculate the dosage and send me on my way. 

You’re never gonna feel it again, 
Childhood had faded, but when? 
I’m taking the long way home.

All music and lyrics written, recorded, mixed, mastered, and produced by George Barbera.

River

It’s cold out here in uncertainty, 
How can one person truly love some other self? 
Maybe we’re just complicating to survive mortal consciousness,
I’m scared the chemical that loves may simply leave my head, 
And drying out, I look at you and long to understand. 

Let me warm your heart, 
I’m freezing cold, but it’s a start, 
Come and talk to me, 
I try to speak, but I’m better listening. 

I’m trying to be here, 
And sometimes, it feels real, 
But I’m never here all the way, 
Behind my closed eyes, 
I’m living a thousand lives, 
And sometimes you’re in them, 
And sometimes you never were. 
I already miss you, 
You smile back up at me. 

I believe I’m cornered in love; fade. 
I’m cornered in love, without faith. 

Catch me, 
Falling, 
Child, 
Dreamer. 

So let me warm your heart, 
I’m freezing cold, but it’s a start. 
So let me warm your heart, 
I’m freezing cold, but it’s a start. 

But even as I look at you, I’m drifting, 
And even as I look at you, I’m drifting, 
And as I look at you, I’m drifting, 
I’m drifting out, 
I’m drifting out to sea.

All music and lyrics written, recorded, mixed, mastered, and produced by George Barbera. Additional vocal performances by Julianne Ortiz.

All of Life Is Just This

Remastered in Spring of 2019 by George Barbera

Released June 24, 2019 

All music, sampling, and lyrics written, recorded, and produced by George Barbera 

Album art by George Barbera

Available for download on Bandcamp at georgebarbera.bandcamp.com

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