An electronic pop song of inspiration and collectivization! Almost There! is the fourth song in the Starlight Arboretum concept album: you’ve come aboard the spaceship, partied euphorically with aliens, had your labor exploited, and now you collectivize with the other passengers to take community control of the ship and make conditions good for all!

Starlight Arboretum [the album] is our band The Red Pants’ first official release - but it’s also much more than that. It’s a sling-shot of hope from our living rooms to yours. It’s an opportunity for you to close your eyes and be somewhere and someTHING else. It’s an attempt to help your life FEEL as opportunity-rich as the whole of space - and, perhaps, to inch you closer to the edge of that possibility.

Almost There!

From Where I Stand

Lyrics:

broken wing
song you sing
pull me down from the clouds
flightless bird sticks around

broken dream
song i sing
open up the door
i won't leave you, babe
instead i'll give a little bit more

well, we can't say we didn't try
but now i'm left here wondering why
gone are the days of our youth
i'd like to say i'm glad i spent them with you
but that wouldn't be the truth

this love was pure, this love was pure, this love was pure, this love was pure
this love fucked me up
this love wasn't enough

broken wing
slowly mending
finally free to take flight
i think, i might

but for now i'm on the ground
for now i'm on the ground
for now i'm on the ground
the ground
for now

Broken Wing - Demo

Rhye - Open (Cover by Nina Nepa)

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Lyrics:

Voices never filter out
Background noises get too loud
I can’t turn the volume down

Frequencies start resonating
Sounds so overstimulating
Sweet symphony from hell so

I wear a mask
I’m caught in the act
I play a role 
to keep you comfortable

I’m forced to be in society 
that wasn’t made for me
About to collapse
I’m stuck in this trap

Caught in the act
Caught in the act 

I get dizzy making rounds
Spinning head on shaky grounds
I get nauseous in crowds

Conversations I avoid 
When I can’t come up with words
cuz my tongue ties me down so

I wear a mask
I’m caught in the act
I play a role to keep you comfortable

I spend energy in society 
that won’t pay off for me
It sets me back
I’m stuck in this trap

Caught in the act
Caught in the act
Caught in the act

Practice my monologue
Make sure my face is not 
putting my thoughts on display

Fake it or get kicked off
ever since Shakespeare wrote
all the worlds a stage

If i take off my mask
I’m caught in the act
My cover is blown
I’m naked and exposed

Struggle to be in society 
that doesn’t fight for me
Try to push back
but i’m stuck in this trap

caught in the act

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blind to me lyrics

i’m in the wrong place
what a waste of time
taking the beaten path constructed in my mind

Heavy headspace
full of weighted lies
that I don’t have strength to get an honest grip on life

When I don’t claim how I feel
the truth I hate becomes real
my aching heart is bursting to come clean

i wanna be seen but you’re blind to me
you’re blind to me

i’m over the chase
let my heart catch up
i’m tripping from skipping beats & missing milestones

keep me here safe
my emotions raw
don’t let me run off before i name the ones i caught

when i don’t claim how I feel
the truth I hate becomes real
my aching heart is bursting to come clean

i wanna be seen but you’re blind to me
you’re blind to me
you’re blind to me
you’re blind to me

I wish you could see
But you’re blind to me
i wish you could see
but you’re blind to me

I can’t deny how i feel
one look - these eyes do reveal
my aching heart is bursting to come clean
i wanna be seen, but you’re blind to me

blind to me

The story following is from a new friend of mine in Los Angeles. Please read - it's so beautiful.

"Gaza helped me believe in miracles, I witnessed the power of love in one of the most “hopeless” places on earth. 

I got to work on entrepreneurship projects in Palestine between 2016-2019 with AngelHack. When I was prepping to visit Gaza, someone who lived 20 minutes away from its border told me I would likely be “brutally murdered” there because of my Jewish ancestry. What happened was the opposite, to me Palestinians are our ancient cousins and they treated me royally as many people fleeing oppression have experienced. There is an old saying in the region "every bloodline will have both royalty and refugees, so remember to have mercy when it's your turn to have power." Soon after entering through Erez crossing and a kilometer long cage surrounded by weaponry and snipers, I had a feeling of energetic suffocation knowing I was closed in on all sides by cages, walls and high-tech death machines. Inside, I saw mostly teens and children. I started feeling angry that none of the people I saw could leave this tiny crowded strip in their entire lifetimes, yet Gazans had a strange calmness and sweetness, and with all their brushes close to death treated each day like a miracle as we all should but forget to. When speaking of any future possibilities I noticed they prefaced it with “If I’m alive…”. We forget most there never really resist the horrible life conditions they’re handed and quietly hold their great suffering all their lives in a way Westerners couldn’t imagine. Yet we’re all fresh with judgments when misery from these lands disturbs Western “peace” that is built on the suffering of millions across the planet. 

Coming from the land of moral apathy and riches, the “gated community of the world” where our city streets are spotted with our unhoused citizens, I noticed after a few days I hadn’t seen a single homeless person in Gaza even though they have a youth unemployment rate of over 70% and regular displacements from policies of collective punishment. I asked why and was gently told in Gaza people would never allow that, communities are so integrated and constantly checking on each other. So whenever it was discovered someone didn’t have food or a place to sleep everyone would collaborate until a solution was found, and this happened very often. One man in his 20s was given a rare opportunity to leave for a year to England and that was one of his biggest shocks. He told me “I can’t believe a country so much richer than us had people abandoned and hungry on the freezing streets… I just don’t understand.” That’s just one glimpse of the deep community and self-sacrificial love I saw throughout Gaza that could help us in the “first world” evolve. To love so deeply in conditions like that means they have something we still haven’t figured out. And it did create many "small" miracles as real love always does. 

One of my Persian cultures most famous poems by Saadi says “Humanity is one interconnected body. Whoever doesn’t feel the pain of one limb, is not fit to be called a human being.” In a world where divisions are constantly amplified and used for political purposes, we are also disconnected from our true selves, our hearts and our evolution potential. Othered humans are our great mirror. Until we see ourselves in the “other” we haven’t truly seen ourselves. We should remember our deep ultimate interdependence between all our “limbs”, and that what we allow in one place reverberates into the collective hearts and minds across this universe. Thank you Gaza for showing me how asleep the collective unconscious has been and also our potential strength, our potential great love encoded in all humanity."

~ Christina Lila Wilson

 
Generously engineered and produced by the wonderful DJ ZOLE, a pillar in the SoCal hip hop community and an amazing human.

YOUR BEAUTY

Belong

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Trenches was written after Charlie visited the Guggenheim Museum in New York. There, he saw paintings by the artist Otto Dix that encapsulated life in the trenches from World War I. This song is meant to narrate a timeless sense of protest towards unfair political circumstances. What did a soldier feel like then in the trenches? And what do citizens feel like trapped in their own trenches of modern day society?

Trenches

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YOUR BEAUTY

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