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Ride a Cord

Strictly Cavernous

Owl in the Snow(Rearranged Ver. from 2Hours-Song-Making)

a kraut from outer space

Dune FAce 9722

Moving Interplanetary

Composed, arranged, performed, and produced by:
Carlos Vivanco & Jason Mowry
Final mix by Jason Mowry
@asleepwithheadphones
@lazydadamusic

Dreams by Carlos Vivanco & Jason Mowry

Here is a collaboration I made with a fire on which I cooked.

1.Happy Ending (0:00)

It took a long, long, long, long time,
but silence is a friend of mine!
happy ever after! (no such thing as me)
happy ever after! (no such thing as you)
no such thing as you,

so won't you come along with me?
to a place called nullity?
and we'll be befriending,
some kind of happy ending,
no such thing as you

         ...

2.Spring Time(2:08)

She saw, through the birds that wore her winter,
in awe, they don't worry bout a thing,
nature, speaking in her secret language,
state your, purpose in the song you sing,
"the prison of time dissolves our love",

if it's gone then it was never there,
but then what do I know about such things?
not much, beauty wore an angry storm cloud,
don't touch, beauty broke her brittle wings,
"spring brings dead things back to life again,

the seed of every moment, 
blossoming into the greed,
mind bleeds mechanical ferment,
thoughts whored out to their live feed,
trying to avoid the thresher, 
voice of the father confessor,
the only secret I can keep,
happens to be myself,

Spring time, melting is a painful process,
if you once let yourself turn to ice,
they'll say it's schizophrenic psychosis,
if you refuse to roll their loaded dice,
if I live: great, if I die? that's great too,

spring time, I still cannot feel my fingers,
guess that's why I've been so out of touch,
it's fine, frost bite is the kiss that lingers
spring time, too little is much too much,
there'll be no funeral when I'm finally dead,

I'm melting, melting now in pain.
words are welting, ferment of the brain,

water is the soul of man,
and there's two ways he can,
go in this life he's given,
depending  how he's livin',
I'm still trying to walk the path of steam,
though the ice-age wears my every hope and dream,

no more, dead end door, bring it back to life,
you gotta meltdown, in the sound, sharpen your strife,
ice age, turn the page, boring to me,
you gotta outgrow, all you know, why can't you see?

spring time,now we'll see what's buried 'neath the snow,
things that I'd rather forget,
surfacing after sunset,
sentient cycles of abuse,
tie them into a nice noose,

spring time in a place that n one else will go,
under the tundras touch,
under the much too much,
words are just naked sound,
no meaning to be found,
I'm their stranger,
living in a most peculiar danger,
questions answer,
channel number 9's a necromancer,

Nature wrote a song, how did we get it wrong?

I'm still waiting in the frigids of the dark,
do the pine trees feel the cold upon their bark?

   ...

3.Mody and Bind (10:28)

Nature wrote a song, how did we get it wrong?
saying get with the program and throw it all away,
if I speak the truth, am I the one whose wrong?
cause the breath of extinction's on these borrowed words you say,

opinions bought and sold into the mad machine,
they want their slaves to lick it clean,
and now that you've been stabbed with that point of view,
what of me and what of you?

throw away all you were, 
let it out, don't you keep it pure,
throw away all you've been,
let them in, another mad machine,

you never seem to, ever seem to mind,
you don't know where it goes,
so offer up your mody and your bind,
you don't know where it goes,

why can't you hear, my dear?
this world is a weapon,
turn on your mind, to bind,
all the bile we're kept in,
I tell you you're right, you fight,
and still tell me that I'm wrong,

Nature held her child, deep within the wild,
til' we cut off her hands and suckled the machine,
I'm that dead end street, mechanical meat,
crying mother where are you as winter licks my soul,

you don't know where it goes...
you don't know where it goes...
you don't know where it goes...

Happy Ending/Spring Time/Mody and Bind

Pacific - Flags And Signals

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psychedelic spacegaze // electronic krautnoise // experimental bedroomtronics // lo fi dream synth pop

i love noisy guitars // lately i am in love with noisy synthesizers, spaced out electronica and sonic experiments

all music written, played and produced by the lost space department

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