Turn your back on gold

In a house of lace and polished wood
They did exactly what they thought they should
"Keep it inside, don't make a scene"
Living a life that’s painted clean
But in the hallway, a child stands still
A mind that moves against its will
And every "glitch" and every "tic"
Makes the air in the kitchen heavy and thick.

They see a doctor, they hear a name
But all they feel is a burning shame
To them, a diagnosis is a jagged stone
Thrust at the seeds that they have sown
"Where did we fail? What did we do wrong?"
They sing their guilt like a bitter song
So they wrap their silence in a velvet glove
And call it "protection," and call it "love."

But you can't heal a wound you refuse to see
You can't set a spirit you’ve shackled free
It’s love without a heartbeat, love without a face
Holding the child in a cold embrace
They’re guarding the secret, they’re hiding the scars
To keep their own reflection from falling apart
Losing the child to save the name
Caught in the mirror of their own shame.

"She’s just timid," or "He’s just shy"
They feed the truth a beautiful lie
Because if the child is "broken" or "different" by birth
It devalues their own parental worth
They provide the bed, they provide the food
But they starve the soul in a quiet feud
They love the version they wanted to create
While the real human being is left to wait.

Generations of ghosts in a silent row
Afraid of the things they don't want to know
If they admit the wiring is real
They’d have to admit all the pain they feel
So they keep the "mask" firmly in place
And look at their child with a stranger's face.
(Chorus)
No, you can't heal a wound you refuse to see
You can't set a spirit you’ve shackled free
It’s love without a heartbeat, love without a face
Holding the child in a cold embrace
They’re guarding the secret, they’re hiding the scars
To keep their own reflection from falling apart
Losing the child to save the name
Caught in the mirror of their own shame.

The timid girl is still behind the knee
Invisible to those who refuse to see
It’s not a failing, it’s not a sin
Just a different light from deep within
Break the mirror...
Let the child begin.

BOOMERS PRIDE - Episode Three

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About:
Sleep of Eons is the glitchy electronic modular/computer based audio visual work of Jorge Bojorquez from Tucson, AZ. In 2018 a shift from guitar based drone music to modular synths provided a long sought after solution to creating generative, slowly changing, self evolving soundscapes which could still be controlled by the player. With the aid of a/v programming languages like Max/MSP and Processing the project now is taking on a visual manifestation as well. 

RGB Riot was an EP released in early 2020 that showcases the opposite of these ideas and focuses on minimalism and what can be done with nothing but a couple of Pocket Operators and a delay pedal. The range of glitchy to drone and anywhere in between is welcome territory. At his core Sleep of Eons is inspired greatly by science fiction and the series Rendezvous with Rama and hopes to capture some of that monolithic, alien, otherwordly yet familiar feeling in musical and visual form.

Links:
https://www.instagram.com/sleepofeons/
https://sleepofeons.bandcamp.com/
https://soundcloud.com/sleepofeons
https://facebook.com/sleepofeons

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artwork by Alexandra Stotskaya
lyrics by Lucije Lipková

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