You've seen this all before
The feeble wishes spoken quietly
You see the cavern
Fall into a seething hell
That others do not see
Or claim they don't 

You think you're dreaming things
See things you shouldn’t see
Psychic photography

Out, out out lead us out of here
Out, out out of our mounting fear
lead us Out, out out we are terrified
We will follow, we will follow
We know you see it clear

I have conditions,  I have conditions you say
For you to follow me I demand loyalty
If you should speak against our compact
Will be broken and I will turn against thee 
Bringing you to ash and smoke

That's what you get from me
I do not lie that I can see
But if you want my vision
Then you must bow to me

The undertow in stillest waters and deception
Beneath the surface sucking
The undertow that is you and you are weak
But that's the price one pays
It is the thing that keeps you meek
Little field mouse looking for a cage

The undertow, the undertow, I fear the undertow

I told you, I told you, I told you before
If you're to follow then follow, then follow
But leave me be
Avoid the undertow, I have to figure this out
Be a good field mouse
And let me work this thing
Then I can show you visions of what can be
A better time for those who cleave to me
Of love and peace and security

I changed, I changed, I changed now I must lead
I promised, I promise I promised how can this be
Beware the undertow

That's what you get from me
I do not lie that I can see
But if you want my vision
Then you must bow to me

Fear The Undertow

This is forever the captain said
Say goodbyes and farewells
Make sure your loved ones understand
You won't be coming back
This is your token, give it to the bosun
Welcome to the Starliner

On our excursion we will be heading
To planet Tellis in the Formalhout system

This is the captain, we have new orders
We'll be defending the colonists stuck there

Group one report to section C promptly
We will provide you with weapons training
We understand this was unexpected
But you signed the contract as amendment P stated

This is the captain, we have new orders
We'll be defending the colonists stuck there

If the voyage don’t kill you then the enemy will
Don’t feel duped we've developed a pill
Just suck on it when the time comes to kill
All your moaning will fade, you've a quota to fill

Your courage will be tested when killing the natives 
Don't you admonish us we're following orders
Besides you're looking from a coddled perspective
Oh, and the natives taste similar to chicken

Yes sir, yes sir
So we made a few adjustments
Yes sir, yes sir
We hear what you say
Cause we bugged your quarters
Yes sir, yes sir
The weapons are so advanced
They practically fire themselves
Yes sir, yes sir

There will be time to reflect
Emotions don't fit in the cavaltry 
Hope to see you on the other side
And roast a few natives and drink a few beers

Welcome To Starliner

You thought this was the life you should leave
In the mountains, near a river, near the valley below
A hermit with a mind that was challenging
Of mathematics , of precision, hating technology

Sending your missives, chatting with mail clerks 
Sending packages filled with surprise
Sending a message for everyone to see
Sending your scorn, warning society

They called you a genius in school
When your back was turned they said names unflattering 
That strange little man though physically tall
Some people only know how to make others small

Sending your missives, chatting with mail clerks 
Sending packages filled with surprise
Sending a message for everyone to see
Sending your scorn, warning society 

When we think of you today there is nothing nice to say
You erased yourself, you're irrelevant 
To become so arrogant, to expect the world to bow
To your thought experiment and your manifesto 

The FBI found you cause your brother turned you in
Think about that as you dream of severed limbs

Ted, you could have been special
Instead you are infamous

Song by J. Valentine. Arrangement, production and performance by Mont-Solliu.

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Reel Of Other Little Things

I went to see Saint Francis
I thought he had the key
But after 30 years 
He sent me to see Saint Anthony 

I stand here in the future
Looking back on my fractured past
I can see myself watching me
Through a shattered looking glass

Moments captured in a bubble
Float about my consciousness
Anxious guilt portending trouble
Weave daydreams in my wakefulness

Afterimage hallucinations
Doppler audio shifts 
I’ve a Technicolor appreciation
For tangential mental drifts

San San

Isabel quietly closes the door 
She takes a deep breath and she walks to the shore 
Watching the moonlight reflect off the tide
She kept her resolve to let it all ride 
There’s no turning back 
She can’t turn around
There’s no way out 
Of this fucking town 
For her 
There is no future 
There is no past 
Nothing but her pain will last 
Until the final round 
Until the curtains come down
Until her quiet moment has been found

Her Quiet Moment

Tethered

I'm too old to give a damn
If who I'm supposed to be is who I am
I'm too old to give a shit 
If all of my accomplishments fit 
  into God's great big plan for man

I'm too tired to really care
If the road I'm on is leading to nowhere
I'm to exhausted to turn around 
So I guess I'll be satisfied 
  to park my ass 
  right here on this patch of ground 
  that I have found

Complacence

Specifics aren't your thing
You're suited for hyperbole 
And marketing of anything 
Its what you do sad human being

CHORUS
And what you want's not what you need
Excavation of planet Con
Or what you call your toilet bowl
Shiny gold, uncomfortable

But you accrue always want more
Hope you noticed that empty hole
You try so hard to fill it up
But it's a consumer consuming you

CHORUS

Controlling others . thought you had a chance
In this auto-erotic dance
But you never see control of others is a fleeting thing

Planet Earth to planet Con
Can you tell the folks what you've done 
Ever felt compassion, oh come on don't run

It's a product of tragedy 
And you're the star that doesn't see
Time has past you don't believe
It's a cold, cold day on planet Con

CHORUS

The formula became a bust
I'd tell you to move on
But you don't trust 
And you do not try 
And your confidence goes wizzing by
If it’s all the same I’ll be moving on
No more planet Con, it's no longer fun
You toss around a lot of money
But you're dead inside makes you feel funny
Do you feel it inside, I know it's scary

But it's for the best 
It's a process you can't hide
You can make rain, still you feel the pain

Specifics aren’t your thing
You’re suited for hyperbole
And marketing of everything
It’s what you do sad human being

Planet Con

Former San Francisco Bay Area Classic/Progressive Rock and Electronic musician now based in San Antonio. Guitars, bass, keyboards, vocals, saxophone, percussion, programming.

San San

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