Mindscape Implosion: Concept Album

(Beams of sunlight laid on the opposite side of the street. Humid air foretold an upcoming rainfall, while the thick clouds sneaked behind the slits of buildings. Through the thinnest parts of the clouds, the morning sun struggled to deliver the last bit of glow onto this city. A city of fatigue. A city plagued with numbness. 
The queue of patients seemed not to have moved.
In a mere minute, the city grew darker. The rain had yet to fall.)
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Lining up		 		
By the colors on your arms
No one‘d ask
How this task will be done

A distant voice call upon our names
And we took one step ahead
We're on a journey to space

This is how we start our day
For the debts we left unpaid
		 		
The numb will get us		 		
Numb will get us
Numb will get us 
Let go and lay yourself 
		 		
I'm falling apart		
I'm now ready 		
I'll morph into something else
(I’ll start morphing and I)	 		
Will recompose
		 		
We set up our goals
They're so close to my face
We learnt to talk
We learnt to walk
In your pace
Toward our fate

I'm falling apart		 		
I'm now ready	
I’ll start morphing and I
Will recompose

02. Simizolam

06. Dream, Pt.1: Mindscape
("When did this ear disease even start?" 
He searched for his earliest memories, but in vain. The city's gloomy weather, the reflections on curtain walls and the grey corridors in the hospital had besieged his remembrance, convincing him that those are everything in his world.
While the blurry trails of the drug spread out in his head, he cut loose of his reliance on his body. Strangely, it was after he stopped grasping for those senses that he rejoined the awareness of his own consciousness.
Presently, the lively visions of the dreams unroll before him like successive cinema scenes.)

Do you remember
The stream we used to trek
When the heats of summer
Still clung to our backs
In those times
When our shoes were oversized
We leaped nonetheless
Before the afternoon dies
We bounced over stones before knowing the flow
We grew more cautious once we grew old
We dwelled in the basin
Of this never ending creek
Old leaves bypassed us
Ran into a young ocean’s dream
They are the daughters
Of mountains and valleys
We are but visitors
Who refused to leave

Now I’ve seen it through
We are all the same
There is no name
There is no game
The storm will come
To set us free
And my love will save me
It’s now the time
For us to leave

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Image: 林弈軒

06 Dream, Pt.1: Mindscape

04. Interpretation

(He saw the old man standing alone in the openness by the end of the stairway. He couldn't see the old man's face but somehow found his silhouette familiar. The arch of the tangerine sky was permeated with the dark brown beams of dusk. Winds arrived along with the warmth, slipped through their hairs and rendered the old man's beard and his trench coat swinging gently.
Unlike the first time they met at the entrance of the hospital, the ambivalent countenance has vanished from the old man. So did the flare of insanity. The old man now stared at his with fixation of clearness, making him thought the old man was merely appreciating the scenery behind him. For another instant, he thought the old man was gazing at his innermost consciousness, stripped of any disguise. 
In this bizarre standstill, the sounds arose. )

Turn around while you’re young
Before you can’t even tell what you’ve become
Stuck in the desolation of life
Something’s missing
Nothing’s easy
It feels like you’ve lost your key
You just don’t know where to be and how to break free
Oh, perhaps in your dream
Your dream…
Now even dream seems to be…

Have you ever wondered why you’re here?
Have you ever wondered why you ought to stay?
Do you ever ever regret?

Do you know enough about your life?
Do you have a reason? Trying to stay alive?
Can you ever ever answer why? Why?

Will you turn your head when tide ascends?
You float you choke but it won't end.
Will you keep on keep on believing?

All the things encountered
All the things you thought would hurt
These are signs for you to strive, to rise

The unnamed, unsaid, unexpressed
Unveil the false faith
What they’ve said will all fade in a blast
What you’re afraid of 
Are the wrecks of your own past

You are always free
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Image: 林弈軒
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04. Interpretation

The world has never been short of turmoil. This concept album was born in the attemp to capture the intangible turbulence, and to convey certain beliefs.

Through the passing of time, however, the original ideas had gradually grown into various shapes. So did the reflections of those matters within one's mindscape. 
As the floods of information proliferate, meanings and interpretations collide, compress and crashed onto one another. Still, in this implosive process, few core pillars had not moved. 
It all started with self-consciousness. The answers to questions may collapse, but one can still apprehend one's existence through questioning.

We kept our answers in this album. What have you grasped therein?