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I watch the twin suns rising
Above the crystal seas
Refracted laser beam rainbows
Wash & dance over me
Frozen waves of diamond
Quartz & Aquamarine
Sparkle in the morning light
It’s a sight to be seen
And on the horizon, steel fingers point at the sky
An ancient reminder, of the civilisation that died
Before the fused glassy ocean
Encapsulated the land
Cities of a high-tech race
Did proudly once stand
But the people got jaded
And their leaders extreme
Until their fusion bombs melted
Their planet and their dreams
The few survivors, Of the nuclear fire storm
Set off out into space, to find a new world to respawn
GUITAR BREAK
Spectral coloured prisms
Beneath the crystal seas
Entomb the radio beacons
Transmitting their legacy
We were caught like a fish on a hook
The signal we couldn’t ignore
So we landed and departed the ship
The first men on these Sapphire shores
And as I watch the twin suns rise, above the crystal seas
I scan the horizon of the wastelands that lay before me
I dream of the times before, and the way it could have been
Of simpler days before the planet killing machines…
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Into The Sea of Stars
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The starlight beams I bask in now are from a time so long ago
They set out on their journey in the time of Michael Angelo
And a super nova marks a Sun’s death as old as Jericho
Into this sea of age old stars Man’s almost ready to go
But first he’s got to learn to live, to learn to love, and learn to show
That knowledge of our past mistakes are there to guide and help him know
That in this universal game we play but a fleeting role
The future is a random number over which we have no control
And so we look towards the sky and dream of heaven’s secrets stored
Of worlds to win, and aliens, the like of which we’ve never seen before
we stand upon the launch pads with our ships pointing at the stars
With bated breath we’re ready to fight for what we believe is ours
Sitting here with my spacesuit helmet on,
The final countdown to ignition gone
I’m leaving everyone I know behind
Exploring Space for the future of mankind
Feel the G force pushing down on me
At light speed I approach my destiny
Synth Solo
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Giants of the oceans
Masters of the seas
We came from a distant planet
At the dawn of history
Man was just an ape then
Hiding in the trees
Until he evolved his bloodlust
Learnt to slaughter mercilessly
Now we’re calling across the stars
Our brethren’s help we seek
For they’re hunting us to extinction
Another lost species we will be
So we’re
Space Whalin’
Space Whalin’
Space Whalin’
Space Whalin’
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My eyes are mirrored lenses
Of carbon steel
I have no heart, I have no soul
I cannot feel
Love or hate
Emotions are alien
They are the flaws & failings
The curse of common men
My Chromium fingers hold the universe
In my hand
It’s mine to command, I understand
The secrets
The secrets of time and space
I don’t feel heat, I don’t feel cold
I’m never ill, I’ll never get old
I never sleep, I never dream
I’m the perfect man
Made machine
ARI
I Am
ARI
I am
ARI
I am
YOU….
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Ahead of schedule, we are entering the realm of science fiction, strapping ourselves into reclining chairs, watching screens fill with a planet that looks something like the Earth we remember, but less detailed, less hospitable. Entering into the spirit of things, we adopt expressions of heroic concentration and end each sentence with Over. Who’d have thought that dystopia would be so mundane? Who’d have thought that parallel worlds would be stacked so tight that there’d be no room left to breathe?
Rivers run black, and when we check the likelihood of a breathable atmosphere, the data’s inconclusive, winking digits demanding caution while confirming the lack of alternatives. Scans estimate a population of almost eight billion humans, but the only voice in our retro headsets, sizzling through static that blisters like boiling fat, is the Big Bad Wolf, suggesting last minute adjustments and promising a warm, warm welcome.
Sometimes the most important decisions come down to generic tropes and narrative expectations, and I momentarily consider a young girl running through a dark wood, a proud pig thatching his dream home, raising a licked anthropomorphic finger to test the weather; but we’re locked into our story like a rebel ship in a tractor beam, braced for a battle against insurmountable odds. We prepare ourselves for impact, exchanging steely smiles as the galaxy howls like a wolf. I wonder at what point I should reach for your hand.
So here we are, still braced for touchdown, still spinning at a thousand miles per hour, still blinking in the beauty of astronomical disasters. Gaseous clouds become nothing but light and distance. Crab and Horse Head. Cliffs fall away into the sea and a lighthouse performs its dervish dance, curling back over the horizon. The speed of erosion is relative. Bright points delineate neither archer nor goat, yet everything is connected in a manner impossible to understand.
Science, religion, superstition: we choose our metaphors according to momentary contingency. Cliffs fall away into the sea and the Great Wolf snaps at the Moon. Eagle. Seven Sisters. Beauty of shift and reception. Bright points delineate neither hunter nor dog. Out on the waves, a shadow of a boat. Arbitrary intersections of perception and belief. A meditation of lighthouses. Blink. Light and distance.
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Incubus Lovechild Shrewsbury, UK
Influenced heavily by the psychedelic space rockers HAWKWIND, Incubus Lovechild left his home planet of Rap-Ra Prime and
crash landed on Earth circa 1967. His covert mission is to create cosmic chaos and aural anarchy across the galaxy!
An inventory of Lovechild's sonic armory can be found on www.incubuslovechild.com
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