We Move on (the cognitive journey begins)
There are "people" - blinded by their memories
There are "places" - prisons built in fear
Join hands and sing of a different song in Shadowland
We move on - we travel onward
We move on - we're falling backward.
We move on - move on - move on
There are "people" - keepers of their darkness
There are "babies" - twisted by their fear
Join hands and sing every living fear in Shadowland
There are "people" - blinded by their memories
There are "places" - prisons built in fear
Join hands and sing
There are "people" - twisted by their fears
Every living fear in Shadowland.
The Red Beast and the Glass Cactus Part I (addiction to mundane thought) Don't leave me here it implied With ink-spot eyes it cried. Between me, you and he and she For some odd reason it clung to that prison. Catching the vacant light That filters through the thunderclouds in Shadowland. "Don't believe what you see" it whimpered. Impaled it was upon the cacti Splintered glass piercing the sun-baked skin of the Red Beast Don't believe what you see! Don't believe what you see!
Shadowland (synaptic prisons of the mind) I stretch my hands across the Shadowlands. Paths not taken...by any man. Roads not crossed by any means. The Sun falls from the cruel sky The last grey fingers of twilight echo through the clouds. I Obey: "In Shadowland there are no toys! In Shadowland there is no play time! In Shadowland there is no independent thought! In Shadowland..." The final frame of twilight casts its shadow upon the meadow. Where am I? The Perceived Wound: "Poor, poor little clay boy. Set in your ways, yeah? No where to go? No one to run to? Know one to run to." All Color Dies (mental slavery) When the evening stays forever and the night is day for me Then will I know where I'm destined for all eternity. Here it is - I sit and BREATHE When will He return? Lost in vacant lots of wonder Lost in empty Shadowland. All color dies and to my surprise Doctor Deadbrain (fear personified creates manipulation) Waiting at the foot of the stairs With a scalpel twist and a lightning wrist He'll service you for good. Forget the contents of the bed pan Crane your neck and drain the slop sink. Doctor Deadbrain strikes again-gain. Wheels attached to severed limbs Monitor to spinal cord Fish-eye lens becomes your vision You are now his window to his world! Doctor Deadbrain strikes again-gain. Observation: "A camera pans just left and right but you can do much better. He'll put a fish-eye lens in your socket and hand-cranks in your sweater. He's got ideas - he's got solutions - to remedy the blind. A lens, a skull, a blank, a cable-spine. You become the camera." Doctor Deadbrain strikes again-gain. The Ribbon Pilots (written by John Sergio and Tony Garone) (ultimately we seek the light) Standing between two pillars of dark clouds I caught a glimpse of something magical! Two slithering ribbons one hundred foot-worms across in meters only temporary - changing length a light-second slices. The Ribbon Pilots dancing away spiral-twisters following one another falling through the sky. The Ribbon Pilots chasing Dr. Deadbrain's telebeings - teasing the old Red Beast - tangled in the trees of silky meadow Shadowland. Open up the heavens to them! Open up the Diamond Watchers! Smiling, twisted objects orbit my Shadowland! Changing length a light second slices! The Red Beast and the Glass Cactus (Part II) "Don't leave me here!" it implied. With ink-spot eyes it cried. A victim of its own demise - A patron of the Glass Merchant. Always in pain. Always in pain. Always knowing the will to letting go. The Four Moons of Shadowland (written by William Brown and Tony Garone) (Recognition of beauty in ugliness) Of all the things I'd love to see The four of these were meant for me. The farther away, the closer they feel.
Something draws me - my eyes are fixed. The splendor of these celestial spheres!The farther away, the closer they feel.
Even here in Shadowland -I curse the ground and praise the sky!The farther away the closer they feel. Observation: "The Four Moons of Shadowland - fixed in orbit overhead. The Four Moons of Shadowland - their beauty equals none! The Footworms cross the meadow slowly; my "cottage" a fair distant dot. The Ribbon Pilots search for sunlight - their silent shadows unfurl in the darkness! The sparks that form are whipped about their tasseled ends, dispersed among the moonlit landscape, here in lonely Shadowland."
Davey Jones (disturbing the narrative to break free) I'm gonna' shake up yer bones Davey Jones We're going down to the sea you and me Going down to the sea Davey Jones I want to taste some life Goin' down to the sea - Chaseabea! Goin' down to the sea Davey Jones! I want to taste some life I want to stay tonight
Johnny Monkey (written by John Sergio and Tony Garone)(the light breaks through) Jump! Jump! Jump! You little bastard! Make your mark on MY NEW TWIN! Find the Soda Pump within! Shriek! Shriek! Shriek! You timeless PINHEAD! Spin in circles overhead - dance with Ribbon Pilots red! FIND THE JOHNNY MONKEY WITHIN! Johnny Monkey - Johnny Monkey - teletap kinetic farce - open blister fester farm Johnny Monkey - Johnny Monkey - bones turn blue and the Red Beast dies when freed!?! FIND THE JOHNNY MONKEY WITHIN!
The Old Sock (the familiar resonates as poisonous fallback) A city forms upon my plate My eyes behold a suited god. An echo from a sudden past A dream becomes a solid waste. You fall apart - you cease to dream. You call upon the Old Sock. You fall apart - you lose your nerve You call upon the dear Old Sock. Never cease to amaze me - crawling up my pant leg You've got no heart - you've got no soul Like the "Men Below the Sea". Take your eyes off me! So I can catch up on my dreaming. Take your hands off me! So I can try to breath - for what I'll never know. Particles in an ion field Charged and racing toward me! Spontaneous acreage in the resting fields You and I will pay for this.
The Red Beast Part III: The Lost Things We Love (abandoning old ways opens new doors) Don't leave us here - we imply! With all our lives we cry 'Cause it's the lost things we love 'Cause it's the lost things we love 'Cause it's the lost things we love Between me, you and he and she For some odd reason we cling to our prisons 'Cause it's the lost things we love Grasping the last shards of hope Splintered through our poison minds in Shadowland 'Cause it's the lost things we love 'Cause it's the lost things we love 'Cause it's the lost things we love We forget how to live - always take and never give The Swarm (Catharsis and self-realization) The Swarm: "We think, we breath, we swarm We long, we short, we tall We walk, we live, we borne" The Many I: "Alone in the day A distance away Alone in our ways Decisions we made" The Swarm: "We taught you how to fight We laugh, we watch you die You pay, we take you slave You work - we rest - we command!" The Many I: "Alone in the day A distance away Alone in our ways Decisions we made..." The Swarm: "You live in Shadowland You build with your own hand Fear will keep you dead All inside your head"
Finale (The Epiphany) Only through the midnight of our dreams We build our prisons out of fear. Reaching through the blindness of our years Blaming those so far from here Measured by our ignorance and fear We make the rules and shed our tears This land of shadows brings us to our knees! Are ruled by the fire of our dreams? We await a faithful moment. Are we destined for the dark of our past? We await the death of sorrow. We await the death of Shadowland. Aftermath (written by John Sergio and Tony Garone) (The other shore) It's only surface It's only surface This is only the surface of our dreams. We live and breathe and move in cycles. Only for a moment do we pause... In "dead dust silence" here in Shadowland? ? We await a movement - we listen - a tremor - straining ears will hear. Everyone's leaving. Everyone's going. The first to dismiss their master. Are we ruled by blind desire? Can we resist? The tide grows stranger - stronger - STRANGER! Everyone's leaving. Everyone's going. Where are all the faceless shades I used to know? Never having seen them I can sense a... SYNAPSE LEAP!!!! Hello? Hello? HELLOBE!!! Everyone's leaving. Everyone's going.
The Red Beast and the Glass Cactus Part I (addiction to mundane thought) Don't leave me here it implied With ink-spot eyes it cried. Between me, you and he and she For some odd reason it clung to that prison. Catching the vacant light That filters through the thunderclouds in Shadowland. "Don't believe what you see" it whimpered. Impaled it was upon the cacti Splintered glass piercing the sun-baked skin of the Red Beast Don't believe what you see! Don't believe what you see!
Shadowland (synaptic prisons of the mind) I stretch my hands across the Shadowlands. Paths not taken...by any man. Roads not crossed by any means. The Sun falls from the cruel sky The last grey fingers of twilight echo through the clouds. I Obey: "In Shadowland there are no toys! In Shadowland there is no play time! In Shadowland there is no independent thought! In Shadowland..." The final frame of twilight casts its shadow upon the meadow. Where am I? The Perceived Wound: "Poor, poor little clay boy. Set in your ways, yeah? No where to go? No one to run to? Know one to run to." All Color Dies (mental slavery) When the evening stays forever and the night is day for me Then will I know where I'm destined for all eternity. Here it is - I sit and BREATHE When will He return? Lost in vacant lots of wonder Lost in empty Shadowland. All color dies and to my surprise Doctor Deadbrain (fear personified creates manipulation) Waiting at the foot of the stairs With a scalpel twist and a lightning wrist He'll service you for good. Forget the contents of the bed pan Crane your neck and drain the slop sink. Doctor Deadbrain strikes again-gain. Wheels attached to severed limbs Monitor to spinal cord Fish-eye lens becomes your vision You are now his window to his world! Doctor Deadbrain strikes again-gain. Observation: "A camera pans just left and right but you can do much better. He'll put a fish-eye lens in your socket and hand-cranks in your sweater. He's got ideas - he's got solutions - to remedy the blind. A lens, a skull, a blank, a cable-spine. You become the camera." Doctor Deadbrain strikes again-gain. The Ribbon Pilots (written by John Sergio and Tony Garone) (ultimately we seek the light) Standing between two pillars of dark clouds I caught a glimpse of something magical! Two slithering ribbons one hundred foot-worms across in meters only temporary - changing length a light-second slices. The Ribbon Pilots dancing away spiral-twisters following one another falling through the sky. The Ribbon Pilots chasing Dr. Deadbrain's telebeings - teasing the old Red Beast - tangled in the trees of silky meadow Shadowland. Open up the heavens to them! Open up the Diamond Watchers! Smiling, twisted objects orbit my Shadowland! Changing length a light second slices! The Red Beast and the Glass Cactus (Part II) "Don't leave me here!" it implied. With ink-spot eyes it cried. A victim of its own demise - A patron of the Glass Merchant. Always in pain. Always in pain. Always knowing the will to letting go. The Four Moons of Shadowland (written by William Brown and Tony Garone) (Recognition of beauty in ugliness) Of all the things I'd love to see The four of these were meant for me. The farther away, the closer they feel.
Something draws me - my eyes are fixed. The splendor of these celestial spheres!The farther away, the closer they feel.
Even here in Shadowland -I curse the ground and praise the sky!The farther away the closer they feel. Observation: "The Four Moons of Shadowland - fixed in orbit overhead. The Four Moons of Shadowland - their beauty equals none! The Footworms cross the meadow slowly; my "cottage" a fair distant dot. The Ribbon Pilots search for sunlight - their silent shadows unfurl in the darkness! The sparks that form are whipped about their tasseled ends, dispersed among the moonlit landscape, here in lonely Shadowland."
Davey Jones (disturbing the narrative to break free) I'm gonna' shake up yer bones Davey Jones We're going down to the sea you and me Going down to the sea Davey Jones I want to taste some life Goin' down to the sea - Chaseabea! Goin' down to the sea Davey Jones! I want to taste some life I want to stay tonight
Johnny Monkey (written by John Sergio and Tony Garone)(the light breaks through) Jump! Jump! Jump! You little bastard! Make your mark on MY NEW TWIN! Find the Soda Pump within! Shriek! Shriek! Shriek! You timeless PINHEAD! Spin in circles overhead - dance with Ribbon Pilots red! FIND THE JOHNNY MONKEY WITHIN! Johnny Monkey - Johnny Monkey - teletap kinetic farce - open blister fester farm Johnny Monkey - Johnny Monkey - bones turn blue and the Red Beast dies when freed!?! FIND THE JOHNNY MONKEY WITHIN!
The Old Sock (the familiar resonates as poisonous fallback) A city forms upon my plate My eyes behold a suited god. An echo from a sudden past A dream becomes a solid waste. You fall apart - you cease to dream. You call upon the Old Sock. You fall apart - you lose your nerve You call upon the dear Old Sock. Never cease to amaze me - crawling up my pant leg You've got no heart - you've got no soul Like the "Men Below the Sea". Take your eyes off me! So I can catch up on my dreaming. Take your hands off me! So I can try to breath - for what I'll never know. Particles in an ion field Charged and racing toward me! Spontaneous acreage in the resting fields You and I will pay for this.
The Red Beast Part III: The Lost Things We Love (abandoning old ways opens new doors) Don't leave us here - we imply! With all our lives we cry 'Cause it's the lost things we love 'Cause it's the lost things we love 'Cause it's the lost things we love Between me, you and he and she For some odd reason we cling to our prisons 'Cause it's the lost things we love Grasping the last shards of hope Splintered through our poison minds in Shadowland 'Cause it's the lost things we love 'Cause it's the lost things we love 'Cause it's the lost things we love We forget how to live - always take and never give The Swarm (Catharsis and self-realization) The Swarm: "We think, we breath, we swarm We long, we short, we tall We walk, we live, we borne" The Many I: "Alone in the day A distance away Alone in our ways Decisions we made" The Swarm: "We taught you how to fight We laugh, we watch you die You pay, we take you slave You work - we rest - we command!" The Many I: "Alone in the day A distance away Alone in our ways Decisions we made..." The Swarm: "You live in Shadowland You build with your own hand Fear will keep you dead All inside your head"
Finale (The Epiphany) Only through the midnight of our dreams We build our prisons out of fear. Reaching through the blindness of our years Blaming those so far from here Measured by our ignorance and fear We make the rules and shed our tears This land of shadows brings us to our knees! Are ruled by the fire of our dreams? We await a faithful moment. Are we destined for the dark of our past? We await the death of sorrow. We await the death of Shadowland. Aftermath (written by John Sergio and Tony Garone) (The other shore) It's only surface It's only surface This is only the surface of our dreams. We live and breathe and move in cycles. Only for a moment do we pause... In "dead dust silence" here in Shadowland? ? We await a movement - we listen - a tremor - straining ears will hear. Everyone's leaving. Everyone's going. The first to dismiss their master. Are we ruled by blind desire? Can we resist? The tide grows stranger - stronger - STRANGER! Everyone's leaving. Everyone's going. Where are all the faceless shades I used to know? Never having seen them I can sense a... SYNAPSE LEAP!!!! Hello? Hello? HELLOBE!!! Everyone's leaving. Everyone's going.