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no more dreams, no more nightmares

by Oliver Orion

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You can do what you love, or what you are not afraid of. I won't be corralled by my regrets, anymore. I don't want be funneled through my life by my work. We live a long life, and it is scary to believe that all our dreams could be these empty conventions, like I keep avoiding perfect for perfection. And if nothing wakes me up until the middle of the day I could waste a lifetime dreaming and grow old and die, just the same, just the way I've always been Just keep telling yourself that you are moving on. Just keeping seeing in yourself the places you are from. Give the land exactly what it asks for, give your breath to the wind give your back to the dirt floor and they tell you you'll reap tenfold whatever you sow here. Open fields, the dark horizon sits in wait for me. Open fires, the violet sky lifts the ground to swallow me. And I can suck all the air I want but there's no oxygen here. Breaking down my life into the parts I've gathered from reflection. How am I of this town, how did I choose my direction One thing I know for sure is every recollection stings. You can't uproot yourself, nor can you make your own You cannot see yourself complete without a home you can't undo yourself, putting memories in tombs. Just keep telling yourself that you are moving on. Just keeping seeing in yourself the places you are from. You can do what you love Or what you're not afraid of
nightmare 03:27
Last night together we both tossed and turned in different beds across the world but we dreamed the very same dream You got weird then I got weird, too providing needles for our balloons no reason, just a horrific scene I didn't mean it I didn't mean to have that dream You were right there in my nightmare But in the morning I woke up and forgot it I spent my day being cold and methodical well kept, by keeping dreams out of my head. Every body needs the warmth of another but in your stead in doesn't seem worth the bother no other could make me turn in fits what does it matter if you can't feel it in the kiss You were right there in my nightmare And if our dreams are a reflection of real life how should I feel in the day when I've seen you in the night but it's been years since I dropped tears over my failures in the past And I'm not in love with you at all, I'm just wondering where you're at. and I'm aware of the chance that you've never dreamed of me and I'm suspicious of the fact that you're so perfect in my dreams.
raise fists 05:03
Opening my hands up was never so difficult, when I was young. But now as the joints harden up I can only raise fists, my fingers fail. Weighted, no more luminous form no more dreaming of flying until I am dying. And how much is my new fearlessness a product of morbid fear of holding on and losing my head to a form, but second-guess your own heart and cease being human. And maybe your new is so obvious, yeah the darkness it comes from us, we monster Us. But knowing this, brings such empty rewards feel superior holding yours but offer nothing new And I know we're not built differently, because I too see clearly yet I must resist And you say "don't be surprised by what you might do, you could become what's been done to you." Have we earned/learned so much only to give it up?
I don't want to get cold again I don't want to lose my humor to stop thinking to shiver to hate water to feel dumber to feign cancer to lose my temper just because i need a bath and I don't want to get cold again I don't want my face to make this face to walk at the same pace to stand with my hands to stay so long in the same place to be some mental to angrily wash your dishes to think that my friends aren't my friends, again to think i know it all because i've been there and I don't want to get cold again
snow globe 03:12
I haven't woken up all year and if my body left the bed it must've been without a head and all you see is what's proffered on the platter of my pillow surrounded by my memories like a little snow globe dude, do not come shake me you will only raise my worst it's taken me five years to see these dreams safely to the dirt. I'm just copying the footsteps that my head has legs to follow, tracing backwards till I'm finished suffocating my own shadow. And if your guiding principle is nullifying is it best act the caveman in defiance and thereby amplify it? Are you absolutely certain we create our own meaning? Are you confidant enough to understand why you are dreaming? And this is not good versus evil, but I will not go on living in denial. This is nothing but a spiral and I guess that's my shape. Take a breath and wait till the form breaks.
werewolf 02:48
I say that I resist all nostalgic impulses and that the greatest happiness comes from the reverence of the moment but in- spite of my best intentions I will slip into dreaming again all the trifles make a lifetime and how I miss, I miss how I loved them I once made a wish for my every memory to vanish but when they really did it wasn't right I nearly died from the panic I was sprinting through the streets with my new werewolf hair and teeth lurching toward a throat that was me and it was mine and it is me and as our sides met the me and myself wept "what are we doing with the night?" but overcoming guilt and grief the little me surrendered to the bite then willingly we laid down drowning in moonlight now the wild holds me close and the warm life flows from my neck to my teeth and grinning in the moonlight he says "look there, admire the winter sky" Maybe I won't be myself again, the past will slip away and I won't be myself again this life.
We do what we're not prevented from doing. We say what we want out in the open. We live in the negative space of the moment, held to our courses by the first law of motion.


No frills, super-fast recording made in an afternoon at Souk Asylum studios in Tangier with the great assistance of Mondhir and Naoufal of Lazywall. Kind of intended as a tour-EP for a tour that wasn't very tour-like in April 2010. No disclaimers, right? Anyway, the songs are there.


released April 11, 2010

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Mondhir/Naoufal - engineering, production, mix, mastering.


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