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Voices In The Void

by The Sparrowhawk Orkestrel

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I have a stalker and she wont leave me alone, she turns up everywhere the day after a show. Nothing escapes her eyes, she leaves me paralysed. I hear her creeping up the stairs and under the bed, my heart beat echoes through the mattress from my chest. Her fork tongue tickles my ears, with words you do not want to hear. Every single pain that you feel, is another blood clot just waiting to race and explode in your brain. You'll never feel the same again you've broken things that do not mend, and I would tell her to stop but I cant catch my breath. She holds my hand and follows me through out the day, I feel I'm sinking in the sands of the mundane. I try to catch my breath, my heart begins to race. Her fork tongue tickles my ears, with words you do not want to hear. Every single pain that you feel, is another blood clot just waiting to race and explode in your brain. You'll never feel the same again you've broken things that do not mend, and I would tell her to stop but I cant catch my breath. She's the lady of fear yet I still keep going back, panic attack, can't get my fill. Every single pain that you feel, every single step that you take, she'll be there. And I would tell her to stop but I cant catch my breath.
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What ever happened to the peace and love?, let me show you in the valley. Put this tab on your tongue and we'll have some fun down in the valley. Lets play a game its called follow the leader, you be the gluttons and I'll be the feeder, forget who you are the come crawling to me. Well I'm a sociopath and I'm looking for a killer and I'm starting to recruit right now. So come with me and take some LSD and Ill even try and rewrite your memories. Now when I say take aim, you say fire TAKE AIM, "FIRE, TAKE AIM, "FIRE". Now you're on a string and you'll do anything that my heart desires. Our mind is as fragile as a ball of string, so easily unravelled. And whens its frayed around the edge, that's when they thread their own thoughts in your head. Well influence and suggestive hints are a powerful tool indeed, and advertising must work a treat because their paying for it through the teeth. Well it's political and subliminal that we even see it on the news, as they blanket bomb you with terror and attempt to distort your views. "Should be a blast", thats how they sell it to you. Our mind is as fragile as a ball of string, so easily unravelled. And whens its frayed around the edge, that's when they thread their own thoughts in your head. Like a film that's exposed to the light. Its already packed in so tight. Their already in your head and their already in your head and their already in your head.
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Chrono 04:10
This is, this is my life work? How depressing. Nothing, nothing to show, well nothing of worth, and time is pressing on. Oh this obsession controls me completely, that we're all waisting time. You know that I cant let this go for a second. You roll the dice or skip your turn, We live to fly or crash and burn. Relax! Can you not sit still?" thats what they tell me. Pacing back and forth like a caged animal being held against his will. I need to break free. Oh this obsession controls me completely, that we're all waisting time. You know that I cant let this go for a second. You roll the dice or skip your turn, We live to fly or crash and burn.
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Satere Mawe 03:35
Come on boy you are of age, you've hit the mark and made the grade. To prove yourself through suffering. Then you will be invited in. From hell below they get the ants, each sting feels like a cannon blast, through grassy gloves they sew them in. Then get the boys, invite them in. Don't fear the pain invite it in. The ceremony begins, excruciating pain. The beating of the drums, with the poison in their veins. Then alll at once, they can rejoice, the boys succeeded, pick up your voice. As hunters now they're welcomed in. The boy ends here the man begins.
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Oh so charming exterior, sugar coated manipulator. You look pretty, come to the water. Parks his car and then wanders down. So secluded, just out of town You'll never guess what happens next, you haven't seen him angry yet. "I know who you are". "Get in the car" How did it ever get this far. Turns a shade of white, "Is it the devil you fear?" Puts her hands upon his chest and says "You've found em right here". You'll find them floating at the river bank. Where blood flows faster than the water and seeps through the cracks. Muffled screams through broken grass you hear a sound, Clothes neatly folded but bodies are heaped on the ground. Lets go fishing Ill show you the lake. Hook, line, sinker, fish meat on my plate. You'll never guess what happens next, you haven't seen him angry yet. "I know who you are". "Get in the car" How did it ever get this far. Just another fare, "What are you wanting tonight?" "I want to take your breath away, try not to put up a fight". You'll find them floating at the river bank. Where blood flows faster than the water and seeps through the cracks. Muffled screams through broken grass you hear a sound, Clothes neatly folded but bodies are heaped on the ground. No emotion, no regret. Can justify why each one's dead. Appeasing the devil inside his mind, was easier than you should find.
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Roots grow through the soil from the seed. The tree grew tall so it cuts down deep. The fruit the sprung was so sweet. But alas they didn't have the strength to reach up to the sun. Then came the drought in the summer. Leaves fell from the branches discoloured, and the fruit left a sour taste in your mouth. And all they wanted was a little rain, because inspiration goes a long way. Cut us right back, to the roots We can grow back, if you give us room. Spread out our branches, and the battle is won. Open our leaves, then block out the sun. Then in the harshness of winter, new leaves began to sprout. And against all the odds there was movement, organically pushing from underground. And the fruit that sprung was so sweet. And all they wanted was a little rain, because inspiration goes a long way. Cut us right back, to the roots We can grow back, if you give us room. Spread out our branches, and the battle is won. Open our leaves, then block out the sun. Inject our acid its sulphuric into this generic music. Watch it rot within the core, we'll spread the seeds and grow some more.
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We're led to believe from the cradle until the grave. That you're never too young and it's never too late, to live your dreams like some fantasy on the screen. Beware what you reach for, its not what it seems. Its just the media mirage, they take the pretty colours, arrange them in collage. And its attractive so you're drawn, you heed the call, but when you reach..... It's just a shadow on the wall, its been behind us all along, just a fragment of the past, and like so many things it was never meant to last. So where is the money, and where are those stadium shows? Where are the beautiful people so eagerly waiting to let their hearts go? We cut the umbilical on this faze, because people were gagging and needing a change, from being force fed these egos that didn't ring true, then they started to see through.. All of the media mirage, they take the pretty colours, arrange them in collage. And its attractive so you're drawn, you heed the call, but when you reach..... It's just a shadow on the wall, its been behind us all along, just a fragment of the past, and like so many things it was never meant to last.
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If we turned up the volume to play to the crowd. If we were playing our music so it would shake the ground. It would echo around these walls but never venture out. Because we're dead end people with a dead end sound. So if you ever happen to stumble across us wont you make us your little secret. And we will whisper the words through your headphones so no one else can hear it. Because we still play, just the same to an empty room. So if you ever happen to stumble across us, welcome to the vacuum. Voices in the void. I think its time to turn it up. So we'll turn up the volume to play to the crowd. and we will play ur music so it shakes the ground. and it will echo around these walls but never venture out. Because we're dead end people with a dead end sound. So if you ever happen to stumble across us wont you make us your little secret. And we will whisper the words through your headphones so no one else can hear it. Because we still play, just the same to an empty room. So if you ever happen to stumble across us, welcome to the vacuum. Show us where we need to go, where people still come to the shows. We pass like ghosts, invisible, bodiless hosts, ethereal. Are we all dead? Then you must be to. We live between the music scenes, spit out the stitches Fell through the seams. Now we're floating in space.

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Hello friends. Voices In The Void was released Nov 2016. It takes influences from math and prog rock, eighties heavy metal and punk rock.

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released November 26, 2016

All songs were written and performed by The Sparrowhawk Orkestrel
It was recorded by Ross Middlemiss of Stonethrower.
Mastered by Robin Sutherland of Esko Mastering.

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Prog Punk bouquet with 80's Heavy Metal after taste. Best served live.

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