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Rating: My God Kevin, was it really necessary to screw everything up, like that? You had everything, everything. The hyperuranium on earth, an almost surreal form of para-perfection, you, your keyboard, your humanist-romantic vein.
She, she is "everything". She amplifies the assonance between "muse" and "music", makes "lo" love feminine, sometimes dismantles, sometimes reassembles. Do you really think I care about the rest? I am unable to not care. I can't do it. "I'll never be open again". "I could never be open again". I imagined, traveled, finally discovered a new essence of reality; I see things from another perspective. Call it fictitious, do as you please, it doesn't matter: as that old oriental sage used to say, it takes a lifetime to understand that in life, it's not necessary to understand everything; so let it be for existence on the page, and farewell to everyone. Distant, but - finally - clear.
Kevin Moore, the individual who left, without any warning, Dream Theater - whether liked or not, at the peak of their sonic and expressive maturity, at the height of their success - to withdraw alone in Costa Rica, to host a radio show for a local station. In the meantime, time for a road trip from California to New Mexico, just to inspire (and be inspired for) this work. Isolated from the world, from the public, from her. Yes, almost forgot about her. Cross and delight. Muse and music. Muse is music. And if what happens in real life, there's always the possibility of modulating style and attitude towards distant shores, fleeing to far galaxies, where the will to forget and the passion to discover find coincidence.
Art is love, they influence each other in parallel, on parallel tracks. Nothing will be the same as before. Like something that lies deep, it slowly emerges, almost whispering "what you see is just a tiny part, a damn tiny part, I wish to scream, yell, shout...", but - with some effort - I rationalize, driven by a trusted muse into a fiery lake, where I can burn slowly, to gain awareness, and strength, and expiate the beast that inside enjoys devouring everything, to its unquestionable satisfaction and consumption.
Sometimes one reaches a turning point. And if pain is learning (pathei-mathos), it can be dealt with fairly, some bruises okay, some fractures perhaps. But bones grow back quickly, and stronger, and even if no one will erase the trauma, even if you'll carry the marks with you, "even the waves won't carry (you) away". Not even the waves.
I will sing it to the world. To my world. Go to hell Mary, I'm going to Mexico, and who knows, maybe I'll perish, or maybe I'll learn to fly. I'm putting myself back in the game, whatever it may be, it's necessary. In the dark, alone, abandoned both to and by myself, clinging to that subtle foreboding twilight, foreboding of a glimmer of dim light, and at the same time blinding.
But I'm not afraid anymore. Nothing is unknown to the man who takes risks. To see more clearly, to access an "other" vision, it will suffice... to close your eyes.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
03 Undertow (04:49)
last night hit the net
woke up in a sweat
same scene different dream sudden ending
grabbed a pillow and covered my head
kicked the phone off the side of the bed
tried to sing but the damn thing kept on ringing
i know
i'll go to mexico
someplace nothing changes
maybe i'll call on the phone
maybe i'll write you a letter
that's what i meant when i said goodbye
backed the shovelhead out of the shed
hit the interstate hard heading left
the street below is water flowing undertow
there's a song that i'd rather forget
but i don't think i've shaken it yet
as soon as i do
i'm gonna write us another one
i know
i'll go to mexico
someplace nothing changes
maybe i'll call on the phone
maybe i'll write you a letter
that's what i meant when i said goodbye
i know
i'll go to mexico
someplace nothing changes
maybe i'll call on the phone
maybe i'll write you a letter
maybe i'll die maybe i'll learn how to fly
that's what i meant when i said
04 America the Video (04:29)
i was half outside and half inside a dream
when i thought i heard your voice on my machine
sang along had the song almost memorized
liked the track so i laid back and let it fossilize
(i've got all of this on video
it just gets better every episode)
america i was blind but now i see
america right there in front of me
lost my head in my hotel room when the ground shook
had to choose between the bible and the phone book
you're never home but that's okay
it's so much easier that way
'cause i can't tell it to your face in real time anyway
america i was blind but now i see
america right there in front of me
and it makes no sense to me
unless i see it on t.v.
so just launch that satellite
and get it right
america i was blind but now i see
america right there in front of me
and it makes no sense to me
unless i see it on t.v.
so just launch that satellite
and get it right
(sometimes the answer just comes)
(sometimes the answer just comes)
07 On the Page (04:26)
tell me something stupid
auction off my diary
life is getting esoteric
let me in your movie
each time i walk out the door
someone mixes metaphors
life is so much cleaner on the page
it's like the morning when i'm dreaming
and everything is so pristine
it's just a seven hour movie
and i'm in every scene
let me in my t.v.
get this tape to tori
got to have a subplot
when i sell them my life story
maybe i should write it first
and do the living later
'cause life is so much cleaner on the page
it's like the time i lost my body
and then i saw it on t.v.
somehow it shed a whole dimension
but it still looked like me
(hey! that looks like me!)
each time i write lines for it
someone improvises it
life is so much cleaner on the page
life is so much cleaner on the page
08 Mouse (05:05)
(now, now I know I'm not crazy. the fucking mouse, the mouse is back again. and I got him here, mother fff - he's in the fucking radiator. this prick, and he's lay - he's eating a fucking Dorito. and I can't get him. and he's looking at me, and he'll still eat the Dorito. he's behind the fucking - i'm gonna fucking kill him. this is war. now this is war. now watch what happens.) <i>[Todd Farrington]
took the flower back
his wayward love had been mislead
the sun is dying
apologies she can't accept
check the window quick
the sun is dying
blue and red of day to purple night
and absent light to disarray
took the flower back
his wayward love had been mislead
the sun is dying
apologies she won't accept
check the window quick
the sun is dying
a candle marks her tears
the flame will fade
she'll greet the dawn in disarray
she steps into the stream the level rising
she steps into the stream the level rising
took the flower back
his wayward love had been misled
the level's rising
steps into the stream
we're so misled
she'll watch the pain the level's rising
blue and reds of day to purple night
and absent light to disarray
she steps into the stream the level rising
she steps into the stream the level rising
she steps into the stream the level rising
she steps into the stream the level rising
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