only the dead can see
from masks ft. RadioRay by computerchemist
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tiny sparks of light leaked out into the metamorphinious aether
an atomic reaction as in a great dance of artistic metaphor
which spoke the language of the gods
the gods, who created the very first seeds of looping infinite
slowly, the darkness disintegrated, implosify with supernova style into
its own vortex of nothingness; like an anti matter atom being turned inside out
the light now intensifying and becoming more than the sum of itself
beyond the scaling of known physistry and transforming into the essence of
spiritual soul
beyond the comprehension of all living kind
that only the dead can see
only the dead can see
we leaned back in our stellar armchairs and fell into a deep transcendental state of bliss
digesting metaphorically what we had just witnessed
no need to philosophise, for we had become part of this great cosmic yin and yan
a crucial observer in the laboratory of nature herself
bringing meaning to the egg of life
we... yes, we!
more than one and less than zero
wee areshaman
wee arsh aman
weearsh a man
battles rage on every level from the micro cosmic strings
to the universal gaseous curtains that block out the screaming mutations of
deranged man wars in their greedy rumpus
time no more than a solar sign of loop in the tesla soup
around and around, spiralling pointlessly till we look within
and spin in our own centrifugal compass
fare thee well to the illusions, as we sail away
over vast waves of thought in our ships of bone
memory fades in the parades of artificiality
the vapid political out-takes of our broken past
cast aside and opened wide to reveal its viral deceit
the light now intensifying and becoming more than the sum of itself
beyond the scaling of known physistry and transforming into the essence of
spiritual soul
beyond the comprehension of all living kind
that only the dead can see
only the dead can see
only the dead can see
only the dead can see
only the dead can see
an atomic reaction as in a great dance of artistic metaphor
which spoke the language of the gods
the gods, who created the very first seeds of looping infinite
slowly, the darkness disintegrated, implosify with supernova style into
its own vortex of nothingness; like an anti matter atom being turned inside out
the light now intensifying and becoming more than the sum of itself
beyond the scaling of known physistry and transforming into the essence of
spiritual soul
beyond the comprehension of all living kind
that only the dead can see
only the dead can see
we leaned back in our stellar armchairs and fell into a deep transcendental state of bliss
digesting metaphorically what we had just witnessed
no need to philosophise, for we had become part of this great cosmic yin and yan
a crucial observer in the laboratory of nature herself
bringing meaning to the egg of life
we... yes, we!
more than one and less than zero
wee areshaman
wee arsh aman
weearsh a man
battles rage on every level from the micro cosmic strings
to the universal gaseous curtains that block out the screaming mutations of
deranged man wars in their greedy rumpus
time no more than a solar sign of loop in the tesla soup
around and around, spiralling pointlessly till we look within
and spin in our own centrifugal compass
fare thee well to the illusions, as we sail away
over vast waves of thought in our ships of bone
memory fades in the parades of artificiality
the vapid political out-takes of our broken past
cast aside and opened wide to reveal its viral deceit
the light now intensifying and becoming more than the sum of itself
beyond the scaling of known physistry and transforming into the essence of
spiritual soul
beyond the comprehension of all living kind
that only the dead can see
only the dead can see
only the dead can see
only the dead can see
only the dead can see
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from masks ft. RadioRay,
released September 29, 2021
computerchemist ft. RadioRay - only the dead can see
lyrics, melodies, flute & vox: ray sutton
all other instruments & composition: dave pearson
recorded in hungary & great britain, (c)(p) dave pearson & ray sutton 2021
computerchemist ft. RadioRay - only the dead can see
lyrics, melodies, flute & vox: ray sutton
all other instruments & composition: dave pearson
recorded in hungary & great britain, (c)(p) dave pearson & ray sutton 2021
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computerchemist Hungary
Computerchemist is the ongoing solo project of Dave Pearson.
ARFM DJ Bruce Gall has remarked on the crossover style of
his playing, invoking comparisons to electronic artists Tangerine Dream, Jean-Michel Jarre, Klaus Schulze, Kraftwerk, and the progressive sounds of Pink Floyd and David Gilmour solo work, Ash Ra Tempel, Mike Oldfield, Steve Hackett, Brian Eno and King Crimson.
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