Live at Seaprog 2013

by Dissonati

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released October 13, 2014

Recorded live at the Columbia City Theater in Seattle on June 30, 2013
Recorded by Gary Mula
Produced by John Reagan
Mixed by Christian Heilman
Mastered by Steve Turnidge
Photography by Danette Davis
String Arrangements by Alicia Rinehart

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Track Name: Senescence
My shape is shifting - slowly, ever slowly
The skin loosens over muscle atrophy
But the mind still clicks
As the thoughts engage
Phasing fast in this age

And I can create
And I am aware
I can sense things now
That were never there
Before

I can no longer plumb the all night depths
I no longer know that younger man
But the hands still move
And the eyes can see
There is possibility

And I can create
And I am aware
I can sense things now
That were never there
Before
Track Name: Can You Hear Me?
Floating slabs of ordinariness
Bridled incivility
The center ring holds no hope
Watch these moments and wonder
Will the next one come?

Like a stone in this river
With nothing to deliver
The flow goes ever on around

Can you hear me?
Are you receiving me?
Can you hear me?
Are you receiving me at all?

In the cold light of day
Still in the dark
What we do, we do alone
What we remember
Won't take us back, ever
To where we came from

Listen with a clear mind
It's possible to find
What you already know

The structure holds, but barely
Cracking at the seams
Facades are only that
There is no endless moment
There is only now
The thought invents itself

Everything that's said
is everything that's heard
is everything that's thought
is everything that's meant
is every single word
is every single sound
is every single light
is every single tone
Track Name: Age of Foeces
It was a century of license
An age of vice and rot
A day when fools and cowards were exalted

All enterprise and courage ground into the dirt
The proper order gone
The world turned upside down
Now we’re back in our place
and it’s time the disgrace was halted

So Doctor Green, set the Wayback Machine
for eighteen-ninety-five
Might was right when men were men,
And Empire was alive
Track Name: We Don't Know What We Don't Know
Glug glug glug glug glug glug glug.
Track Name: Middle Man
Philosophy is foreign
Religion is absurd
Heuristics as process
Cant or the word
Articles written
Comprehension obscured
So much detritus
So mentally blurred

He is Middle Man
He does what he can
To try and understand these things
He is Middle Man
He follows no plan today

So many distractions
So much to endure
A life out of balance
Take time out to cure
A septic environment
A holy man’s lies
Step back and shut it out
Just close your eyes

He is Middle Man
He does what he can
To try and understand these things
He is Middle Man
He follows no plan today

I am Middle Man
I’ll do what I can
To try and understand these things
I am Middle Man
I’ll follow no plan today
Track Name: The Sleeper
Zombie echoes in an empty hall
No signs of life, nothing at all
Wandering blindly through an endless maze
Only forward movement, unyielding haze

A slipping cog on a greasing machine
Levers pulled, increasing the steam
Spark and heat and glow and burn
It starts again, nothing is learned

After all that can be has been taken
When the very earth you stand on has been shaken
When you realize you’ve been mistaken
The sleeper must awaken

Reverberations like a temple gong
Another day, another dawn
Circuits shorted, power’s fused
Untransformed, a life unused

After all that can be has been taken
When the very earth you stand on has been shaken
When you realize you’ve been mistaken
The sleeper must awaken
Track Name: Driver
I live out of sight
In every location
Outside of time
Apart from creation
I bring death and horror
I am hope and joy
I know every secret
I am Driver
Call me Driver

In alluvial forests
I slash and I burn
In rampaging waters
I roil and I churn
I killed everybody
In every war
For anything you can think of
I am Driver
Call me Driver