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Industry Standard [2004] |
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Prelude Synesthesia Focal Point EtHymn Repulsed Fuck It Project Remix Afterlife Vibrate Suspense Changes Bruised Fade Away Off I Go EtHymn (edit) Tide Fade Away (remix) A New One |
LYRICS: _____________________ | Industry Standard | ¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯ Prelude: Synesthesia is a confusion of the senses. As humans, we share the knowledge of five. Sight is probably the most relied upon by those who have it, and hearing comes in second after that. This is the one musicians favor the most. More important however is feel. Without this we would all be emotionless blobs incapable of movement. Essentially we would all die. The last two are there mostly for sensation and pleasure so it baffles me that our sexual organs aren't included. Synesthesia is a confusion of the senses, and by naming this project Industry Standard I meant just that. The standard industry today simply mass-produces products or provides services to the masses. Let's face it, there are billions and billions of us currently inhabiting mother earth, and with cultures evolving into more modern sexual societies, we will soon be in the trillions. The industries started as a means of supplying goods. Supply and demand, but now, with all of us here and millions more comming with only thousands dying the industries have become the workplaces of all those residing. You see, this is a cycle. Everything must come full circle or become void. For every one product you consume, you must work to produce at least one more to replace it This is the cycle. This is the economy, and this is only the viewpoint of the blue-collar laborer. And here comes the synesthesia again. Where the industry works to produce, the white-collar corporations work to control. This is greed, and this may be my next project. ------------------------------------------------------------- Synesthesia: This planet is a natural occurance in the universe, made up of solids, liquids and gasses. A sphere held in consistent rotation around a star we have come to call the sun, and spinning at such high speeds that if the planet were a few dozen miles thinner we would all go flying off into space. But right here at ground zero we are generally oblivious of the fact that we are so insignificant and that in comparison to something as large as the universe itself our lifetimes are but a brief flicker. A poof and then we're done. We're manipulated and controlled like a massive herd, a school of humans by our own accord. Our lives predestined by the decisions and the actions of those who have preceeded us, and enforced by those of us here today. Our fates decided the day we were born unless by chance we intercept an accident It all comes down to nature. Everything is natural because everything is derived from nature anyway. Water is the source of life here. Water breeds the biological substances which is life as we know it. These are your internal organs, and if they dry out or become clogged with incompatable substances they fail to function. This is decay and if i listed all the products you consume that are killing you right now you would probably want to commit suicide and just get it over with quick and painless because right now we are all suffering. We all need a little more guidance than we are recieving. ------------------------------------------------------------- Repulsed: Think about what you do with your life. Think about what you do with mine. Share your life with a friend, and they'll end up wasting your time. I give you sex and sensitivity. I give you cigarettes and food. I give instruments and talents, and what do you do? What do you do? Personalities, it's like a game. Sub-realities, it looks like everyone wants to play. Think about what you do with your life. Think about what you do with mine. Share your life with a friend, and they'll end up wasting your time. But you can do it, anything you'd like. Shame. Guilt. Jealousy. Your emotions. Bad. You seem to like the misery, and it loves company. ------------------------------------------------------------- Fuck It: so i dress in black cause i'm crazy i'm insane and i'm dark and depressed and i'm sad and distressed and i'm pissed and i don't care if nobody likes me it seems everybody hates me and you all just want to ignore me or you all just want to abate me. run around. drag me down. drag you down. ------------------------------------------------------------- Fade Away: it's all fuzzy and distorted .. and far away it's another day faded from the start i reach out .. it doesn't seem to make much sense it's too dark .. it feels like there's something missing and then the substance kicks in and everything comes to life life which is suddenly worth living and so much more interesting who would have thought that it could come to this that life would revolve around something so meaningless and it's these things which drive us, these things that keep us going until the end of life or until the end of time i can hear a beat, a drum like the rythem of time so unique it's so beautiful and inspiring. it's amazing and amusing i look to the sky and think of all the places i've never been i think about the people out there, how many of them are like me? how much do we all have in common? sometimes it feels like i'm working too much. struggling just to keep up never going anywhere, never getting ahead or gaining any advantage trapped by the culture of this society, and i get discouraged as i struggle to find an answer left sad and frustrated because i know i could do so much better but at least i have friends like you true friends who enjoy each others company and don't just want something from me those who really care. you know who you are so we cruise through the city all this traffic and all these lights drifting through the energy in search of others like ourselves reaching out as far as we can and sometimes finding nothing going home feeling empty and cold, worn out and alone i know that sometimes we all hit bottom and that our bottoms are different, but the feelings are the same the raw emotions we share are something we all have in common so the next time you're feeling down, remember the things you've heard me say know that you are really not alone, and that somebody would miss you if you fade fade away... ------------------------------------------------------------- Tide: i know that sometimes i may seem a bit shy or coy or that i'm looking for love with a boy or a game but that's okay, i feel no shame for my inability to communicate sometimes i'm just fine, here, within my mind because there's a lot going on in there like some great confusion puzzle i'm still trying to put together so that it'll make more sense someday, but hey - i still notice you even though i don't always pay attention i still thoroughly enjoy your company all the time, yes, all the time that i am with you in fact. which isn't as much as i'd like but sometimes these things just can't be helped, and sometimes i'd like to just keep to myself, which isn't being selfish, it's just being me. no, i'm not trying to hide some dark and dirty secret, just ask me a question if you want to know something. i don't usually voulenteer information, not because i want to be mysterious, but because i don't want people to think i'm out looking for sympathy, or empathy, or anarchy, or peanut butter or something. so why don't i ever get closer to you? i don't avoid you out of cowardace but intelligence. i know what i want out of life and i like you a lot. you've always been a good friend to me and i'd hate to get ahead of myself only to make a regrettable mistake. i guess i value our friendship more than that well, i haven't much more to say except that i may have been a bit misunderstood or i may have misunderstood you or maybe we just met at a wierd time or tectonic plates shifted funny or a parallel universe coincided or a spacetime continuum overlapped or a communication with a higher power interviened, or maybe a person all the way on the other side of the world accidentally stepped in a huge smelly rotten pile of dog shit. i don't know about all of that but what i do know is that our worlds are two, seperate and very different up until our lives collide like some spectacular car accident we can watch on t.v. together, yes, together would be wonderful now that we've met. together we can share our experiences in life, and make beautiful music and talk and laugh and cry and scream our heads off until some angry person tells us to stop and then we can laugh some more because we are friends and after all, what are friends for? |