I had a strange little steam punk phase in seventh grade where I'd only listen to stuff like the cog is dead and the steam powered giraffe...discovered this album then and it still slaps
Lyrics: Samuel: For my mother, my sister, and for you, Jordan Sing with me child as the day grows long and stardust fills your eyes Sing with me child of the love enver lost, your mother’s lullabye There’s langue it’s speaking, some terrible tongue In this creature’s cries I’ll crack its cant and peel its prose Know what it says in time I shall not rest, to see this creature up close, its skin, its marks.. (spoken: “Has someone been whipping this creature? Seriouslly, has someone been lashing this thing. This look like whip marks…”) Sing with me child as the day grows long and stardust fills your eyes Sing with me child of the love enver lost, your mother’s lullabye Back a long bit, i was a child exorcist Get back devil, won’t you get back down Get back to the glory of the lord Get down devil won’t you get down and out Get back to the glory of the lord I drove out the devil for the glory of the lord, witness for the glory of the lord At ten years old they’d come from miles around to see me driving out the devil for the glory of the lord Get back devil, won’t you get back down… My mother was afflicted how the demons they would come every few months and they’d take over her mind I’d say “get out you devil!” all night long and she would cry And i’d bring her back again into the light Get back devil, won’t you get back down… The demons kept returning to my mother i must tell I was left to raise my sister by myself Pastor Ken he warned me that the females of my blood Were marked and plagued by satan there himself “Get out you devil”, to my mama oh i cried A witness for the glory of the lord On stage the crowds adored me but night after night i sat With my sister while my mama wept some more Get back devil, won’t you get back down… Adolescence changes us from the children who we were I started seeing different aspects of the world Mental illness was the struggle that mother had and well, All the screaming, prancing i had done was not a help She took her life one day never once aware Of any type of treatment, medication, doctor’s care I quite the church, i went to school and studied there Neuroscience, embarked upon a well acclaimed career But at career’s cusp my sister she fell ill Same affliction as my mother and i used all my skill To diagnose, to find a cure for what she had But all my skill revealed that in fact, she was not mad It was a demon that did plague my sister’s mind Just like the pastor said, it hunted down my female line So back to church and on to seminary too A different set of skills to learn to see the long fight through Get back devil, won’t you get back down Get back to the glory of the lord Get down devil won’t you get down and out Get back to the glory of the lord The Holy Sacred Order Of The Bleeding Rose i joined Which hunts these horrors all across the land They taught me of the veil that leads beyond the world And the Abbey and the dusk on which it stands And when my sister took her life And nothing else was left for me in the world any more I offered to come over To help the Abbey run This place of no return who breaks all who come
Lyrics: I must possess you, I must crawl under your skin access, ingress you, you must let me in i must enter circumvent you , ride your body wear your skin just open up, embrace me and let me dwell within I’ve been working up to tell you but it seems we’re out of time there’s a detail left unmentioned… I am not quite alive All this time that we’ve been hanging to most it looks like you’re alone only some can see me cause I’m afraid that i’m a ghost Now please dont let it throw you all else ive said is true and its long since i have had a friend, someone like you But before you bleed on out here and the slender man arrives if i can come crawl in there I’d really like to hitch a ride I must possess you, I must crawl under your skin access, ingress you, you must let me in i must enter circumvent you , ride your body wear your skin just open up, embrace me and let me dwell within I have wandered for a while, looked so hard for one like you that the tall thin man is hunting, I just want to come with too When he catches you and frankly that’s a minute here from now let me in, I’ll take the pain, go to sleep, just lay your spirit down Now trust may be a small issue, leaving your body to my care but i swear my reason’s worthy, I just need your skin to wear I must find out where he takes you, where he goes on with his prey I have hunted long the hunter, this chance may not come again I must possess you, I must crawl under your skin access, ingress you, you must let me in i must enter circumvent you , ride your body wear your skin just open up, embrace me and let me dwell within I must possess you, access, ingress you i must enter circumvent you ride your body wear your skin just open up, embrace me and let me dwell within Thank you. Listen, i’ll take really good care of your body. Okay let me just… get in here…. …… it’s coming…
That was fantastic 😩 this man knows how to do intros and a good atmosphere. And this is just the first song, but I know that the rest of the album can get even more epic. I'm really excited for this.
Absolutely fantastic for a first track to encounter. Definitely different genre, but atmospheric and laying down the concept like many of the New Albion Trilogy first narration tracks. Expansive and wonderous, mysterious and somewhat melancholy, with a hint of glimmering hope. Masterful work instrumental by Paul and vocals by Haley, and Pixelwayve put forth another stupendous album cover!
Han: Hello everybody, and welcome to Han Mi’s Storytime Theatre. Or, if you prefer, here give me a second... (In Raven voice) Hello animate objects I hope to boink one day, it’s me, your favorite creepy and weirdly, desperately thirsty geriatric narcissist! Let me just pour myself a dash of green tea... (sfx)... Oh, look at me! I’m so obsessed with my little willy! Hump hump! Oh sadness, I just can’t quite grasp the concept of enthusiastic consеnt. Whatever will abate my sadnеss? I know! A medley! How can you just leave me standing, alone in a world so cold, maybe I’ve issues with my mother, maybe I’m just like my father, too old In touch with the ground, I’m on the hunt I always drool, I smell like I sound, I’m lost in a crowd and I’m thirsty like a fool For forty days and for forty nights I hit on guys, but who can stand when I want a man, it’s myself I stan, gonna dance on the floor in the round Mama always told me, be careful what you do, don’t go around being some old fart And mama always told me, be careful what you shove, in places you should not, because you’re old and got Raven: I just express myself, baby, put your love to the test, you know you know you got to Han: Make him express how he feels, then you know his love is real Raven: You started without me! And your impression is terrible Han: Terribly accurate you mean Raven: Oh look at me, I’m sooo Raven Han: Just try and keep up old man Raven: You need more horns in your music. Kids today... Han: Synthwave grandpa. It’s retro enough even you should recognize it Raven: Come on now Han, oh your fans they all want, your dirt oh, so come on now Han Han: Sweet dreams and backstories, who am I to disagree, I’ve traveled the world and the seven seas, everybody looking for something Well, my mother was raised in the ghetto of New Albion and swore she would get rich by any means. She dropped out of school and started dealing. Word is her best friend stole some of her stash once for a party and my mother had to either shoot her or lose face, so she shot her best friend with tears streaming down her face. It earned her respect and she climbed the ladder of the street drug trade She was sleeping on and off with my dad, a hustler always coming up with impossible schemes, and eventually got pregnant Hey little sister what’s the big plan Hey little sister who’s your superman Hey little sister who’s the one you want Hey little sister shotgun Well, it’s a nice day to start again C’mon, it’s a nice day for a white wedding As a young girl, I used to help my mom weigh and bag narcotics. By that time, both my parents were using themselves, and the house was a chaotic and sometimes dangerous place to be, but my dad never stopped trying to dream up the big score that would bring them their windfall they needed to leave the game So one night they stole a truly epic score, oh lord But it turned out to be the mob whose cash they stole, oh lord, oh lord But when the mob they look for you There is no, nowhere to go, it’s true All my folks all they could do Was hide, for months we never left it’s true And finally one day, my mother walked outside Went out for tampons and smokes and a light but Sadly she got made, shot upon the street but I will always love her My dad took the bag of money Ran and no one ever saw him again Is he dead or still alive Raven: Do you... I can... I can give hugs Han: If you really want to know what I think of my dad Well I’m thinking he’s a dream on a mean machine who was hell when he’s mad He was a devil in skin tight leather He always was wild as the wind And one fine night he ran outta sight He’s a cool rider, a cool rider He was cool enough to burn me through and through Raven: I’ll be here for you tonight, if you need me, if you ever And if you only hold me tight, we’ll be holding on forever Together: And we’ll only be making it right, cause we’ll never be wrong Together, we can make it to the end of the line Your love is like a shadow on me all the time I don’t know what to do I’m always in the dark We’re living in a powder keg and giving off sparks I really need you tonight, forever's gonna start tonight Forever's gonna start tonight Han: Once upon a time, I was falling in love, now I’m only falling apart Nothing I can do, a total eclipse of the heart Raven: Once upon a time, there was light in my life Together: Now there's only love in the dark Nothing I can say, a total eclipse of the heart Raven: Turn around bright eyes, turn around bright eyes, turn around .........
Han: Ok, everyone, so that was the medley part, now for the story part. It’s been a while since we’ve caught up with our good friends in Lost Hollow, so settle back and I’ll catch you up on the latest happenings ......... Lost Hollow has stagnated. It’s not growing and the radio show isn't picking up new listeners. It just plays to a small, dedicated cult following. This is not enough for the town to grow and once these few listeners drift away, the town will fade and die Mary tries to come up with a plan. She calls for a town meeting. The town discusses the dilemma and decides they need to send someone out to the real world to do some reconnaissance. Mary is not allowed out, and Henry has less than no desire to go. Sonya Saurez offers to go. She has become sufficiently real and has experience with alternate realities, so she packs up a backpack and heads over to the Carnival where the doorway to the outer world is Dr. Jesper Furby has created gold coins to use as currency and he theorizes it should retain value in the outer world. He makes her a pouchful and a map to navigate the walkway between worlds. Sonya sets off Sonya has never been to the outer world of New Albion, and is both excited and intimidated. She wanders about, looking at this and that but soon realizes she knows so little about how this world works. She decides she needs to collect information the best way she knows how, by going to a saloon She tries to pay with the gold coins she has, which are actually worth an enormous amount, but the bartender doesn’t know this and will only accept "proper" currency. Sonya becomes frustrated and upset, but a patron at the bar drinking alone offers to pay for her drink. Sonya accepts and they set to talking The patron is a trans male named Oliver who has sat down to drink away his troubles. He's just quit his job at a video game company after months of endless crunching under terrible working conditions. He has no other prospects and is upset and disillusioned with the industry. He listens incredulously to Sonya’s story and while he has no idea whether to believe it or consider Sonya a complete nut, he tells her that radio is the most outdated and ridiculous way to grow popular awareness of her town and "who on earth thought up such a thing?" If she wants to grow fast she should make a video game centered around Lost Hollow. Sonya becomes very excited and asks Oliver if he could help her. Oliver is still not sure if Sonya is a nut, so he is hesitant, but agrees to come back with her to see the town Long story short, once he travels into the collective unconscious and visits Lost Hollow, he clearly believes her and agrees to head up the creation of the video game. The gold pieces Lost Hollow uses as currency are insanely valuable in the outer world and will easily fund the project. Oliver sets about creating a company and designing an open-world RPG based around Lost Hollow and its denizens This is when the trouble occurs Before the game is finished, they begin marketing it. This builds awareness of the town in the public eye, but something odd then happens Another town forms close to Lost Hollow, based off an incredibly popular video game: Nazi Death War. In New Albion, Nazis are a fictitious type of bad guy like zombies. The game is a first-person shooter that takes place in a war-torn city and surrounding countryside, with a highly popular online multiplayer option This bleeds over into Lost Hollow and the town soon finds itself overrun with homicidal soldiers shooting at everything around them while screaming "noob", cursing and shouting every racist and homophobic epithet in existence Sheriff Henry goes over to try to talk sense into them. They scream at him and make him very angry and frustrated. When angry and frustrated he cannot achieve the necessary physical effect needed to turn into Hurl Henry angrily goes back to Lost Hollow and asks Dawson Calico if he could please take off his clothes in front of Henry. Dawson does and Henry turns into Hurl, goes back to Nazi Town and trashes the place and all the homicidal players screaming noob. It's a massacre The problem is, the idea that during your multiplayer battle a giant, naked beast of a man may randomly burst in and go on a rampage absolutely delights people and Nazi Death War becomes even more popular Mary and Channelle, a half-wraith girl, hold a town meeting where suggestions are thrown out and debated. In the end, a decision is made and early the next morning Mary and Channelle fill some packs and set out into the great desert The walk is long and brutal. Channelle is a huge help because, as a half-wraith, she consumes much less normal food and can feed off of dead carcasses, which they find during their trek. Mary has a much harder time and eventually goes through all the food and water in the packs as the days pass. Channelle had begged Mary to stay but Mary told her she could never send someone else on a terrible journey she wouldn't do herself Mary is parched and broken, practically being dragged by Channelle, when they finally reach the place on the northern front of the desert Mary had remembered being there before, when as an AI they had tried (and failed) to map this region of the Collective Unconscious. It is a place called Num Num Kittyland, where the Num Num Kitties live Mary talks to the Num Num kitties and they strike a deal. She then performs a ritual involving scotch, a red clown nose and goth glitter, which sends a rainbow flare far into the sky, falling well out of sight. It is a signal to summon the Carnival Raven appears and agrees to bring the Carnival, attach Num Num Kittyland to it like a trailer, and drag it across the desert back to Lost Hollow This is how the Num Num Kitties invade Nazi Death War While Hurl was viciously fun, the rainbow farting Num Num Kitties are absolutely horrific to many of the younger, testosterone fueled fans. While there is a small constituent that absolutely loves their invasive presence, the reaction is catastrophic for the poor game and their company. Outside in the real world, a team of tired, beleaguered programmers frantically search the code and firewalls to see how the kitties are possibly interfering with the game, but they can find nothing. Within days, the game is shut down and the company goes on to report record losses Oliver meanwhile is creating a masterpiece of a game. He is unfettered by budgetary restrictions and Sonya cares nothing for making a profit, so money is spent without thought or care. Oliver will go on to become a legend in the gaming industry, not only for his incredible game design but for his unwavering insistence on ethical working conditions and contracts for his programmers Lost Hollow as a result has an enormous growth spurt and the Lost Hollow Weird West gaming line is one of most top rated of all time .... And now it's time for viewer mail. Today we have a question from Katelyn the Costume Designer. Katelyn asks: "Dear Han-Mi Have any other post-humans dropped by the carnival, if so, who? It seems to be a hotspot for people of the transcendent-kind!" Well Katelyn, no one has dropped by yet, although that's about to change because we’ve been... um, I'm not sure if I'm allowed to talk about this, but let's just say: if all goes well there should be a bit of a reunion happening here. It's been tough tracking them down but we think we found... Raven and I are leaving after the show, Raven's going to meet *BEEP* and I have someone I’m supposed to find. I really should have left already, but since he’s a near indestructible postie, after all, what could happen to him, I figure I can wait until this show is over. Lloyd is hard at work trying to come up with a plan to... well, do the impossible, which you have to admit, is something he’s quite good at Anyway, Katelyn continues Backup question: "Dear Han-Mi If you could travel to a narrative with anyone in the metaverse, who would you go with and where to? From, Katelyn the Costume Designer" One day, when the current plan is over and I've built my ashram, I would like to go away with Henry, maybe take a quick peek and see how Jane is getting on, then... I don't know, a little pirate adventure that leads to the discovery of a lost underwater civilisation might be nice. Pirates of Atlantis or something like that. Just me and Henry and maybe we could make a few friends along the way Ok, well, that's our show for today. And here to sing you all off, a duet with me and Floozy Floozy: Heyah, Han. Howya doin’? Han: Great. So what did you want to sing today? Floozy: Well, I was tryin ta think what all them folks out there need and I figure, one thing I'm sure everyone could use is a great big hug. So this is my hug, from me ta all of yous Happiness is findin' a pencil Pizza with sausage, telling the time Happiness is learning to whistle Tying your shoe for the very first time Happiness is playing the drum in your own school band And happiness is walking hand in hand Happiness is two kinds of ice cream Knowing a secret, climbing a tree Happiness is five different crayons Catching a firefly, setting him free Happiness is being alone every now and then And happiness is coming home again Happiness is mornin' and evenin', daytime and nighttime too For happiness is anyone and anythin' at all That's loved by you Han: Happiness is having a sister Sharing a sandwich, getting along Han and Floozy: Happiness is singing together when day is through And happiness is those who sing with you Floozy: Happiness is mornin' and evenin' Daytime and night time too For happiness is anyone and anythin' at all That's loved by you
Amber: There’s a land made out of liquorice and caramel they say A sweet and sour gloomy realm another world away Where gummi bats and swirly rats and wild, taffy clans roam the gumdrop forests, down in Lollyland In Lollyland, In Lollyland Sweet sins upon command In Lollyland, Lollyland Temptations you cant understand In Lollyland your mother’s queen and just a bit insane Your name there is Prince Pear and she locked you far away Queen: I was brought up near the honey mines where i swore that i would taste a taste thats like no other, that of power sweet and great I learned forbidden magic made of gummi blood and bone Whole villages i sacrificed til at last i took the throne I had a son i vaguely loved, but the crown must stay with me So i locked him in a tower and then threw away the key Amber: In Lollyland, In Lollyland Sweet sins upon command In Lollyland, Lollyland Temptations you cant understand You live atop that tower and you never leave its space You spend your time making other worlds with your paint But enter now the hero, a fair, courageous lass who spied you in your tower one day when she did pass You spoke of dreams and wonder, she would come to you each day and sure enough you fell in love, conspired to escape In Lollyland, In Lollyland Sweet sins upon command In Lollyland, Lollyland Temptations you cant understand You fled you ran across the land your true love and you But the queen insane with hate and rage is after both you two She was closing in, but this is when, by purely random chance, Arcadia Corp opened a door, plucked you from Lollyland Your land is grave peril, your narrative is doomed I’m sad to say your mom, the queen, was supposed to murder you quite horribly, but then you see, your true love would avenge your gruesome death, cut mother’s neck and this is how it ends Because you are not there right now, this fate cannot be spun and your narrative will soon unfurl, your whole world will done Your love thinks that the queen has put you back at tower’s eye She heads there, we must put you back there before your love arrives In Lollyland, In Lollyland Sweet sins upon command In Lollyland, Lollyland
Back in the asylum when my younger self was crying and i just sat there in silence and despair Around me voices screaming, laughing madly, bedlam dreaming its dark nightmare as i sat in silent prayer Why’d they do this to me, i am lost and there is nothing that can lead me out of darkness, out of woe There ought to be a new world for the sad, despairing lost girls but the days they would just come and they would go And i wish that i could go back and say tell that little girl the pain is worth it all one day All this will fade and you will change and a force for vindication and saltation you will make The price of transformation lays in paying wages made of pain Little girl keep holding on be strong and full of faith I still believe, believe this will be worth it all one day Down there in those caves that dark and damp and chilly place where the voodoopunks would chant and plan and pray The wounded they would cry, the really bad ones would just die and you could see the desperation on our face In prayer i begged oh why must all this suffering be mine Why must this world always be so full of woe Please let there be a place past all this misery and pain but the days they would just come and they would go And i wish i could go back and say tell that teenage girl it will be worth it all one day A woman of you it will make and a force so fierce and fiery you will be upon that day The price of transformation lays in paying wages made of pain Little girl keep holding on be strong and full of faith i still believe, believe it will be worth it all one day
Michael: Now sure, Nash is a bit bothered by his memory being crap but he’s decided he don’t care about the future or the past He’s embraced the whole just live in this here moment kinda code He just wants to party at the club each night, let it all go Cause if you think these clubs where the hppies come to drink coffee all day long are colorful and wild, man, just way til the sun goes down Cause at night these beatniks party like boy you cant believe It’s a psychedelic spaceship to a cosmic future dream Voodoopunks: The cosmological wheel the ontological feel is set to turn and so emergent cognizance will reveal the neurological gears of our terrestrial spheres emanate to the next state of consciousness up from here The revolution of evolution kiss the bliss the psychedelic solution The execution of absolution, retrain your brain the psychedelic solution Telluric consciousness as the sixth circuit will have of imprinted, gravitational reality maps Humankind will expand to meta programming and the conintelligence of rapture manifests here at hand The revolution of evolution kiss the bliss the psychedelic solution The execution of absolution, retrain your brain the psychedelic solution ... The graduation of cognitation celebrate the psychedelic migration The immantation of emanation celebrate the psychedelic migration The revolution of evolution kiss the bliss the psychedelic solution The execution of absolution retrain your brain the psychedelic solution
[Helen] There a desert where a carnival Hungry roams round and prowls Waits to feed, but let's not speak of this now A frontier town past the desert rests Here in the queer and quite weird west Let's stroll its street as the sun creeps on down Soon we come to the saloon Let us stop, shots, they are calling our name Pray we must stay, we've come on quite a day Miss Helen's one pace from disgraced cabaret Look round the towns all here and more Werewolves recline upon the floor All is at last more like now than before Tonight things that circle, wait, and prey Crouch far enough away, lets play With your heart see what it takes it to break The light dies upon our pale lives As it rises right now on the stage Settle back in with your glass full of gin For Miss Helen's one pace from disgraced cabaret And now the cast who appears tonight In our torrid tales of intrigue and delight I am Helen, and I shall guide you Through accounts from our dear town Which we'll regale to you In every tale a hero must appear And our sheriff, rugged true And brave is here This week once again He will face friends I fear The queen of crime The sinister Han Mi Whose exotic webs of intrigue and deceit What dark oriental magic does She bring to us from the east [Han Mi] Ah yes, it's the tired dragon lady trope again [Helen] Let's stick to the script this week [Han Mi] Come see Han Mi, the lazy racist caricature from a small minded, bigoted, ignorant asshat of a writer [Helen] And of course my friends We cannot forget our alchemist friend And secrets that he tends Our curtain has risen, come join us my friends Our town's like an address to an orgy For tired tropes and pulp stories Gaze on the floor once more As they writhe and copulate Your heart has such sublime ache An iconic role you'll make, stay One day you'll appear with us here on the stage And say, in this saloon, those still sane Unite here each week for a play Let’s all drink a shot Of whatever you've got For Miss Helen's one pace from disgraced cabaret
See, Eldritch Gods are just regular dudes like you and me, who smoke weed and get their funk on in clubs. With the exception of a few thousand extra appendages and some cult followings.
