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Commune

by The Galactoids

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Bartosz Catchy tunes, interesting voice, very well played instruments and an overall spacey sound. In my opinion a true little gem here on Bandcamp! Favorite track: Ask Yourself (WCYD).
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1.
Pillars, immense, burn bright as heaven. Endless expanse, unholy chasm. Man lies awake dreaming of flight. Cosmic ocean. Landlocked, he longs for... Sets sail beyond, dreaming of her shore. Grave creator beckons her child. Into the void, callow and hopeful. Ever-distant, the stars, beautiful, burn a wide array... Astral fireflies. Into the night, he fades. Through neon lightning, molten rivers and crystal lakes... Black thunder clapping, cold electric chemical rains. Technicolor landscapes, miles of impossible shapes sustaining colossal beasts he can't begin to name. Oceans of fire burning, mountains of madness... He pushes farther searching for the source of the Siren's call... Through collapsing stars, ravenous black holes, he throttles hard into a field of stone... But he can't stop now. The vessel's breaking down. Lights flash and warnings sound, but he can't stop now, not when he's so close. Nothing. The engines choke and then there's nothing. The shuttle flickers and then... nothing. With every breath he pulls more nothing. But he can't believe in nothing... that he came so far for... nothing. This can't all be for nothing. And breaths away from nothing, A distant Siren calls...
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Hokus Smokus 06:57
Light as a feather, the witches swarm. One taste of forever will take you away from you. Toil and trouble, the waters warm. One touch from the mother will take you away from you. Lower the curtain, lift the needle... Let your head run wild. Flood the engine, short the circuit... Let your body die. Open all your eyes tonight. Blood in the hollow, the whispers rise. First light of tomorrow will take you away from you. Red baker's dozen, new moon sky. One night with the coven will take you away from you. [Chorus] [Icelandic Stave] "Thick blood. Fighters grow weary. A nation endures centuries of hardships. Great destruction. Men die. Wealth is lost, the destitute are shunned. Perilous ruin. The People dread. Storm on storm, plagued by misery. Heavy remorse. Endless warfare. An evil stir haunts the world." [Chorus]
3.
Welcome to the future of 1,000 truths. Mother Algorithm will comfort you. Our virtual Eden may at first confuse, but ask yourself, what can you do? Welcome to the future of unending war. Father Jingoism has your uniform. The cry of the trumpets may be lost on you, but ask yourself, what can you do? No room to move, born into capture. A pen or a pasture, the butcher's blade it looms. Covet and consume until you're on the alter, fed to a monster and there's nothing of whatever it was that was you... but ask yourself, what can you do? Welcome to the future of your corporate self. Sister Materialism will dress you well. The weight of your wardrobe makes it hard to choose, but ask yourself, what can you do? [Chorus] Ask yourself... Ask yourself... "What can I do?" (Be it. Mean it. If you're telling the truth.)
4.
Raw 07:20
Ash on the heat, rose through the leaves. Dead on the breeze, sways like it's free. The clock drips with the sink... The couch sits like a brink... And with every drink, I recall a fire tower, the embers of fall. The wild devouring the fetters of thought. Alive, in feel, and raw. But now... Salt on my tongue, blood on the run. Cold burning my lungs. Undeniably young. The clock drips with the sink... The couch sits like a brink... And with every drink, [Chorus] "Alive, in feel, and raw." [Chorus]

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released November 26, 2019

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The Galactoids Jasper, Indiana

A few friends writing, jamming, and recording music together. If you're interested in a Vinyl of Commune, message us and we'll order a batch if/when there's enough interest!

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