Army of Pixels
Don't you think its funny how the ultraviolet rays show you what you could be, but never show the way.
Choose an artsy angle, flash a photon bomb. The ringing on your retinas feels like something's wrong.
Consume a little bandwidth. Now your stomache's full. And you have a thousand friends, it's so wonderful.
It's so wonderful.
A million tiny pixels, uncivilized and black.
Grayscale screen so sterile and so clean. Dance before my eyes, you're never by my side.
You're never by my side.
Don't you think it's funny how pixels plague the mind. Lusting for some hex-values, artfully aligned.
Inhibit your judgement, it's easier that way. Have a drink or two or three. Hell, drink the night away.
Wake up in the morning to a cathode sky. The comfort glow of LCD will never get you high.
Will never get you high.
Dust
Cautious answers sliding off a serpentine tongue, N20 not C02 comes bursting from my lungs.
Distorted laughter leaking lessons, lessons of control. The owl isn't really wise so much as he is old.
Mask wearing monsters make the commonest of friends. False facades and happy faces crumble in the end.
Stage curtains close and the culprit flees the scene; time and time again we see the world is not pristine.
Lightning strikes the tallest tree reducing it to ash. Always trembling underfoot, the patient little grass.
The safest ones don't try to climb, explore or sail away. The boring ones most always live to see another day.
Massing garbage on the floor, buried miles high.
Something shifts and something's not quite right.
So when that snake comes slithering to tell you how it feels, you should shut the door and block your ears and scream.
Right now.
We Were Not Meant to Be
I'm ammonia - I am bleach - seems like we weren't meant to be - when we get together bad things happen
Look at you across the room - wonder if you see me too? - do you think of me the way I think of you? - fill my dreams - so full of action - is it love, or a chemical reaction?
seems like we weren't meant to be - 2NaONH3 + Cl2 I'm no longer me and you're no longer you - chemical equations defining who we are - sometimes I think we should have stayed in our own jars
Just Another Day
i wake myself up almost every morning, tell the voices in my head to leave me alone. i sing the saddest song that i can remember as i tell myself maybe it's time i go home
heard those words which were meant to be, next i realized i'm paralyzed for weeks. if someone's watching me from high above i hope they're laughing because i'm not
coincidence and poetry blend beautifully, truly i appreciate irony. filled this page with grammar and noise
an observation i'd do best to avoid
yearning insatiably for honesty, it seems that fairnees is a fallacy. look out the window see what keeps me in, finish the poem i have yet to begin
i'm certain someday this all will pass. i've known nothing that was built to last. dusty window pushed the sun away. can you believe it? i've lost another day.
Internal Observations from the Ultimate Vantage Point
drifting out in outerspace / snug inside a metal box /never to return to earth / looking deep into his eyes / wondering what's on his mind / do you think the apple still would fall? / and if it did what would it change? / would everything still be the same? / would we still be so far from home?
sir isaac newton how time has passed / no day or night so i must ask / how many years do you think we've lost? / your rules don't stick so far from home / gravity has just let us go / it never really wanted us to stay / i feel compelled to leave this ship / to go outside and experience / the close embrace of total nothingness
Mountains Make Us Small
clock-gears are winding down, it's been happening for years. I once could count the minutes lost, kept them stored between my ears. But everything is fuzzy now my memories are gray. We once were the best of friends, now I can't recognize your face.
defy my inner nature / take root and sit and stay / i'm all talk, but never act / i'll never change my ways
it's only data that I've lost, ones and zeros, zeros ones. But I feel so empty now the things I hate are gone. Mushroom trees obstruct my path inedible and dank. I long to be there by your side, but the forest blocks my way.
they show me just how small I am; mushrooms small but trees are large. I could just up and walk away, but I am not in charge. Sunlight makes me wither rain brings me to life, in a cave I'm right at home, but still I hate the night.
Ice
it's too cold outside, please don't tell me why you can't feel it / something is just not right, turn your eyes inside. can you see it?
thirty-two degrees and icicles overcome the soft dewy plains / frozen drops of crystal dew shatter the gentle air
sixty-four degrees and a crack divides the otherwise pristine pond / the crystal mirror shatters seven years of frozen luck
ninety-six degrees and lillies wilt into a fired porcelain print / despite the heat you find the ice still grips your neck.
Intermittent Apathy
A passing particle caught the eye / The moment has been lost / The focus changed and re-arranged / I don't know at what cost
we all drift along. we all drift along. it doesn't matter where we've been or gone, we all drift along
A lonesome time with quiet thoughts / The sun set far too soon / A subtle trade with caution made / As witnessed by the moon
A hungry heart with broken parts / Has nothing left to lose / Lashing eyes towards sunless skies / Have nothing left to prove
An empty list of forgotten things / The pen ran out of words / the refill came but it's not the same / to the listless and the bored
The Golem
a heart of clay torments the man of stone / pain lurks beneath his chiseled mask / exoskeletal skin leaves him cold / not a mountain, never quite a man
and i am like that man
our hearts may beat the same
but rather when they're made of stone
they rarely beat at all
granite muscles make it hard to move / joints of mortar cannot be repaired /designed to be destroyed and built to lose / born to be subservient to man
breathing is a chore his lungs are hard / he patiently awaits a life to live / his master was a cold uncaring god / discarded when his god created man
At the Arcade
pinballs bounce, i've lost another live / i'll see you on the other side
i'm eight years old and four feet tall again / the world once more is a magical place / i feel the allure of the tickets and the cheap toys / my world is reduced to quarters and points
something mystic in the flickering din / the digital noise like the sound of a sage / a transcendental urge to strive for more / the child's voice demands a high score
i journey down the childhood path / and nod with reverence to the god of the realm / spend the last token and watch the dream die / the child retires to the back of my mind
Soundwaves
it seems to me the quiet drowns / i speak to hear, nobody around / frequencies clash and silence sears / i close my eyes, cover my ears
i'm the shadow's friend, the voice of the mute
but we all do foolish things, don't you?
in a subtle way it escaped my lips
and i rue the day i let it slip
i seem to know what i don't / winds whisper what i won't / searing seas of audio scapes / ever locked away in forgotten tapes
i'm the shadows friend, the voice of the mute. But we all do foolish things, don't you? i can't pretend i speak the truth, but in a subtle way
it escaped my lips, and i rue the day i let it slip.
you know she's never coming back? / i'm sure you already knew that / the kiss you will never forget / the kiss you will always regret
Solo del Mar
i am anchored with regret and how i long to forget
the fickle call of sleep / while standing at the helm / he sat to rest his feet / eyelids overwhelmed
sneaky ocean storm / soon overcame the calm / all the sails were torn / but calmly he slept on
awoke upon the shore / battered rough and bruised / worst his ego: sore / abandoned by his crew
About the Project
The SS Rebellion has a crew of two: D. Squared and T. Halifax
D. Squared is the ethereal being which utters the melodies that lie in the upper harmonic range of the human vocal chord set. She complements this focus in the upper range by utilizing a single octave xylophone. D. Squared often writes poetry (an adaptation of which is featured in the song Ice). She has also been known to undertake artistic ventures in the physical realm utilizing paint, charcoal, and the photographic camera.
T. Halifax is nowhere near as mysterious as he would like to believe. He posseses the vocal chords that rumble the lower, more testosterone-riddled vocal set in the Soundscape catalogue. He plays the guitar, bass, tin whistle, and composes the piano pieces. T. Halifax writes the majority of the lyrics for the releases and has even been know to write short stories.
In the past, present, and future Soundscape Rebellion has been known to enlist the aid of other artists in musical endeavors. The credits are as follows:
Dean Fresh - Djembe on Solo del Mar on 'Insurmountable Obstacles'
Brian D. - Saxophone on an unreleased song.
Jillian Rubman - Photography
Eighth Transmission:
...of earth, flesh, and steel
the golem
at the arcade
soundwaves
solo del mar
...of mirth, mesh, and meal
the golem [remix]
at the arcade [battle royale]
soundwaves [instrumental]
radio ready [alternate track]
sometimes things crumble. out of the rubble something better may arise.
7/18/08
Seventh Transmission:
insurmountable obstacles
earth, flesh, and steel are coming
ignius will someday consume flames
4/22/08
Sixth Transmission:
the golem
solo del mar
words are posted
1/8/08
Fifth Transmission:
internal observations from the ultimate vantage point.
mountains make us small.
intermittent apathy
ice
insurmountable obstacles are imminent
...of earth, flesh, and steel to follow.
12/20/07
Fourth Transmission:
we were not meant to be.
just another day
the album is complete
7/24/07
Third Transmission:
what once was one, now is two
4/4/07
Second Transmission:
Dust.
3/25/07
First Transmission:
With an Army of Pixels, it has begun. Again.
3/17/07
