UNIFIED FIELD
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1. Stereo Sun |
JBR Unified Field – 2008
Total playtime: 61:32
1. Stereo Sun
(6:35)
The sun, a yellow G2 dwarf
star, is 333,000 times the weight of the Earth. Diameter: 1,390,000 kilometers. Mass: 1.98 e30 kilograms.
Temperature: 6,000 Celsius. The
sun is about 72% hydrogen and 26% helium.
Violet sky in the grip of a diamond
hail. Great divide, ten on the
Richter scale. Shifting plates,
altered states. Seasons change. Horse Head ride again. I got a solar head and a
greenhouse mind. Like tears in rain we’re lost in time. Tides of light thread
the nerves. What is real? Just
what you observe.
Stereo Sun – The spheres
of Exodus. Stereo Sun – Infernos facing us.
Halls of stone only rise so
high. Yet your own ideas cross the
sky. Apollo’s lyre poring
fire. Fortune’s told. Destiny Controlled.
Stereo Sun – The spheres
of Exodus. Stereo Sun – Infernos facing us.
Stereo Sun – The spheres
of Exodus. Stereo Sun – Infernos facing us.
2. Relative’s
Theory (5:36)
Big Bang, wavelengths shift
into red. Pushing your past up ahead. To a place with a dark design.
Theoretical riffs and relative rhymes. With a beat like this that makes you go
woah! I sneak into your house like a criminal. Next phase listen for a future
sound. Moving clocks all slow down. Can’t press stop, eject, rewind. We’re in
the hallways of your mind. Open to interpretation. Hoping to treat the
patients. Therapeutic sensations. Deeper than Brit’s invasion.
It’s no wonder that the
Egyptians worshiped the Sun God Ra.
And put various forms of artwork within a pyramid buried n these
hills. And that’s why were here to
find it.
Not Sabbath Not Floyd. Think
Sabbath. Think Floyd. Pink Sabbath. Black Floyd. Not Sabbath. Not Floyd. Not Miller. Not Marley. Think Miller.
Think Marley. Bob Miller. Steve Marley. Not Miller. Not Marley. Glass Album.
Think Album. Not Album. Not Onion. Think Onion. White Album. Glass Onion. White
Album. Not Zeppelin. Not Zappa. Think Zeppelin Think Zappa. Frank Zeppelin. Led
Zappa. Not Zappa. Not
Zeppelin.
3.
Moonsweeper (8:53)
Yesterday is history.
Tomorrow is a mystery. In between a prism and a light strand. Breaking through
the atmosphere. Snowflake turns into a tear. I sweep the moon with the back of
my hand. Touch the edge of Saturn’s face. Counterclockwise hyperspace. In
between the filter wheel and the frame. Phantom signal from the void. Afterglow
of stars destroyed. They link the points like a silvery chain. Other worlds
and moons that circle other suns abound. All the time we’ve lost, now it
finally can be found. Moonsweeper, born to rise again. Plums from Titan’s
frozen vents. Won’t rejoice but won’t lament. Embryonic clouds emerging clear. Creeping over Neptune’s
fields. Not untrue but not quite real. In between an atom’s hemispheres. Riding
out a solar storm. Not deceased but never born. Reap the winds with a sickle of
fire. Universe accelerates. Raking carbon leaves of fate. As we travel the
great dark mire. CHORUS.
4. Vanishing
Point (8:32)
Focus upon the swing of the
pendulum. Sit back and just relapse to bass and drums. The Hurricane of
thoughts too intense for some. Extinction is the rule, survival the exception.
Blue pills will make you sleep, and the white ones wake you. Keeping you up all
night or dreaming straight through. Beyond the farthest star, light moves
faster. Inside a house of wax, fire’s the master. Picture a band of troops on a
distant shore. Arming their tiny tanks for a tiny war. Trying to tame a wolf in
parts unknown. But watching a farmhouse spin in a dark cyclone. Sanctioned
attire conformed to the given identities. No marks of any kind, no lasting
memories. A rumor, déjà vu, a figment never born. Could be the mystery ship in
a field of corn. Bring back life-form priority one. All other priorities rescinded. Perfect organism. I can’t lie to you about your chances
but you have my sympathies.
Basically we’re looking at
you know radiation meters. The
blinking ones are picking up radiation in that sector. They’ve got receivers at
the base of the tower pointed in 32 different directions. There’s 16 matrix points.
Staring at the systems
brightest star. From a storm as wide as Earth and Mars. Triton and Galatea on a
string. Infinite, forever, everything. And I stay (ay) locked in a tower of
words. Waiting for the day my signals heard. Trident
symbol’s rising in the east. Space between the bars will hold the beast.
Watching all the motion from its post. Passing between worlds just like a
ghost. And I stay (ay) locked
in a tower of words. Waiting for the day my signals heard. Against the
fall of night focus on the Wizards Eye flyin. Against the fall of night focus
on the Wizards Eye flyin. There's an art to navigation when you sail. A science
in attention to detail. If I can’t find you tonight, I’ll wait for the morning
sun. If I don’t meet you in this life, I’ll meet you in the next one.
6. Solve For “n”
(2:53)
I
can count by letters. I can solve 4N. I got 26 choices in the alphabet and I
can count them 1 through 10. Algebra is hard. Geometry is harder. What else infinity
It goes on and on and on and on and on. I can plot an angle. I can prove my
work. Ya see polygons pictures. A square is a rhombus. You say, "But what
is that?" Geometry is hard. Trigonometry harder. All else infinity. It
goes on and on and on and on and on. Triangle circles. Oscillation waves.
That's sound and light sine and cosine. Tangent SOH-CAH-TOA. What the hell is
that? Trigonometry hard. Calculus is harder. Into infinity. It goes on and on
and on and on and on. Sequence applications. Differentiation. Precalc, limits, derivatives, series. Off
on some other tangent. Calculus is hard. Astrophysics hardest. Always infinity.
It goes on and on and on and on and on...
7. Mainframe
(7:14)
The beginning: Genesis.
Earth emerges, life is born. Prehistoric creatures. Crawl up to the
mainframe…walk out the door. Rise of civilization. Flat to round, centered sun. The prisoners of the future
plug into the mainframe…one by one. Great spiral - Light of fortune’s wheel.
Ice Giants - On the hours steal. Colonizing, new frontiers. Passing through
ring shaped clouds. Our descendants carry on plug into the main frame…make us
proud. Features sharp, angles straight. In a word, a masterpiece. The endless
epic underway. Plug into the main frame…be released.
8. Defender (6:27)
The year is 3207 ad. Earth has recently become classified as
a Type II civilization. We have
learned to travel to other planetary systems, modify our weather, ignite dying
stars, and prevent astronomical impacts. Earth itself has a reached a rare
political stability, but interstellar aliens and mutants pose ever-present
threats. Enter the defenders - the military elite that protect and defend the
Earth. They are the only hope for the future of our species. This is their story.
All-right yeah! From the core of a hidden world. The
defenders of the age. Riding out in electric tides. That rush down on that
stage ~ Yeah! From the mouth of
oblivion, the advance of the mutant slaves. Lesser ones to them belong. Frozen in a dreamer’s cage. Calling all Defenders - New Sons of Babylon. Even time
surrenders. Children of the invisible dawn. Calling all Defenders – on the
wings of a griffon arise. They’re the first in line when something’s gone wrong. Pilots of the strange rovers.
Silhouetted on the land. Thunderheads upon us now. Tempests turning in our hands. Silent through the neutron plains. Passing through the gates of war. A caravan of destiny.
Following the Twilight Lords.
Chorus.
9. Waves (3:27)
Sparrows climb on ascending
wings. So alive in battalions
sing. And they stay aloft impossibly. Waiting for some confidence from me.
Daylight moon on a canvas blue. Highways soon changing hues. In your dreams
return to castles you’ve seen. Pushing pins in places that you’ve been. Chose a way to create the year. Fill the page make directions clear.
And it’s round and round the tape it goes. Riding out the waves of highs and
lows. Curtains close on an empty room. Into dreams in the afternoon. And it’s
round and round the tape it goes. Riding out the waves of highs and lows.