No Place Like Utopia

by Mister Zach

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Written and Recorded at Moody Studios - The Studio without a Home™
by Zach T.

Released 4/2013

Contact: misterzachtipton@gmail.com

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released April 26, 2013

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Track Name: Hello, Hologram
Hello, Hologram.
Will you take me to George's house of mirrors?
I'd like to see it from the inside...
One of us seems stranger than the other
Oblivion remains composed of infinity

I reminisced with Narcissus
He sank.
And from the Pacific, cryptic sounds from the mouth of the sinking face:

No man is lost, though we're caught in a manic phase
Wonder. Don't regret reflections if they display truth. Accept no "thing" and forget your saddest age. End it all with a comma on a Saturday.

Hello, Hologram.
Will you take me to George's house of mirrors?
I'd like to see it from the inside...
One of us seems stranger than the other
Oblivion remains composed of infinity

...I'll voyage through a deja vu,
Zero of me and two of you.
Doubled lives
Turn the light switch on and off.
If there is trouble search the rubble of our tripled thought.
Those psychonautic non-events are optical illusions at best...

...even our emotions even out somehow...

(and if you look you will see nothing new in IT)

Hello, Hologram.
Will you take me to George's house of mirrors?
I'd like to see it from the inside...
One of us seems stranger than the other
Oblivion remains composed of infinity
Track Name: Lazy with a Guillotine
Lazy with a guillotine
We'll never get to sleep
now
As I said, "NO WRONGS."
Lazy with the guillotine
Love begins and ends in "C"
"On and on" is over...

We can always see when we lean way back
Sleep it off together, rather than attack
and dream of different lives in a closed head space
Wake up with the knowledge of a new embrace

Lazy with a guillotine
We'll never get to sleep
now
As I said, "NO WRONGS."
Lazy with the guillotine
Love begins and ends in "C"
"On and on" is over...

Drag another day on the plateaued peace
Dwell on wooden boards and count to three
for every little lie we tell our minds
Mr. Wh(Y)'s arithmetic is never wrong
He's always kind

Lazy with a guillotine
We'll never get to sleep
now
As I said, "NO WRONGS."
Lazy with the guillotine
Love begins and ends in "C"
"On and on" is over...
Track Name: Neurosis Island
Solipsistic scarecrow woman
Waiting under the sun
Chained to your senses
You said, "I haven't found the 'I'."

Wallpaper maker, carry your burden
Bleed enough for a song
The colors don't blend, so
How does the pain line up?

(Sickness is a cyclical thing on Neurosis Island)

Metaphysical business man
Had enough of the world
The money's all right, so
How many have you sold?

Disconnected best friend's dead
(giving into the gun)
nothing changes
his head didn't quite line up...

(Sickness is a cyclical thing on Neurosis Island)

Separator!
Show me your secret
Where do you draw the line?
"The second I speak to you I don't have to try."

(Sickness is a cyclical thing on Neurosis Island)
Track Name: Separated #4
Shadows play their games
and his brain sits in a cave
aware of the source of the light
that shines upon the back of his head

He goes through the motions of machinery
Copy of a smile for his family
Typical automatic insanity
He says, "Oh, my god. Nobody move."

Shadows play their games
and his brain sits in a cave
aware of the source of the light
that shines upon the back of his head

He erases faces from his photographs
and criticizes those who beg him to relax
He encounters outer dark with a laugh
"I wanna meet your God. Nobody move."

Shadows play their games
and his brain sits in a cave
aware of the source of the light
that shines upon the back of his head

He confesses secrets to the mad man
visions of television dreamland
where violet violence is in demand
"Separater sold my god. Nobody move."

Shadows play their games...
Track Name: Rainbow Eyes
Biblical stares from the rainbow eyes
Resemble more than reflection
Just try to find the words that define your self.

Say goodbye to your balloon
Maybe I believe in you
Untie the string that holds your throat shut
Highly good shine!
You will sing until it's time

Biblical stares from the rainbow eyes
Resemble more than reflection
Just try to find the words that define your self.

Super radiance achieved
Truth at forty-two degrees
Set fire to your house after the rain stops
Highly good shine!
Burn those Paris fantasies

Biblical stares from the rainbow eyes
Resemble more than reflection
Just try to find the words that define your self.
Track Name: Who's My Brother?
Familiar pain fuels the creature
She doesn't ask for more
Across a geometric plane
She appears crazy to the core
No use trying to reach her
She only talks to birds
You might say her name in vain
While your OTHER paces in the dark
Singing

Who's my brother? You're my brother.
Who's my sister? You're my sister.
Lose a father along the way...

Believable pain dulls the creature
She doesn't say the word
A quiet night to die alone
Bring the season to find out what you're worth

No use trying to meet her
She's been with you since birth
You might play her game in vain
While your OTHER ends up in the dark
singing

Who's my brother? You're my brother.
Who's my sister? You're my sister.
Lose a father along the way...

Face to face with flesh and stone
Believable pain dulls the creature
Face to face with flesh and stone
Familiar pain fuels the creature
You will play her game in vain
Track Name: Holy Mountain Blues (The Questionable Quest)
People circle 'round the mountain
With covered ears they trample roses on the road
Some line spirals with possessions
While lovers build a home that they can call their own

The questionable quest
Unreachable apex
Which path is your best guess?
Make up your mind in the morning

People talk about the mountain
They ramble on as if their words had any weight
Some might find illumination
Only to free a mind that never had a chain

The questionable quest
Unreachable apex
Which path is your best guess?
Make up your mind in the morning

Wake up with a holy mountain view
Wake up with those holy mountain blues
Track Name: Ancient Evil
Ancient evil lives in the minute hand

Never-ending goodness
Never seemed impossible
Although your lectures in the theater always showed me otherwise...

Ancient evil lives in the minute hand

You're allowed to feel red
Lloro por el diablo
The weight of this moment could ring out and flourish like springtime morning or a wartime warning for you

There's nobody here
Track Name: This or That
Probability speaks to no one
Megaphone mouth cries out from the crowd,
"Immortality's found in the BOMB
Capital king shakes hands with the sound
Long live paradise
most of you will freeze
Give a little bit of what you're selling
and I'll let you know when I want more

Could we be friends again?
I couldn't recognize you in this or that form.

Push your enemy into the flame
Strangle him, Son, though you think the same
Bring some clarity to the main stage
The fictional face collapses on cue
Diamond, you will die
And move on with ease
Cut the middle, man
Solve the riddle
then
I'll let you know when I want more

Could we be friends again?
I couldn't recognize you in this or that form.
Track Name: No Place Like Utopia (A.M. Version)
In an ideal world, I don't exist.
Therefore, I must destroy you.

Say goodbye

reality

stops the "headspun" heart

I want more, and I can't avoid you.

You could imagine what this does to me.
It wouldn't matter if I'd let you be.

This is no place for utopian dreams.

And if I feel worse
I won't exist beyond a ------
May the right mentality
stop your "headspun" heart.
Is it wrong that my love secludes you?

You could imagine what this does to me.
It wouldn't matter if you'd let me be.

This is no place for utopian dreams.