Track Name: Cocoon ft. Mario Alberto & Claire Stadler
Once upon a time, in the land of the butterfly
suspiciously, prosperity began to decline.
In an ecosystem rich with photosynthesis technicians
it wasn't hard for plants to glisten using sunshine as life.
And then there were colonies stopped.
Families of hummingbirds and honeybees dropped,
and there were scores of trees chopped,
and the little, insignificant,and obliterated critters
who were weakened with the winter became quick and easy dinner
for the fastest, baddest, calloused, carnivorous prowess
whose insatiable malice left them unmatched and unchallenged
with an advantage to ravish families so savagely famished
by the unexpected climate, changing the days into damaged goods.
And in the woods, rodents would die where once they would play,
owls circling surveyed lands would say,
"Well what do we bring home now to give what we make,
in this unbalanced world where you can only give and not take?"
Because to take is a given if you give all you can,
and that given has given responsibility to man,
who have entered the fields with their wheels and deals,
and peeled them to pain, funding factories for fast-food meals
that rain dollar-bills into pockets already filled with bullets and pills,
making the rich even richer and the ill much more ill.
Casually, while I was thinking about the world mathematically
I realized the remainder to the problem was absurdity and tragedy.
Not to mention the despondence that comes with thinking about decay,
but if you want to be serious about society certain puzzle pieces must be displaced.
Take the butterflies for granted, you'll manage to scare the breeze away.
And the community made of beauty will trade purpose in for hate,
and no wonder drugs and hunger infiltrate the state,
where the animals go extinct and where the greedy populate
Because now the land of the butterfly is a myth.
It's just a memory of beauty that used to exist,
and the ecosystem's finished, it's been diminished to dwindling roads
that you can ride across countries when there's nowhere to go.
Now we're just circles, circling around circles of souls,
that have circled existence, leaving graveyards for homes.
I have been patient for the moons of other worlds to visit,
but they did not pull my oceans. No, they did not calm my night.
So I stare at the pearl that orbits around our sad little world.
It's saying, "There's still life in motion. Nothing's more lively than the tide".
Track Name: Closer ft Claire Stadler & Mario Alberto
It's true I ran in circles, but I was running with the best.
It made it hard to find the straight line you drew back to Angeles.
Now I've arrived and in due time maybe you'll find I have learned a lot,
the only circle I'll be running now is the one orbiting your heart.
You get the best of me, intrinsically, because the worst of me is dead. My bad habits reduced and managed by the arithmetic of dystrophic trends, they canceled each other out in the shallows of my dreams and came together to combust in the deepest part of me. I call it my conscious, that lonely little cricket, he’s been whispering your name into the thickest of my instincts, where the spirit induced endorphins visit the engravings I've had to make on walls that paint my heart with chemicals I let infiltrate my veins. I’m trying to sober up, shed bitterness I overdubbed unto the soundtrack of my struggles, the ecstasy I swallowed is still bubbling up my troubles, blunt smoke blocks the memorial lawn where I buried all my former lovers, the acid trips that once seemed dreamscapes now resemble sewer tunnels, and what was I searching for when I left you at the coast? Most days I think I was scared of having something so good so close. I wasn’t ready to offer you myself, because what was me was shame and hate, pride, lust, greed, all these insecurities. I found them clogging up my chest, So I went to war a schizophrenic to find responsibility and regain some self respect, it wasn’t easy, it gave me atomic headaches and stale breath, the detox calloused up my flesh and made me queasy, but now that’s gone. What’s left is only what you should get, clean and fresh, I’m offering you nothing less ‘till my remaining days are over. You get the best of me, if you want it, I’m only moving forward cause it means that we’ll be closer.
I sit in a dark rupture, calculating visions of my many minds;
categorizing regions of my voice, where truths disguise the lies.
I’ve learned a lot and I know, that it’s you I want to please.
Now we share the city, come close to what I’ve been building.