reflections 2k16

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this is a demo of songs we collected from various conceptual albums we've been working on. this album is 'pay what you want', which means if you want, you can download it for free! thank you so much to anyone who has supported us thus far, we really couldn't do it without you.

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released April 20, 2016

erica daubert - vocals/lyrics
rab speese - guitar/bass/percussion

aren winebrenner - upright bass (the gypsy,pt. II)
stevo - djembe (the gypsy,pt II)

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Zap Goes Pop! Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

An ecclectic group of eccentric musicians, connecting with each other in small corners of time. Pushing the boundaries of collaboration by bringing together music from various genres and realms.
Though we are each uniquely different - we are all one.
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Track Name: Ubuntu
the veil is getting thinner
eyes are seeing clearer
Ubuntu's on the horizon
money's an illusion,
a slave-trade institution
built to keep us busy and distracted
for we the people have the power
within our minds and it's time to wake up!

so if we have all the power
but they get all the paper
It begs us to question who's in charge here?
charlatans invading
masked men masquerading
open up yer eyes, it's US they work for

money's an illusion
intended to confuse you
keep the workers busy
keep 'em from their dreaming
money's an illusion
a slave-trade institution
intended to confuse you
you can't change what's written in the stars
something' brewin'
consciousness is stewin'
cause still you got no paper
and yet you push the pencil
They twist the words of God
to drain you of your thoughts -
they squeeze 'em in a box
and now they've got a product

the veil is getting thinner
eyes are seeing clearer
Ubuntu's on the horizon
money's an illusion
a slave-trade institution
built to keep us busy & distracted
from what's hiding in plain sight
if you focus, you'll see we're getting closer
unity's attainable in every race and culture
we really aren't that different
and while we're busy bickering
they pull the strings behind the scenes
and no seems to speak up!

money's an illusion
intended to confuse you
keep the workers busy
keep 'em from their dreaming
money's an illusion
a slave-trade institution
intended to confuse you
you can't change what's written in the stars
something' brewin'
consciousness is stewin'
cause still you got no paper
and yet you push the pencil
They twist the words of God
to drain you of your thoughts -
they squeeze 'em in a box
and now they've got a product
Track Name: Unwanted Seeds
we are children of fate
tossed to the dogs
abandoned strays
our tears fall no more
we've learned to seek solace in the roughest of storms

though we don't weep, our wounds still bleed
children of fate, we're the unwanted seeds

I've been burnt at the stake, I've been walked down the plank
and I've been the victim who's stoned while crying on the floor
I'm biding my time, they say I'm speaking in tongues
but I am nothing without all of these memories

we are unwanted seeds
underdogs growing our roots into trees
they say we're wasting our time
but we disagree and we're doing just fine

though we don't weep, our wounds still bleed
children of fate, we're the unwanted seeds

I've been burnt at the stake, I've been walked down the plank
and I've been the victim who's stoned while crying on the floor
I'm biding my time, they say I'm speaking in tongues
but I am nothing without all of these memories

I ask, where were you then? when we were just children?
I can't even imagine the logic behind your self serving deeds
now we're unwanted seeds -
but our roots will grow into trees with new memories...
Track Name: Ode To Shiva
Once upon a time, we were slaves to a machine
In the land of opportunity where freedom isn't free
Everyone's asleep, sedated - they don't dream
and it's all the same to them when it's all they've ever seen
They don't ask questions, they don't know
from the hills, we watch the show...

It grinds the gears against the bones
Chaos thrives, it's all we know
Crack the whip or haul the load
Chaos thrives, It's all we know

It wasn't long ago that we found the Shangri La
in the midst of the insanity and chaos of it all
once your mind's awake, its hard to fall asleep
if you speak up any louder, you're bound to wake the beast!
Once upon a time we were slaves to a machine
in the land of opportunity where freedom isn't free

For those who wander off and ponder
the questions they won't answer:
The Elements will guide you,
and they will always find you

Forever burns a flame by the door of Shangri La -
for those who wander off seek fire in the dark
with purpose comes a path, we learn to conquer void
for in order to create, sometimes we must DESTROY!
in the midst of the insanity that we have grown to know
we'll take you to a place where the energy can flow...

once upon a time we were slaves to a machine
in the land of opportunity where freedom isn't free

It grinds the gears against the bones
for we're it's cogs and power source
They're making "freedom" into fiction
We've left signs and clues behind
for those in search of something more
and if you find these hidden doors
then you'll find shelter in our haven,
with minds alike yet uniquely created
to manifest these vibrations
as man murders Mother Earth
we're the only ones we hurt
For we are the machine we curse but
Here's the good news, she'll forgive you
For she knows that she'll out live you
in another time and place
for we are the machine we curse
Track Name: Where The Veil Between Worlds Is Thin
We're getting closer, the air feels dense here
We'll find the truth we're seeking
in a place where The Veil between worlds is thin
Take my hand while I sing
in a place where The Veil between worlds is thin

Breathe in deeply, embrace your being
To see true beauty, start within you
then you'll find where The Veil between worlds is thin
Take my hand while I sing
in a place where The Veil Between worlds is thin
Track Name: The Gypsy, Pt. I
May 7th, 1692

Dear Diary,

Today when I was shopping with Mum, two guards walked a man in chains into the middle of town square... Everyone stopped to watch - I'd never heard the village so quiet before. Mum told me the man was a traitor to the Kingdom. A masked man in black walked him on to the stage and tied a rope around his neck... Mum told me it's called a noose. A guard asked the man if he had any last words. The man shouted that the war was not over, that there would be another uprising and one day things would change. He said that wisdom had been left behind for those wise enough to seek it. a drumroll began and they blindfolded the man... then the wooden planks fell from beneath him. Most of the villagers clapped and cheered... but I didn't.

On the walk home, I asked Mum what an "uprising" was. She told me not to worry my head with such things. She told me the man was a gypsy - and now that he was gone, the war would stop. The soldiers wouldn't come to town looking for him anymore and things would go back to normal. She told me I would understand when I was older, and not to let what just happened linger on my mind. She told me the gypsy knew the consequences of his actions and still chose to take that path, and that I was not to speak of it anymore. I wanted so badly to ask more questions but I knew she wouldn't answer them...

Why would he take a path knowing it would lead to death? What could he have done to earn such a fate? ...and why was everyone cheering?
Track Name: The Gypsy, Pt. II
Lost in the Sahara
In a hundred years, they'll find me
Stripped of all my power
The Shamen told me one day I'd lead
All of you to safety...
All that I am asking, should I fall
You all keep fighting

The orders of the royal throne condemned this man and took his home
He scribbled down a little poem in hopes one day the seed would grow
Into a revolution - they'd chant his rhythmic words
And generations later, his voice would still be heard
That farmers would unite and raise their pitchforks high
They'd rally up the peasants and they'd liberate their minds
We're tired and we're hungry, we live in constant fright
Our leaders have been lying so we battle on this night

Iron chains contain me
Though I'm bruised, they will not break me
Gallows Hill awaits me
A crowd will gather as they hang me
Don't you dare look away...
All that I am asking is you watch what YOU created

A generations come and gone, another crook's upon the throne
The words that lingered carried on and spawned the natives of our home
To follow in his footsteps and read the splintered signs
To channel pain and anger into something more divine
To reunite our culture and eliminate the hatred
To cure the spreading sickness of their nihilistic nature
We're sick of being hungry and we're sick of being poor
We're tired of the tyrants, and everything they stand for