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Aqua splicing dream-shift
Bubbling muck surrounds
No human allowed here
On a trip from who knows where
I don't have memories to care
On a trip to who knows where
I feel an audience that isn't really there
It's an illusion?
No tricks are played here
Just dreams and fears
In the inner, between planets
Just passing through
Sophisticated
In the inner, between magic
Just twiddling through
So Disconnected
On a trip to who knows where
I don't have a reason to care
On the flip, what happened back there?
I heard a demigod fucked up somewhere
Aah!
Who are these beings?
Can't seem to get a bearing
Somehow floating, somehow drowning
Entering phase none
Your new path begins
There is no One
I'm on a trip, sir
I'm on a trick stir
I'm on a trip, sir
I'm on a trick stir
That was something else
I can't believe it
What was real before?
Was it all a hoax?
Bits of here and there
Flooding pixels
My flesh is too far now
Becoming
Longing
Unsheathed the sword of immortality
Double-edged, howling for a reality
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Chained Castle
03:46
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Transference
Absolute
Disquiet
Ephemerate
Blasted from other realms
Cast out from human self
Extraction of an unknown spell
Digital rings a bell
But what is memory in hell?
Unfurling cloth and orb
Purple fabric? Perfect storm!
Rappel
Down
Where?
Who am I now?
I don this purple cloak
Where should I go now?
I've already seen the moat
This chained castle
In this chained castle
Meteorites falling down
Who am I now?
Parallel with flesh and 8-bit
Shiny dream, yet blurry and violet
Where'd this place come from?
Your eyelids peeled and sore
From holo horrors
Hearing strings, angelic beings?
Now I have wings, what is happening?
Hey, rappel
Hey, down
Hey, where?
Where am I now?
I've thrown this purple cloak
Where do I go now?
I've seen this blue orb stuck
This chained castle
In this chained castle
Meteorites falling down
Who am I now?
Who am I now?
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Dust Merchant
05:29
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I'm crossing through
My prismatic bridge
I'm crossing through
My prismatic bridge
Flying now
Learning how
Scrying now
No pulse left
No more life
Dusted off all my lies
Moving on
No flesh now
No place else like this
No pain
In the distance
I see an island peeking through
This bright light, almost blinding
A veil of summer, shrouding a stand
Got blurry vision
Yet I'm following through
This bumpy flight, terrifying
A veil of bummer, a glittery man?
I followed you
Your dust merchant tricks
Flying now
I've learned how
Scrying now
No pulse left
Wiped clean
Dusted off
All mistakes
Except one..
Phasing out
Phasing in
Which is it?
Your ego trembling
Something cryptic
A pointing finger, perhaps a clue
The same light, now approaching
A veil asunder, a merchant stand
Still blurry vision
But now I see you, too
Landing in sight, crystallizing
Gems of souls, an offering man?
Wings falter
Control a dream
Plugged in forever
Why reveal?
Cartridge
Wiped
Cartridge
Forever unsaved
No flesh now
No place else like this
No pain
Phasing out
Phasing in
Which is it?
Your ego trembling
No blurry vision
His offer's too good to be true
Too many lives, a digital game thing?
Fail to surrender, not into your plan
Cartridge
Wiped
Cartridge
Forever unsaved
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Dream Moat
03:06
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Oh, so now I'm here
I gaze at a garden
Nothing is quite clear
As I dodged that merchant
I'm surrounded by water now
Confounding yet so familiar
So familiar
So familiar
"Welcome, curator"
A soft voice emerges
Out of the woods nearby
I..see bright glittery lights
Enrobed in purple
Just the same as I was
Red and wavy hair
Her steps calmly patter
One doleful hand ajar
A pouch with the glow of a star
"Welcome, curator"
A soft voice reiterates
"I've come to teach you, Sly."
She chuckled, I buckled
But who am I?
I don't remember
"I'll show you. You're me."
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Uncast
03:38
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Now you know
Who you are
You may call
This your home
So far away
Yet so close
No earthly desire
Just repose
Look around you
All is yours
To curate
And observe
Glowing spell
I was the one
Who brought you
Here
Flicker!
Oh, solemnity
Guide your hand
Take this pouch I've filled
With oracular sand
You'll take my place
You'll assume this face
Your spirit glowing
Replete with grace
Oh, but where will you go?
Won't you stay with me?
You'll see
Now become
I uncast myself
Into the next dream
You're the curator now
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Ipinta
06:30
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In my hands now
Before me a canvas
Wide as I can see
I could not have foreseen
As the curator
I must explore
Discover beauty
Beyond life and death
Still unanswered questions
Remain like still water
She vanished into vapor
In time I'll know
I take flight
Soak in violet rays
Bathe in sky waterfalls
A brushstroke, realized fantasy
As an observer
There's a lack of whimsy
As beautiful as it is
There lies a melancholy
Toads! Sprites!
I'll paint with this hand
Rabbits! Mice!
Summonings from a pouch of sand
Toads! Sprites!
Rabbits! Mice!
Spice of life
In this dream
Spice of life
In this dream
Never ending
Only creating
Colors flowing, disperse
As nebulous as thought
And feeling in bursts
Like lightning striking
Conjuration's a jolt
As I frolic sky and land
In my hands now
Before me a canvas
Wide as I can see
To be filled with the most beautiful summonings
The most beautiful dream!
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Gonemage Dallas, Texas
Gonemage represents a nostalgic dream realm of its sole proprietor, Galimgim, who is a phantom ego plucked and splintered
from their corporeal and pixelated form from Cara Neir.
(galimgim is Tagalog: sorrow; homesickness; recall with nostalgia)
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Gonemage recommends:
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One-man skramz/post-hardcore domination. Very well put together and intricate.
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The overt & older sibling to Mystical Extraction which Gonemage is an alternate reality of. Pixel platformer chiptuneish black metal/punk/post-hardcore.
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Stasis Cocoon
by Sallow Moth
My other lore-heavy solo project. Sci-fi/cosmic horror concept death metal. RIYL: Edge of Sanity, Dismember, Carcass, Hypocrisy.
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by Old Nick
supported by 35 fans who also own “Mystical Extraction”
This is an absolutely wild ride from start to finish, and one of the most unique black metal records I've ever heard. I feel like I'm booting up my old PC to play Discworld 2, Legend of Kyrandia, or Monkey Island. It's grim, yet uplifting; claustrophobic, yet the most fun I've ever had listening to black metal.
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Memory Bed – EP
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