Thin Glass Islands on a Clouded Sea
from Moral Calculus by Make-Believe Machines
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A brief sea excursion in which two men attempt to find solid land to build a house upon, but sadly cannot. (Multi-layered vocals, upright bass, viola, bass, and a darkly chorded piano part in unusual time signatures are featured.)
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We stowed our hopes into the brightest of dream clouds
And locked them inside our fathers' wooden ships, cloaked in old shrouds
We struck out across dark waves, straining to make precise of the vague, ancient orders
Searchlights cut the deep
Distract, blindingly
We stare or we sail on
The truth shifts through cracks upon a twisting landscape
While the clock sprouts legs and darts away
Twenty years at sea, and at times it seems we've found it
Penned down and circled on our ragged parchment
Through trial and revision...
Well, we can discern some of the dangerous waters,
but the safe realm seems to elude us
We tried to find firm land but the map was too blurred by red ink
We freeze up or we sail on
It seems the land's thin glass / It seems the trees drink glass
We slip on crack-filled planks
Our minds all draw us blanks
We tried to find the truth, but our ship was too weighed and sinks
And locked them inside our fathers' wooden ships, cloaked in old shrouds
We struck out across dark waves, straining to make precise of the vague, ancient orders
Searchlights cut the deep
Distract, blindingly
We stare or we sail on
The truth shifts through cracks upon a twisting landscape
While the clock sprouts legs and darts away
Twenty years at sea, and at times it seems we've found it
Penned down and circled on our ragged parchment
Through trial and revision...
Well, we can discern some of the dangerous waters,
but the safe realm seems to elude us
We tried to find firm land but the map was too blurred by red ink
We freeze up or we sail on
It seems the land's thin glass / It seems the trees drink glass
We slip on crack-filled planks
Our minds all draw us blanks
We tried to find the truth, but our ship was too weighed and sinks
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from Moral Calculus,
track released September 2, 2008
Composed and performed by Rob Ogden and Justin Norman
Composed and performed by Rob Ogden and Justin Norman
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Make-Believe Machines Des Moines, Iowa
Neo-classical and soundtrack music composed by Justin Norman, performed with Anna Kucera, Elaina Steenson, Patrick Riley, and Scott Yoshimura.
Artist photo by Nick Ford.
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