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In The Key Of Sublimation

by The Friday Prophets

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1.
It's happening again, suddenly you're everything that I have so please don’t leave me I feel so destabilized, I'm being broken down to my most primitive state It's happening again, the head gets all cloudy and I can't find the thoughts that could set this head straight The share of self-worth just dropped like a fucking bomb, when you say no the heart sets this mind on fire Now my thoughts are wandering off far from the real world, there must be something I can do I'm asking: "Reason, where did you go?", rejection never seem to respond, please answer and set my head straight I'm doing it again, losing myself in these scenarios, looking for answers but there is no receiving end The mind it kicks itself, the sense of I has to deal with it, mind over matter but the mind is insane Now my thoughts are wandering off far from the real world, there must be something I can do I'm asking: "Reason, where did you go?", I need you know; more than ever, please answer and set my head straight Sometimes the first arrow of ache is out of our control But I'm not gonna fire the next one, I'll leave this soil And refuse to identify with these evil thoughts in my mind They're not here to stay anyway, so I'll watch as they pass by Like strangers on the streets and then they're gone Mind over matter, does it really matter When the mind starts to stray? And your reasoning gets all fucked up And insane thoughts seem sane It’s happening again, the head gets all cloudy But it ain’t that bad and I know it’ll pass
2.
Zest 02:41
With a lack of a deeper level of satisfaction We snort a line of quick fix pleasure A brief zest that comes and goes (yeah) like a nighttime partner And by sunrise we will feel hollow again One can find joy there (but it can not last long) But I just wanted to feel (feel alive again) The novel thing (will bring you fire for the night) But not much warmth for your life Hedonically high, eudaimonically low, a recipe for misfortune; For chasing novelty in a futile world Cause even happiness can seem useless, if there’s is no meaning Cultivate it you got an invisible wand One can find joy here (and it comes with vitality) We all want to feel (a part of something bigger) And passion brings (fire for your life) But not much warmth for the night Turn up the music - let’s play with fire And let this fire drown in your tranquil sea
3.
Don't wanna hear me retrace my steps back To the dark days of my history Don't wanna hear me dissect life’s confusing ways Joyful and simple songs are your melody But to believe in the dark is to believe in the light For it's believing in what we see but some close their eyes Cause the darkness can haunt us out of our heads to the streets But me I’ll stay with it, til’ it cease to be For tears to dry we have to let them come out I spill mine on a paper and shout them out loud No I don't write songs just to piss and moan I call them songs tuned in Sublimation A tale of closure and letting go To turn something hurtful to something bearable So with open arms, face the storm And with open arms, welcome the sun In our emotional landscapes the sun won't always shine But it is always there hiding behind the clouds When the anxiety possesses me there's no place to hide But with a pen and paper I can't write it out I tried to ignore out, all the sad parts But the censorship grew like a flower in June (For) what is happiness and how do we I feel it? When its opposite could never bloom The days of numbed sense are counted for my part I found a way out from this bleak room Embracing every mad stage this world has to offer When the curtains fall, it’s already too late I sing these songs In the Key of Sublimation It’s my way out From these ghost filled alleys lurking in the corners of my mind
4.
With You 02:36
To spend my time with you, that's what I wanna do We can stay up all night and play our favorite tunes And just forget about what we don't have to do I thought I had gone cold but then you burnt me with your love And now I wear my heart upon my sleeve Not minding the daws, they're pecking in vain I know what I want and that’s to spend my time with you Yeah I wear my heart like a tattoo Where it belongs, out in the open Yeah I know what I want and that’s to spend my time with you The finest form of ecstasy is the white nights spend with thee To spend my time with you, that's what I want to do yeah Kill some time and dance around under this quiescent night sky Share stories of our past and talk about what may come As long as I'm here with you at this very moment This love is on fire, let's burn, you know like we do When we come without expectations to go with the fearless wind
5.
These fingers found the strings again, my motion the rhythm I’m back in C# major baby, yeah yeah The music is my native language, my preferred way of expression I speak fluent rock'n'roll melody I'm like a priest because today I married rhythm with poetry And the sparks were flying They wed for love and gave birth to this song I named it native language I'm still breaking barriers and finding new reefs In a vast sea of awareness Can you feel the splash from me diving in? Your fingers found the brush again, all thanks to the creative hands That with their passionate presence pierced you through your heart These studies feels like your native language, your preferred way of expression You speak fluent evolutionary theory You’re like a priest because today you married history with artistry And the sparks were flying They wed for love and gave birth to your work Made in your native language You’re still breaking barriers and finding new reefs In a vast sea of awareness I can feel the splash from you diving in! Hey you messy art piece with cracks on the edges You’re stained by paint, a portrayal of stirred complexion Let me be, your fucking work of art And I’ll be yours to sculpture Come and wash me over with a stirring wave A wave of your beautiful colors And I’ll do my best to color your mind
6.
In the end I found no moral defence For trading selfish desires for so much suffering I felt disgust for my moral inferiority I stepped off this train of an act of fucking lunacy I wanna see a world where we're all vegan A moral truth has to override greed If we accept that in suffering we're all akin Then why should ethical reasoning stop at homo sapiens? You have the chance to spare the universe from suffering A moral privilege only a eyeless person would ignore What the fuck have we done? We’re moral infants, progress is so slow I wanna see a, I wanna see a All vegan, all vegan
7.
La La La 02:10
Eight hours a day is four hours too much Yes I was too tired to write poetry for my baby Eight hours a day is four hours too much I was too tired to write poetry for my baby Inspiration had been drained I traded it for money but it did little for me Inspiration had been drained And this is all I came up with La la la la la la Inspiration had been drained I gotta get off this all too demanding treadmill Inspiration had been drained Don’t want to write a filler for my baby Is it really worth it?
8.
There was a right way and then there was my way You used to come to the roadside only to condemn me But I refused to be merely a supporting cast In your story I would entitle “Ensure my Salvation” You had a fundamentality and I was fucking around all over the place Not looking for a perfect view of the world I was just looking for my own It wasn’t good enough, the things I held dearly and the road I chose To be accepted in the view of the world in which you live and breathe Faces can tell a lie and you can feel it in the walls of that house Where there’s a fabricated facade there you’ll certainly witness tragedy I’m not a consoling painting for you to hang on your dull wall I’m a brush of expression setting color to the world When your back was turned on me and my words couldn’t pierce your thick skull I left them there hoping one day you’ll understand them Truth is a day is too precious to let someone stain with bleach And may you learn something from the sound of me leaving To have your passions spat at is to be oppressed We can liberate ourselves and find a space in which we can create Let the critics mutter in disharmony but don’t let them break you down Up we go, far from their symphony of destruction
9.
Fear is primitive, easily agitated Let us exploit it in our shop of horrors And mindlessly portray an undue amount of suffering And we swallow it like a pill we don't need With a distorted view, grab a torch you too Let’s march to the rhythm of fear Fear for sale - feel, share, hate and blame A good story trumps reality When the media finds a gas leak, they'll light a matchstick And say: "Look we might be burning to the ground" And the shockvertisers, they work on fucking with your reasoning You're a piece in their game of emotional blackmail The media machine, is a giant fucking drama czar Vending cheap attention at the cost of distorting reality He feeds and he feeds on your misery And with a spoon of fear, you’re fed you’re putrid night snack And we don't care much for progress (We're) so absorbed by the bad (Look at how we) meditate on all the suffering (on this planet) No wonder that a millions of minds are skewed When fear is authorized to rule Give us some good news, we need it bad
10.
A sane theory applied where it doesn't belong Can be become a prescription for insanity and a dystopian culture "If genes are selfish, then so am I", a crop of failed deduction If nature is your moral guide; There is something that has to be justified It's a show, a show within a show But you think it is the show itself A belief that brings cruel consequences Like a disease vector spreading social plague You rationalize and misuse empathy Helping only yourself and those who cain aid your ends You claim “it’s human nature” and her functions But it’s more about the functions of your unfair power system It's a show, yeah a show within a show But don’t pretend like it’s the show itself You put faith in another beings misery But the obscurity of a system keeps your conscience clean (but it’s fucking dirty) There’s an appeal to nature even though she can be cruel Like a Darwinian sadomasochist you cry out: “what is natural is good” You’re just a fucking asshole, greedy and privileged And you stand for everything we hate

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released November 30, 2018

Mixing and mastering: Jesse Gander at Rain City Recorders
Artwork: Blanc / Matilda Hedman
Guest Vocals on 'Zest': Isac Henningsson

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