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New Eyes

by Technicolor Lenses

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Birds whistling among trees whispering, wondering why the world is whimpering In thickening forests I feel the wind singing, the Earth’s core is steadily ringing Breaks screeching, priests are preaching, television speaking false teaching Leaping and reaching beyond deceiving, believing while the sun is beaming Down upon icebergs screaming, leaves crunched under animals moving Flowing rivers ripple sounds soothing, flowers rising out firm rooting Crowds rooting, horns tooting, revolutions concluding in gun-shooting Rumbling underground tumbling down, sound communicating all around Mountains mumbling, skies are thundering, fluttering butterflies are fluttering A quaking Earth plummeting, a shaken burst uttering… Space is timeless; time is spaceless, patience, patience… In the crowd I see you hiding, spinning, jumping running, gliding Diving, bursting, then submersing, versing as you’re cosmic surfing Blessing, resting, digesting, investing, progressing Unraveling through existence, observing yourself as a witness Speaking, seeking and thinking, in the instance floating sinking Free your hard, heart, hurting, subversing and sick of working Earth overturns in its elements, a fire burns your embellishment Contemplate like Heraclitus, Socrates these righteous vices Back to a knowledge of our ancient, each soul sitting patient Back to the source of creation, back to what you have mistaken In a karmic garden flowers blossom, awesome sacred fallen cosm Tossed and splattered passive matter, causes acting, moving faster Grinning upwards constellations, all around us correlations In a maze of shining starts, showing us all who we are Cohesion without reason bleeding through a season of treason You fell asleep to take your nap, so far from home you must come back
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Standing at the face of mountains Lifting us up X2 But God is sleeping Immersed in verses over surfaces and purposes seeking circuses observing under rug occurrences Superfluous influences my mind encourages endurances like furnaces the feeling flourishes Reality is what the permanent verdict is Innocence and negligence repetitive impediments Chasing the apocalypse until we get ahead of it History incredibly repeated and edited Beheaded and indebted the sacred is the feminine Reveling in the belly of rebellion remembering -Referencing hieroglyphic messaging tectonic plate shifting severing The faster the higher the slower the lower Blowing smoke slower flowing on a four leaf clover Over a shoulder a new beginning spinning closer Like a vulture over children of a dead consumer culture God sleeps on the floor and the shores spores penetrate cores of perceptions doors Forces forge together gemini and taurus Universe forces driven and given for us Climbing trees overlooking corporate forestry In my mind is me, or is it really me Planets intermingle into relativity Connecting the spirit to select frequency Rhythm of the seasons moving in crescendo X2 Chance is a marvelous adventure of attention sparking ant colony consciousness into vegetation havens Trees turning to toilet paper as we renounce into the ether and the vapor X2 Communal Human Harmony electron economy x2
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I'm Gone 04:17
I’m Gone New Eyes Technicolor Lenses 12/28/10 I look to the inside of me to try to find a finer me, I seek to rhyme to frolic from a false fallen dynasty Found in foundational gradations I breathe breath of ceaseless concentration Observation of perfection is the operation, appalling equations , intuitive interpretations I seek to say goodbye to reach for places high, rectify conditions of constructions that I testify… Battling fickle forces, fire igniting torches, burning surfaces with elemental sources Traveling from my origins of endorphins, gathering up Earth’s foundations and I’m gone… And I am gone, to the moon, yeah I’m gone baby, to the moon Eruption, erosion into an ocean of pure potion, deep-sea devotion in hysterical commotion Boosting and unraveling, scaffolding, hammering into the hinges of a phenomenon, a happening Gradually graduating, habituating, my word fully embracing Technicolor prisms emanating Energy like amethyst crystal channeling and from the summit of my foundation I fly from firm standing Contemplating within paradoxical paradigms, intertwined entanglement of our minds Habits getting hostile as fast as possible, crossing paths of multi-optical obstacles Stretching into the aim of attaining what’s possible, breathing in articles of these particles Steadily settling like the sun setting, repetition dwelling and your mind is forgetting Remembering the plurality of reality, relativism returning to duality Sparring with luck at the footsteps of destiny, beautiful habits are feeding this energy Sorting out your sorcery in your secrecy, delving into your topsoil ceaselessly Skies respirating life spontaneously, influencing us brainlessly sustainably Moments are lotus pedals coming into blossom then falling to luminous ground decomposing Moments are mortal portals of transportation Moments are orbs, fortified, fluctuating with life, designated Passing through to new fruitions
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New Eyes 05:54
Why do we go blaming someone else When we can't justify ourselves? An old soul walked crooked in the eleventh hour/ Through elaborate darkness shocked by luminous street lights On groundless cement tied to city scapes/Containing opitomies of epiphanies and hollow souls weeping away into subtle decay He dreamed as he walked in many shades of future days/ His imagination swirling and returning back to suppression suffocating in reality He looked down to see a pigeon with lost wings as tears rained from the topsides of the skies He moved past to see the nations flag ablaze falling from a rooftop upon a wanderer collecting broken glass bottles Looking onward to story of glory morphed scorched torching to pure thought forcing himself into his own core He walked with closed eyelids forging perfected pictures performing magic swarming to higher energy centers, inspired to connect to every body's heart pulsing Looked up and saw a woman falling from a high height free of fright he flew forth to free her fall finding his arms holding her beautiful black hair wide eyes for tears to cry onto her painless body She leaped up and disappeared into a hidden realm as he hurled cold cries that echoed through empty buildings shattering windows He jumped running through the heart of a thoughtless city seeing all hues all colors spectrums moving all around him Lights turned to rainbow reflection shining on the glimmering darkness of the streets He bumped into a man who hopped frantic with a cardboard slab that read "Love Is Now" not stopping or dropping or rolling minutes unfolding by inventions of time cringing upon tower clocks ticking clicking tocks to 12 a.m. a day crackling away He breathed in exhausting bundles of air chasing vehicles of transfigured transport, taxi cabs puttered and drivers muttered utterances directed by perpetual steering He moved through crowds of people speaking galactic languages void of meaning, voices repeating He felt like a triangle in a sphere of circles positives negatives neutrals even within the dirt of his cuticles retained in particles and particular molecules even in hair follicles, a stranger bumped into him and abominably spoke words inaudible, threw a glass bottle breaking to fractals and fragments of disarray And I could have sworn I heard him say... It's almost impossible to leave the past behind Without your new blue eyes
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All hold the power in the very last hour as the inner and the outer crashes down into a shower So play the part or play the part you want to play On this track way pray through the words that we say Pushing verbal villainy like Bob Dylan So who are they thrilling with the innocent they're killing Are they lost like me? Without an answer to humanity Stand with me in an escape of the fantasy Waiting for the moment that I can feel my bravery Everything's a heavy thing but it's not over taking me So understand it like the palm of your hand As we're running through the sand of a chosen mans' land...
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Hokus Focus 03:51
I must feel as lost as everyone else, returning to the pages of the books on a shelf In a flawlessly lawless peaceful people zoo, implacable untraceable eyes seeing you Impregnated impressions feeding this fear, fed and led by figure heads into all ears Insoluble instigation splitting the atoms which we journey to fathom in our own minds chasms Crevices craters creators of saviors, afraid of our neighbors because our own behaviors No one left to blame for what there is no name for, walking through a locked door to concoct more While the moon ties the tide to every shore, crashing against every cliff Uplift like the hit of a spliff, the stars stable while the clouds drift Sifting through the sands in a land of what if, what if, what if, what if… Everything is everything you never thought it was, was, was, was… Praying mantises observe lost advancement, buried like avalanches over Atlantis Babbling on what’s happening with a grappling hook attached to a shameless society back to the inside of me A child with new eyes out of caves climbing free, swimming in the road when the sea is she Perversion of what’s pure allured by fear immersed in foreign elements that travel quite near Brainlessly shameless, painlessly inflicted, consciousness lives in your minds’ eye vision Devising invention to rise and then lengthen, returning to origination, where we strengthen The path is as narrow as an arrow, either crystallized like the dynasty of a pharaoh Or maced and teased by symbols of hatred, disintegrated regulated freedom confiscated Everything is everything you never thought it was…
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[Move with me through the days and the times And the hearts and the minds getting lost in these rhymes With the beats and the rays of the sun Shining down as the end comes around] Embodiment of enchantment like shining bodies, flowing dresses dancing in advancement Amongst dark skies are seen stars from river-side benches of your urban avalanche As roaring mechanisms travel from nowhere to no where to we don't know where What and why to know it Smoking poetry smeared on street signs indicating direction As graffiti communicates universally on these old walls Built long after pharaohs and masters mastered plastic clashes of disaster unfolding rapture Covered by plaster over store front glass windows Unseen intricate business of false blissfulness New forms of congruent influence from teachers to students To prude movements within the fluids of cruelness The makers of money time faith and hope with popes hung on ropes Crusades of calls from lyrical parades Gridded masses in formation making information Potions bring an unmoved focus to grey buildings whose windows become the sun Shining in sweat weather we are closer than ever forever Pigeons’ wings fester in hazed air as strangers cry on pavement loosely hugging Earth We can somehow hold fabrications of perception Drunk on what's coming and we're sober on what's ended Causes best left undefended become apprehended As crowds gather naked to each other in these fields Opening mouths, voices shatter odes to corruption Disordering lords of rings might just make these birds sing As instruments are composing, natural communication Squirrels are hiding in trees and bees are disappearing And beer is brewing in a stomach of effort Levitating inches over bridge sides, glimpses of introspection Retrospective reflection Mercury retrograde in a flawless waltz Rhythms, Pulses engulfment’s The place where all points converge is unspoken by words Goddesses made infinite because every woman is one In compilations of postulated denial Platues of ignorance, flowers de-blossomed back to our fallen bottom of difference Learning to see spots blinded by spiritual minded refinement finding alignment in a radical climate And I'm still grabbing on the crotch of my song Substances synthesized on a wire high strung Jumping, jumping, jumping Landing to the return of silent togetherness Stories told by wisdom blinded by schematic practice Average manuscripts documenting unfolding events Simultaneous paradigms of multiple layers Major lasers frayed at the seems of our dreams Articulating slow moving destinies like traffic lights Are regulators of habit Cycles break into walls of imagination Turning walls of expression to lowly levels and tones Culture explodes like a balloon popped by the search for salvation At the same time as numbers replace names like seasons change
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Psyence 04:00

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The Technicolor Lenses trifecta is the sonic creation of Jackson T. Whalan, Sam Eckstein and Brandon Lewis... combining original hip-hop, electronic/dub-step, psychedelic rock, jam, funk, as well as spoken word that provides conscious social commentary on the current state of our existence. Our live performance has the high energy of a hip-hop or electronic set with a unique instrumental element.

New Eyes is a creation of possibility with the intention of displaying how many perspectives can draw a multiplicity of meanings on many levels and layers from the occurring phenomena of the universe... raising consciousness and generating a genuine connection

to see visual and performance experience:
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“Life is a train of moods like a string of beads; and as we pass through them they prove to be many colored lenses, which paint the world their own hue, and each shows us only what lies in its own focus.”- Ralf Waldo Emerson

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released June 21, 2011

Technicolor Lenses 2011

Album art by Michelle Mattar: www.michellemattar.com

special thanks to Sound Forecast for supporting the release of New Eyes

Acknowledgement out to each of the beautiful people, close friends, and the community surrounding us far and wide creating such a manifestation as this

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