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Dave noise mechanic, flirting with disaster, and musical madness.
Eugene aka Q:  lots of stuff and random nothingness. 
Jamie translations, salutations, and machinations.
So what's this Conspire EP all about then...
Hidden agendas, longing for a sincere answer, secret concerns, and questioning your own belief system for another.  These are just a few things Conspire? touches on. The first track, Conspire, takes us to two people talking.  Each one believing something different about what is being communicated to the point of actually being opposite each other in viewpoint.  Which one is correct?  Only God knows, and the repercussions of this conversation are realized in Exile and Talk to Me.

Mesmerize Me looks at another conversation, this time between two people who barely know each other.  One is talking, the other is not (verbally at least).  The extended remix begs the question, will this go on all night long?

Chapter 3 deals with an attraction between two people, and in a not so typical format ends with a question.  Epilogue deals with the answer to that question, or at least the outcome from the answer.  For religious reasons, the relationship didn't work out, and in a world where we are all supposed to be so accepting of one another's differences, we see that just isn't the reality we all live in.

 


Background...

While Dave Fahy and I were working on Balance on the Fold and Blood of the Dragon, we did a little experimentation with some differing music styles.  We both liked bands like Motorhead, Joy Division,  and a bunch of late 70's stuff.   But, we were also into bands like ELO, Depeche Mode, and Clan of Xymox so we had some fun trying to blend the two styles within the same song structure.  Some of the ideas we came up ended up being incorporated into the other projects so the insight is pretty cool (at least if you are me).   These recordings were originally call the Mutant Sea Bass sessions, but now its just Mutant.  Originally, the Mutant project was going to be a full length CD, and was recorded as such, but it has been decided that it will now be divided into three long EPs. Why? There were a lot of ideas we wanted to flesh out that wouldn't fall within the confines of single versions for each song. The first EP, Conspire? reflects this change in direction  

Dave had a really driving bass that the six string, vocals, and synths follow.  He was totally in the zone and I just tried to keep up.  Also on board as a session drummer during our rehearsals was R.U.S.S.  He was also in the midst of his recording deal with a European label so he wasn't available as much as we would have liked. He did give us some great lyrics for Locomotive though.  

After a while I went back and explored the songs because I was ready to release them, but wanted to fine tune a couple things.  One thing led to another and Jamie Vitro (of Danz Poeta) came onboard to help out.  Some more time passed and we now have a full length release but I still think of it as an EP.


The words plus other stuff you just have to read...
 
Conspire
 
    you think I conspired to achieve all my desires
    talk to me now, don't hang up, there something we've got to work out
    don't call me the agitator I tired to be the peace keeper (your savior)
    see me now in a different light?
 
    circling smoke covers the pathway
    a bottomless pit lies close behind
    as we walk toward it
    I realize your no friend of mine
    you've acted with a side hidden from others
    man!  you were just like a brother
    when push comes to shove you ran away
    and left me to deal with what remained
 
    night is day as my day become night
    this technologic screws with my good side
    we hold water like a broken cup
    and my patience is all spilled out
    bits of code crashed in a hexed out daze
    no way to backup as the memory fades
    all the plans and time we shared
    are just a barren wasteland somewhere out there
 
    its easy to say shut up and get out
    easier to leave closed doors behind
    its harder to just stay and fight
    in the end we were both right
 

Mesmerize Me

you mesmerize me and satisfy me
come stay with me and never leave me
you heed me as you feed me
when you bind and blind and bleed me
 
don't stare at me with open eyes
tell me I'm doing something right... tonight
 
hesitation's indiscretion
contemplation's insurrection
information's misdirection
introspection's desecration
 
I've lost not and want not
forget all I've been taught
tripped up and swat down
in the silence... is that love's sound?
 
Chapter 3
like a drug your course through me
addiction pumping through my veins
I'm tickled with anticipation
nothing will ever be the same
 
I want to feel you move
see your mind as it begins to flame
so bad I want to have you near me
feel your breath as you say my name
 
so what should I think, I know I hardly know you
about what's important and how we're the same
and I'm left wondering just what you think
does this desire flow both ways?
 
I want to see you move
see your mind as its throttled with the pain
so bad I want to feel you near me
feel your breath as we burn in flames
 
explain to me why it is I miss you
while I spend some time in your arms
my senses heightened, I feel enlightened
will you keep my heart from harm?
 
 
The Mutant Archive

 Previous versions, lyrics, and commentaries. 

Click on the song title for an audio miss of very close bliss.

The lyrics for the songs (for the next two releases) are below.  Go there to translate the gibberish.

Earlier versions.  Download if your are super crazy bored.

Voyeur we all like to stare don't we?  written as a birthday gift for a friend, Tony.
Control putting up with something for just so long, then putting it where the sun don't shine.
Bitter is it easier to say "shut up and get out," to close the door and leave friends behind? 
Locomotive when your relationship is tied to the train tracks and she's driving the train.
Mesmerize Me boy meets girl and then... blah blah blah.
Conspire is anyone's point of view correct anymore?
Chapter 3 conflicted emotions when Christian ideals meet  the physical world 
Reflection don't you just hate seeing some qualities in others only to find your looking at a piece of yourself
 
Voyeur
 
You say I'm a voyeur but isn't everyone?
staring at you like the sun
this lusting for strangers; will it ever stop? 
why do they seem so far?
 
I cant stop this looking or incessant staring
when will I stop this line of reasoning?
don't have the courage and lack the nerve
nor the willpower to look away from her (to say hello to her)
 
seems to me, I'm not one you'd notice
your eyes wander around my space
buy I'm hypnotized by you dancing there
transfixed to your sacred place
 
aren't we all voyeurs the whole world over?
staring down the ones we want
from our car or an internet bazaar
we're all looking for that spark
 
Control
 
she called me earlier today,
to say she missed me in every way
I said, I miss you too, 
but can't you see that we're through
good and bad, I'd weigh it out...
but my scales broke from our last bought
hearing now you want me back
comes off more like a full attack
 
attack
    you're the knife drawn to my back
attack
    you're the bomb nestled in my lap
 
take these feelings you control
and bury them in a deep dark hole
you consume my day and night
don't tell me you'll help me survive these times
so many things I'm attracted to
all those things that make up you
but your the bomb ticking off in my lap
your affection is an attack
 
all the times I wanted to say
I just wish you could stay
listen to me before I go insane
because you're a plague that's on my brain
 
Bitter
 
what are you trying to hide?
its something you keep so far inside
am I to blame that you hold the pain?
what is it you could hope to gain?
death is final but our love was not
I came to tell you but I forgot
does it hurt, or make me bad?
you can relate, I've seen your dad
 
fly through the clouds in your head
embrace the dreams in your bed
control yourself until the end... and start again
 
what is it I'm trying to hide
that I keep so far inside
am I afraid to be smothered
and then rejected by my mother
is this sane or am I deranged?
am I normal naked on this stage?
feeling anxious for defeat
knowing life can't be beat
 
I'll fly through the voice in my head
and fight the disease in my bed
open my mouth and taste the rain... and start again
 
sometimes life is really rough
and your best is not enough
don't waste your time on other's dreams
they are never what they appear to be
a summer sweat is a dripping pain
as the sun scorches what a dead man could bring
a ruined city in the name of god
all that's bitter embraces us all
 
fly through the void in your head
embrace the dreams that rest in your bed
open your mouth and taste the rain
swallow your failure and start again
 
Locomotive
 
before my choice is made a 1000 feelings merge
despite my failures somehow I'll survive 
on this day judgment won't deliver me to the abyss that lies below
to find you waiting there for me
 
I feel fear as your eyes explain
you no longer hold in me that special gaze
I tried so hard as you sacrificed... nothing
with the speed of a bullet train I barrel to my death each day
 
darkness on one side as light fades through the other
there's a thin line that I walk, I can never fall to either
as you live life you just fly by, but my feet must provide
a locomotive passes by each day, reminds me of the games we played
 
what happened in my that made your despise me
I thought I was nothing less than perfection
now I bear the blame, my soul the cost for you
I'd ask for forgiveness but your faith answers
 
 
Reflection
 
looking in your eyes turmoil shows
they're a mirror I see trough my disguise
an image stares back at me, your ghost is lashing
does this haunt you, I find it so tempting
 
falling down I kiss the ground
that you walk on in your idle depression
if I could be, I'd be there now
crawling through your cold recession
 
will you know within your lifeline
or will you grovel and ask of the blind?
viewing everything I still don't see
what's in front of my eyes
 
you're vision never got better
living life in 5 dimensions
and frost never killed the plague
or washed out your intentions
drugs, money, and sex are power
but they're not enough, I told you so
 
 
 

 

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