Planted on Earth to Bloom in Heaven

by Arab Spring

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"They linger in a perpetual dreamstate, a nightmare from which they can not awake. Inside the spectral light is salvation, a window to the next plain. They must pass through this membrane where friends are waiting to guide them to new destinies."

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released January 1, 2015

All sounds by Mac McCormick.

Written, recorded and mixed January 2013-November 2014.

Thanks to Chad Beattie for lending his bass guitar for this recording.

Album art by Isabella Pittman.

Special thanks to Zack Kircher.

In memory of Scott Hammer, Joe Nguyen, Katie Bailey and Dominic Wagner.

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Arab Spring Baltimore, Maryland

Mac McCormick's drum machine/sequencer based solo project.

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Track Name: Elusive
When I woke up today my spirit spoke backwards
When I went to bed the mirror remained
When you snapped back I saw Coldspring reflections
Caught in proto-speech neurons, caught in minivan rain
All the skies there seemed gray as the pavement
And I can’t seem to remember it ever brightened
I remember your houses, I remember both of them
My spirit spoke backwards, the mirror remained

Now I can see you
And now you’re gone again
More ghostly than a ghost

We’re sailing on oceans of layered time
We’re making space bend, we’re cutting out rhymes
This is the story of a still generation
This is a lesson culled from years of excess
A reckoning now for the sins of our nation
Here is the meaning, we are the ones left
Planted on Earth to Bloom in Heaven
Planted on Earth to Bloom in Heaven

Now I can see you
And now you’re gone again
More ghostly than a ghost
Track Name: Batavia
I remember everything
Every moment and every place
I recall the light and shade
The rain and fog and the clearing away
It’s too real and it’s too caustic
And I want to forget, I want it to fade
Like you have already, like you’ve always been
How you come out alright and then you say . . .

Take me, take me down to Batavia
Where they’re taping up the tits on their Blind Faith records
Sins become lessons in the back of the megachurch
Become who you are become who you once were

I wish that you could feel
For everyone’s safety and your own sake
I wish you had no excuse
That you could conquer your own pain
These are bridges burned and friendships ended
And I’m culpable too, I am no saint
But I've freed myself from that which is toxic
And there’s nothing left for you to say but . . .

Take me, take me down to Batavia
Where they’re taping up the tits on their Blind Faith records
Sins become lessons in the back of the megachurch
Become who you are become who you once were

When you act like you feel everything
When you act like you feel nothing
When you act like you feel everything
When you act like you feel nothing
When you act like you feel everything
When you act like you feel nothing
When you act like you feel everything
And you won't even get this reference

Take me, take me down to Batavia
Where they’re taping up the tits on their Blind Faith records
Sins become lessons in the back of the megachurch
Become who you are become who you once were [
Track Name: Empty Orchestra
What is the source of the sound that your hearing?
There are no drums and yet we hear drums
What is recording and what is performance?
What is programming and how does it fit in?
Is there a gain you made in coming out tonight?
Or could you have just stayed home and just spun the record?
Half of its mechanical, have of its rote
There are no drums and yet we hear drums

Silencio!
No hay banda!
There is no band and yet we hear a band
Silencio!
No hay banda!
No hay orchestra, no hay orchestra!

This is a performance that’s less than a hobby
Mine is more than a hobby, not quite a career
But this isn’t ideal, there is so much extra
So little guitar in playing guitar
So get on board and get linked in
And practice and practice and give it a spin
And press the flesh and hold the right hands
Dress to the nines, and take the right stands

Silencio!
No hay banda!
There is no band and yet we hear a band
Silencio!
No hay banda!
No hay orchestra, no hay orchestra!
Track Name: Liminal State
We are not downtown, we are in White Marsh
We prefer the processed and not the organic
We’re not in Hampden, we’re up in Towson
We’re low risk with medium profit
We’re almost right but we’re still in the wrong
Cliché-ridden lyrics and phoned-in songs
Our pain is real but our expression is fake
Generations of dubs, a remake of a remake
A group of kids who couldn't stick the landing
Suburban youth and synergized marketing
Another line with too many hooks
A demographic living by the book

I’m not here and I’m not there
My heart is not in Ohio
These are the undead, they are in limbo
These are the kids with no place to go

It’s youth culture limbo, it’s subcultural Sheol
It’s punk purgatory, it’s middle of the road
This is the sound of angry young America
This is the beat of steroid sensitivity
And the screams are as canned as the guitars are compressed
Tortured emotion and suicide stressed
So here I am alive at last,
A marooned youth movement divorced from its past

I'm not here and I'm not there
My heart is not in Ohio
These are the undead, they are in limbo
These are the kids with no place to go

A group of kids who couldn't stick the landing
Suburban youth and synergized marketing
Another line with too many hooks
A demographic living by the book

I'm not here and I'm not there
My heart is not in Ohio
These are the undead, they are in limbo
These are the kids with no place to go
Track Name: 19th
Yeah, but who put the K in Archie comics incarnate?
A graveyard visit with every emissions test
They sleep from soft drugs in dope hoses
We take the road in rain

Let’s go for a ride in light and thunder
Under threatening skies and drenching rain
Let’s discuss this past week’s violence
The shattered peace and the struggling sane
I’ll fill you in on every last detail
The chaos and nonsense, the confusion and pain
This is a theme, an undercurrent
A shift in thinking, a marker of change

Yeah, but who put the K in Archie comics incarnate?
A graveyard visit with every emissions test
They sleep from soft drugs in dope hoses
We take the road in rain

We get texts when we slam in mosh pits
We get updates in future tense
We live in the world of the best show on television
It’s so bizarre it starts to make sense
This was a beginning that begat an ending
This was clear for a moment and started to fade
Then came the distance, a slow disappearance
From signal to static, a drifting away
Track Name: Neighborly
HEY! I’ve seen your comings and goings
Your friends and your care and your beau of the moment
HEY! I’ve seen you at your lowest
Tried to help out but I’m not the closest
HEY! So I’m the height of uncool?
Not up to the standards of the shallow and cruel?
HEY! Am I getting through?
Or are you shutting me out because it’s all too true?

Is this really the way it should be?
I ignore you and you ignore me?
I've lived on this street for years
And I’ve never felt the slightest sense of community
Can you stay and talk for a while?
Or is the best you can manage and insincere smile?
You’re only yards away
But it feels like thousands and thousands of miles

Grow up, grow apart and gone away
A lifetime erodes bit by bit each day
Changing of places and collapsing contact
Pleasantries mandated by a social contract
Would we talk at all but for calm and convenience?
To what if anything do we have allegiance?
And we’re both well aware the subtext is ice
It’ll never be different, we’ll never think twice

Is this really the way it should be?
I ignore you and you ignore me?
I've lived on this street for years
And I’ve never felt the slightest sense of community
Can you stay and talk for a while?
Or is the best you can manage and insincere smile?
You’re only yards away
But it feels like thousands and thousands of miles
Track Name: Ellen Page
Taking the time to hone the process
Making a way to see it through
Appearing wrong, the head and features
Coming on weak when times get hard
Furrowing brows for quirk expression
Wearing a costume, a bulbous suit
Normal function, a process freakish
Normal function, development hell

From the afterbirth comes a screen persona
From the child, a softened skull
Fingernails on fetal creatures
Fingernails scrape uterine walls
Fingernails scrape uterine walls
Fingernails scrape uterine walls

Nine long months to shoot and edit
Nine long months to play pretend
Nine long months, for cell divisions
Nine long months, mutate, defect
Birthed from loins, a bawling creature
Birthed from loins or Cesarean scarred?
A compromised abomination
A vision trampled, a shattered dream

From the afterbirth comes a screen persona
From the child, a softened skull
Fingernails on fetal creatures
Fingernails scrape uterine walls
Fingernails scrape uterine walls
Fingernails scrape uterine walls

From the afterbirth comes a screen persona
From the child, a softened skull
Fingernails on fetal creatures
Fingernails scrape uterine walls
Fingernails scrape uterine walls
Fingernails scrape uterine walls
Track Name: Rachel Thevenard
Thirty five millimeters trapped in filmstrip amber
I have only seen you in a video painting
Yet I thought I saw you rendered real
With hair and skin and bone and blood
Standing in the gallery, and we were both observers

Long live the new flesh
Yours is the new flesh
Long live the new flesh
Yours is the new flesh

There's a certain irony with you among the paintings
Thinking feeling as you're looking filling in the gestalt spaces
The Isle of La Grande Jatte and the aura of yourself colliding
I have only seen you when you're trapped inside a narrative
Pretending to be someone else in hues of red and green and blue
Pretending to be someone else in hues of red and green and blue

Long live the new flesh
Yours is the new flesh
Long live the new flesh
Yours is the new flesh

Your name's not yours, your name is your character's
Disappear now more fully into fiction
Let the camera eye take you
Transform and translate you
Broadcast you out as pure information

Get back inside the television
Get back inside the television

Get back in the television, get the clap on television
Long live the new flesh, yours is the new flesh
Get back in the television, get the clap on television
Long live the new flesh, yours is the new flesh

It's only television
That's entertainment