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Planted on Earth to Bloom in Heaven

by Arab Spring

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1.
Elusive 01:53
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
2.
Batavia 03:08
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 [
3.
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!
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5.
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
6.
Shadowscape 01:27
7.
19th 02:21
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
8.
Neighborly 01:52
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
9.
Ellen Page 02:08
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
10.
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

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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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