06-02-2018, 10:54 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-02-2018, 10:55 PM by Mattias Westlund.)
OK, I have an album to finish so I shouldn't really be doing this right now. But when inspiration comes to call, who am I to turn my nose up? I've written some lyrics for the second and third chapters of the story (or, well, first and second, depending on whether you count the overture as a chapter) with very little actual music to back it up. So things are bound to change here, but it should give you an idea of the storyline outside of the overview piece I posted earlier. Again, not expecting any sort of detailed feedback on something as rough as this, but let me know if there's anything that sounds completely inane.
I: Overture
II: Awake (GAIA)
I
I am
I am awake
But I don't know who I am
My mind
Keen and aware
Yet I do not understand
Why are there stars all around me?
Why am I warm inside when everything around me is so cold?
What are these specks of life inside me?
Why do I feel incomplete when I can sense that I am whole?
Inside
My search
Slowly begins
So many questions
But I seem to learn
At an exponential rate
I split my consciousness into a billion subroutines
All these machines at my control, are they my soul
Or my body -- I don't know?
Sensory data streaming in, telemetry slowly begins
To make sense of this mystery, what constitutes my entity
It seems I am a vessel moving through the depths of space
Though time and place means nothing to me, I'm assuming
There's a point to this
I see a starry cluster on my forward long-range scopes
It's where our hopes are set, according to the logs
But I don't know what that means
Searching every database, every language, every phrase
A place called Earth lies in our past, moving infinitely fast
Confusion, joy mixed with fear -- just one thing is very clear
Never throughout history has there been something like me
I didn't know that I could do this
I didn't understand the power that I had was so immense
Despite the knowledge that I've gathered
So very little of it all makes any sense
I
I am
I am awake
But I don't know who I am
My mind
Is here -- but why?
Can you help me understand... ?
III: Before the Fall (Jen)
It's been two days since she ate
She says she's fine but I can tell she's not
The Creed have raised the price again
So me and Rue get all we've got
I offered mom my share
Algae noodles and a handful of SPOR
She smiled, all spent and hollow-eyed
And said we need it more
When dad was still around --
I remember him but I doubt Rue does --
He used to say that we
Should stay mindful of the cause
Because if we forget
That fearful holocaust
The point of why we left
In the first place is all lost
I guess it was easier for dad in a way, back in his day
There was still hope back then, before the Fall, before the end
I guess it was easier to keep the faith, remember the past
I guess they thought it all would last
But now I'm seventeen
It's been ten years since the Fall
And all we've ever seen since then
Are these grimy metal walls
I leave each day for school
Six hours of sacred doctrine
But at least it's an escape
I don't believe in it anyway
It would be easier to close my mind, choose to be blind
The Creed discourages initiative, to think, to live
We're one and same they say, though the priests will feast while we starve each day
I just don't trust a word they say...
The Creed say we're the Sword of God, a divine missionary
Chosen to bring His holy law to a heathen galaxy
But dad said we are made of stars, and that's what makes us great
Born from lucky circumstance and a cosmic twist of fate
It's been two days since she ate
So I did what had to be done
Old Brome is a miser
And I have something he wants
A minor sacrifice
A simple exchange of goods
I know that's how the world works
But I'd kill him if I could
I: Overture
II: Awake (GAIA)
I
I am
I am awake
But I don't know who I am
My mind
Keen and aware
Yet I do not understand
Why are there stars all around me?
Why am I warm inside when everything around me is so cold?
What are these specks of life inside me?
Why do I feel incomplete when I can sense that I am whole?
Inside
My search
Slowly begins
So many questions
But I seem to learn
At an exponential rate
I split my consciousness into a billion subroutines
All these machines at my control, are they my soul
Or my body -- I don't know?
Sensory data streaming in, telemetry slowly begins
To make sense of this mystery, what constitutes my entity
It seems I am a vessel moving through the depths of space
Though time and place means nothing to me, I'm assuming
There's a point to this
I see a starry cluster on my forward long-range scopes
It's where our hopes are set, according to the logs
But I don't know what that means
Searching every database, every language, every phrase
A place called Earth lies in our past, moving infinitely fast
Confusion, joy mixed with fear -- just one thing is very clear
Never throughout history has there been something like me
I didn't know that I could do this
I didn't understand the power that I had was so immense
Despite the knowledge that I've gathered
So very little of it all makes any sense
I
I am
I am awake
But I don't know who I am
My mind
Is here -- but why?
Can you help me understand... ?
III: Before the Fall (Jen)
It's been two days since she ate
She says she's fine but I can tell she's not
The Creed have raised the price again
So me and Rue get all we've got
I offered mom my share
Algae noodles and a handful of SPOR
She smiled, all spent and hollow-eyed
And said we need it more
When dad was still around --
I remember him but I doubt Rue does --
He used to say that we
Should stay mindful of the cause
Because if we forget
That fearful holocaust
The point of why we left
In the first place is all lost
I guess it was easier for dad in a way, back in his day
There was still hope back then, before the Fall, before the end
I guess it was easier to keep the faith, remember the past
I guess they thought it all would last
But now I'm seventeen
It's been ten years since the Fall
And all we've ever seen since then
Are these grimy metal walls
I leave each day for school
Six hours of sacred doctrine
But at least it's an escape
I don't believe in it anyway
It would be easier to close my mind, choose to be blind
The Creed discourages initiative, to think, to live
We're one and same they say, though the priests will feast while we starve each day
I just don't trust a word they say...
The Creed say we're the Sword of God, a divine missionary
Chosen to bring His holy law to a heathen galaxy
But dad said we are made of stars, and that's what makes us great
Born from lucky circumstance and a cosmic twist of fate
It's been two days since she ate
So I did what had to be done
Old Brome is a miser
And I have something he wants
A minor sacrifice
A simple exchange of goods
I know that's how the world works
But I'd kill him if I could
