Rising
by Sol Obscura
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Being Nowhere
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03:10
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Compact Disc (CD) + Digital AlbumComes in a standard digipak case with artwork and layout done by CANE of Sol Obscura.
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Compact Disc (CD) + Digital AlbumComes with the physical album in a standard digipak case with artwork and layout done by CANE of Sol Obscura. Also included in this combo is a pack of 3 stickers featuring band logos and art.
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Compact Disc (CD) + Digital AlbumComes with the physical album in a standard digipak case with artwork and layout done by CANE of Sol Obscura. Also included in this combo is a pack of 3 stickers featuring band logos and art.
Includes unlimited streaming of Rising via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.Download available in 16-bit/44.1kHz.ships out within 4 daysPurchasable with gift card$17 USD or more
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Being Nowhere
03:10
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What would it hurt if you lied a little?
It’d help if you get on your back
The comfort fades away
So tell me what you really need
One look and I can tell
the fear has clouded up your eyes
Your loss of words will say
enough of what you really mean
I have no fear of being low
I have no fear of being high
I have no fear of being anywhere
Been searching so long for someplace in between
I have the feeling I’m being nowhere
Cannot find a fit
I have the feeling I’m being nowhere
Cannot find a fit
I have the feeling I’m being nowhere
Cannot find a fit
I have the feeling I’m being
washed out, wasted. I’m a blank (slate)
How can we see when the path goes dim?
The truth is blinding in the light
It seems so far away
Too scared to open up your eyes
But if you lose you grip
I’ll end up falling down the hole,
into the null and void.
The only place I’ve never been
I have no fear of being low
I have no fear of being high
I have no fear of being anywhere
Been searching so long for someplace in between
I have the feeling I’m being nowhere
Cannot find a fit
I have the feeling I’m being nowhere
Cannot find a fit
I have the feeling I’m being nowhere
Cannot find a fit
I have the feeling I’m being
washed out, wasted. I’m a blank slate
I have the feeling I’m being nowhere
I have the feeling I’m being nowhere
I have the feeling I’m being nowhere
I have the feeling I’m being
washed out, wasted. I’m a blank slate
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Home
04:49
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Stepped to the road and it killed me here
Spirit is roaming
in search of a home. Will it still be there?
Beset by a wandering fear
Looked up through holes in the stratosphere
falling from jealous skies
Heaven is home and it could be yours
for the worth of your weight in gold. Yeah!
NO DEAD GIVEAWAYS!
Home is where my hat is hung for the night
NO DEAD GIVEAWAYS!
Lead to the door of a dead giveaway
I channel the wrath of god
Broke down the door and he struck me here
Bled for a home to die. Yeah!
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Shadows In The Smoke
07:14
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Wake from a ghost and savor the sun
Late today I was in a cave swallowed
Hanging on for heaven’s sake I forgot to let go
On my way,
I flow over yesterdays
Conscious streams
Hovering around halos
Mirrors show a thousand faces of the ghost
Hanging from the family tree
In the sway of those
revolving yesterdays
Conscience strains
Plundering, the prowl of halos
Awake the ghosts
Shadows in the smoke
The grinding gears that turn in your repose
Haunting slumbers of seemingly silent nights
Reflections of you and me
force-feeding the same disease
Enrapturing, the fantasy is believed
Shadows in the smoke
have wrangled in a host
The grinding gears have since laid in repose
to be the ghosts of seemingly silent nights
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That Man
06:19
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That man,
the one you say you wanted, baby,
well he left today
That man,
you might have done a little something more
to make him stay
I walked in,
and now you know all too well
that they’ll be hell to pay
That man,
if he were here, he might have kept a guy
like me at bay
That man,
it’s no surprise that he resembles me
from yesterday
That man,
you burned him good and, baby, so begins
the slow decay
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5. |
Isle Of Reil
03:50
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Lying on a rusty bed of nails
The frigid chill of night will surely pierce my spine
Again until the wanted deep pulls me in
While all the broken thoughts of day
Erupt and fall again to hold my mind ensnared
I wait until I finally dream of you
Fall down into that torpor, pulls me under, ‘till I rest my soul
Will I rest my soul? Never will I
Leave and drift beyond the Isle of Reil
A specter of the truth and buried lies unmade
I watch and wander to the edge un-phased
Lose myself into the dark, this realm
Of which I feel the bruised and battered parts let go
Until the shards of waking tear within again
Fall down into that torpor, pulls me under, ‘till I rest my soul
Will I rest my soul? Never will I
Far down under the water, ride that river, ‘till I rest my soul
Will I rest my soul? Never will I
You’ll never feel the hurt again
When you let the ether pull you down
Into a void of sight and sound
The tender night will keep you
You’ll never feel the hurt again
‘Til you hear the shrill unwelcomed sound
That lifts and rips you from the ground
The dreaded day is breaking
How long until I rest my soul?
Those in darkness know
Truth is finally told
Once the night has hold
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Soul
05:56
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Hard nut to crack into
Shelled her thin skin from you
Hair line fractures into the womb
Hell bends the life line we tread
further from our pledge
Inscrutable feud
Hard nut to crack into
Forged his thick head for you
Hair-line cracks refracts the light to hide
Hell bends the life line we tread
further from our pledge
In wavering hues
This round with fate
We fight to breathe
From off the shore
I watched it drift from me
These longest days
(These days in which we fall)
When we fall
(From off the bluff unto)
Swollen seas
(Lurching at me)
Cold blitzkrieg
(I finally find myself)
Clean
A golden opportunity to erase what’s been deemed
off colored, so soiled, and obscene
But the cadence, beloved, begins to beat
Saved by the sweet melodies you bring from
the fathoms of the soul
Don’t lose faith
Sworn essence
An insuperable lonely soul
Don’t give up
Don’t let go
Fiery souls
lunge unto the sultry flowering of hope
In the fathoms of the soul
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The March
03:55
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8. |
Arise
04:57
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All lines in the sands erode once unimagined
Were you but a cog of circumstance?
Leverage in the throes of deliverance
In which you toiled, too tired these days
Prime order disengaged
Primordial chaos reigns
Arise like the Arab spring
for middle ground west of kings
The hands of man twist and
turn and tinker anew
Fault lines shiver under
Should the waves of tension follow through
And they pose, irenic souls that never meant to,
never wronged you
And they pose, self deputized to marshal in,
their sanctuary guards you
As the posses swarm their despots
warn impending doom befalls those who…
Wilderness bellows and springs forwards
and back upon the fallen
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What Gives?
03:07
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Role! It Begins
Advance, attack, and conquer the day!
Mow ‘em down anyway!
Walking tall in slo’ mo’
What is giving in?
What does it give?
When does it begin?
How will it end?
Load as fast as you can!
Fire on every Nick and Jen
who stand in my way
of me and what I came for
What is giving in?
What does it give?
When does it begin?
How will it end?
Swallow within
This second wind
Hollows within
My Silhouette
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10. |
And We March pt. 1
05:16
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Words of mouth sow eloquent phrase
In step we march, congregate to praise
Divergent pollen swims the winds
But infinite howling syllables purge
[As] restless limbs disturb
The out of step march tickles nerves
But wound once more and set to beat
Dissenters fall in, hidden steps they’ve tread
Fetched the selfless figment from the orb of my imagining
Our minds were never made up in this mortal coil
Washed up, the lines are rearranged
Sometimes but never out of rank
In step we march according to our make
The training of our dismay
Fetched the selfless figment from the orb of my imagining
Our minds were never made up in this…
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And We March pt. 2
03:58
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Assembly mind handed down the human line
These dogs walked themselves from the moment of design
I tried to change the tide
Hurling through the motives
as the steady pace will end in bending time.
Washed up in the lie
of faithful modus operandi
(I) did the best I could to you for I…
A selfless face is framed with seamless
incoherence like physics of dreams
The machine made of man
does the best he can by the boundaries of his time
I tried to change my mind
Hurling through the motives
as I watch the way they bend my human line.
Unbreakable am I,
as well as modus operandi
drives us and in turn clutches us all,
Bound by rhythm
And we march on…
I tried to… NEVER MIND!
In step we march so full of pride
Hidden steps we’ve tread… NEVER MIND!
Howling congregate, we purged us blind!
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12. |
Her Form
06:03
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As the shadows grow giving way to
the softer side of a day not so new
Ultra-violence rains down upon this beaten brow
Tides of mandarin skies calm my mind
Flight of fancy left the field
found another for tonight
All sides flanked
ready to strike me down
I’ve held her ground
Escaped the scathe
forsake these ruthless hounds
and bask into her iridescence
Break the east horizon
the next new day light slicing,
cutting through
Senses are surprising
lightning stricken in her form
Violence rains through
Flight of fury locked in the field
Brute on fire for a fight
All sides flanked
ready to strike me down
Hands strangle earth to hold ground
Scraped and scathed and baked
forsaken now
What now?
Dusk has settled down without it’s peace
Moon lit shadows toy with sanity
Bonds of courage tie you all to me
No rest for the wicked we became
In the valley of so many fallen sons
Come face me!
Prayers to fallen gods, the devil hears our call
Come take me!
If my hold slips long enough that you
Wrench these restless arms away from me
Keep your guard of this, my final vow:
In my throes, I’ll take you down with me now
As we fight for liberties long forgotten
The surge that ran through blood empties, long forgotten
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13. |
Already Dead
03:34
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Rise to toil
the dreary drudge
Hands were meant to bleed
Saunter through
this endless mess,
long and lonely
A worker’s day,
a squandered life
How much do you need?
The pact is long
and writ in blood
Take the days
and add them up.
Bots were built to feed
Lost are all
the treasured dreams,
dried and dying
Turned to rot,
a withered husk
How long can you bleed?
The pact is long
and writ in blood
All that’s left, I’ve left it to you
All of which, you’ve taken from me
Nothing’s left. I give it to you
All that was, you’ve taken from me
What’s left of me?
The pact is long
and writ in blood
Take my name
and sell my life
I’m already dead
Take my name
and sell my life
I’m already dead.
I’M ALREADY DEAD!
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released May 28, 2013
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Sol Obscura Orange, California
Formed from the ashes of our fore-bearers... we come from the dust.
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