Space Bound

by SuperBubble

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1.
"Hey Nice Coogi!"
2.
Open sights. Clear-minded sacrifice. Though our differences are many, I can understand, until the Love that you give becomes your vice. Deep within this shell there lies a vast, open, bottomless wishing well. Won’t you cast your two cents to the Sea? Downward hopes fare well, when you finally break out of your missing spell, eventually. Orbicular Patterns delve twelfth dimensional. Stretch back, bend past global ends. Polls, tides, and lullabies: they mark the fated celebration drawn before our eyes. Can you reach out and touch the end? Deep within this Hell, there beats a heart of gold exploding into mission bells. With the right intonation find the key. Within these SuperBubble clusters, galactic cannibalism is what we lust for. At least, that’s how it seems.
3.
Sound March 05:15
I believe that we’ve come to a standstill. With a simple lack of motivation we turned this oasis into a landfill. We need a little bit of inspiration and a will to keep on churning, because our body water is drying up and the Sun just keeps on burning. Our World will keep on turning when we’re not around, when this unforgiving Desert finally takes us down. We need to March to the beat of a different Sound, because these battle drums, they keep beating us down into the ground. So, now it would seem that we’ve come to a misunderstanding, when a Peoples’ existence means so much less than the products that they’re demanding. Think about the amount of oil we use to send our war machines to toil in long abused Nations, rain Hellfire damnation, just to bring back more oil. The spoils of war will never outweigh the cost. Into the fire, our innocence is lost. We need to March to the beat of a different Sound, because these battle drums, they keep beating us down into the ground. So, now it would seem that we’ve come to a misunderstanding, when a Peoples’ existence means so much less than the products that they’re demanding. Think about the amount of oil we use to send our young Men and Women to toil in far off lands, to get blood on their hands, or be returned to the soil. The spoils of war will never outweigh the cost. Into the fire, our innocence is lost. We need to March to the beat of a different Sound, because these battle drums, they keep beating us down into the ground. Don’t let the battle drums beat you down, get to Marching to that different Sound. Let your footfall hit the ground with a, “Left. Right. One. Two.”
4.
(Instrumental)
5.
Let me carry the weight of the World on my shoulders, until I become the very Mountain I boulder; and I'll sit right here for a hundred million years, ponder our existence and fears, only to realize I'm on top of the World again. So take your worries on down to the Riverside, say a little prayer, and let them ride along the curves of the Mountainside. They'll soon turn the currants of the Ocean tide and this is where we learn to really give our all. I sure do like the way that This Water Falls. Timing as of late has been seren-typical. Serendipity typically used to seem so mystical. With fists full of mistletoe, kissing all the minerals, and learning how to burst through every seam of this entire Being. Seeing everything that lies before, as if in a Dream. Beaming everything that lies within, out upon the stream of Consciousness, we've all been blessed to know within our common sense. On the fence, but confident that I can find the consonants, and vowels to empower me. Showering the flower seeds of roses we have found on our quest for The Dark Tower. These melodies are more than just a place to store these distant memories; it's how we perform Alchemy from balconies. Screaming, "How can we learn to break free from these boundaries?" And I'm on my knees, asking God if She's proud of me. She said, "Yes, Son, but please don't bow to me. Keep your chin up and your eyes faced forward. Speak from your heart and be truthful with your word. Leave a good impression in the places you go. Allow a healthy decompression shortly after the show. But at the moment in question you’ve got a Garden to sow, and a Party to start with some sexy People you know. From your head to your toes, feel that Funk. It's alive in all the places you go and all the people you Vibe. Hey! Thank you for subscribing to the Love and the Light, just hold that feeling inside when you rest your head at night. Take your good intentions, roll them up into a ball, throw it out into The Universe, and watch that Waterfall. And I hope you like the way that This Water Falls." This is what I said, “Yes.”
6.
Let the music show you the way, be your guide and protector. Let the music fill your head, infect your mind like a mentor. Let the music take you back, connect you with your ancestors. Let the music free your soul, and help you find your way back to the center. The woman that I Love told me that Music’s the most accessible drug. With every note that gets plucked, and every chord that gets struck, it strikes a chord within the listener’s heartstrings. Yes, yes. It makes the Soul sing, “Shucks!” I’d still be stuck in the same old rut if the Music hadn’t have come along with a fret board for me to grab on. I climbed up that spined neck, grasping to tie up every connection between my body and my head. Open up my wind section for a breath, and a moment of reflection. Let the music show you the way, be your guide and protector. Let the music fill your head, infect your mind like a mentor. Let the music take you back, connect you with your ancestors. Let the music free your soul, and help you find your way back to the center. Because Music is just a series of vibrations, and us Humans are just a series of vibrations. So, You, you can be as vibrant as you want to be, and I‘ll eat up your energy like a chemical dependency; and leave you with a healthy dose of vitamin B, and you can feed that to the next three people that you meet. Yes, it’s easy. This is how we harmonize in unity. Check it out. We’re building a Community. Oh, that’s right. So leave your negativity at Home because we’ve built up an immunity. To what ever ails you, let the Music be your Healer. If you’re a drunk or a junky, Momma, let me be your Funk Dealer. Like this…
7.
Neon Mambo 06:26
(Instrumental)
8.
Silent Moves 05:44
All the way through the Caves, where the water keeps dripping down. Move your feet through the Trees, where the water keeps going up. The terrain is getting steep, better know when it’s going down. Digital thermometer. It’s getting cold better double up. It ain’t about where you’ve been. It’s about where you're going. Take your time. Make Silent Moves, yeah. It could put you to the test. Ain't no doubt, oh. This ain't traveling where you can take passengers. No. That doesn’t matter. Unforeseen typical, now you know when it’s going down. Digital thermometer. It’s getting cold better double up. It ain't about where you’ve been. It’s about where you're going.
9.
I’m Building an Ocean in the corner of your eyes. The Forest is under water now, as we idly slip on by. The rose’s new host is Divine. Confined by your hindsight, does not mean anything if you cannot look inside. We’ve already swallowed the hook that you used to hang your prom dress on, and I’m wondering, what took you so long to reel us all the way in? Intrinsic value of what you can pull out, in regards to what you’re willing to give. Is that what this whole life’s about? Directionless progression: this dexterous projectionist. Un-aimed apples fall so much faster, with daft understanding. Branded a wounded soldier, stranded, land locked, and empty handed. These candid distorted images remain locked within these rusty crooked picture frames. Because anyone can play these shameless games, we’ve got twenty-one guns, but no names. Too many open casket masses have passed by virgin eyes. The cannon blast’s “crack” masks the shrill sound of urgent cries. The Virgin dies, diagnosis: suicide, and the verdict lies within a pair of dice. Oh Christ, this Paradise is sinking under shrinking ice… And there’s a doomsday eviction notice nailed to my chest, it says, “You have six days to vacate and the seventh to rest.” I’m feeling pressed for time, trying to press rewind, and address the situation from a fresh state of mind. Like back before the plague of lying infected our kind and made us all more susceptible to step out of line. All these signs shift swiftly. The situation’s sticky, but I don’t believe in pity, so don’t let me drown quickly. Please. Don’t let me drown so quickly. Please.
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11.
Just called to say, “I’m Coming Home Today. If I make it, well, I sure hope that you can stay. If not, please just go your own way. I’ll see you out there, out in the middle of everything.” Like the moth to the flame, I’ll stoke the fire. Like the lamb to the lion, I’ll soon retire. Keep your eyes on the prize. Pry them open wide. Plant your feet in the ground and thrust your head up to the skies. We’ll let these clouds pass us by. Still haven’t learned to fly, but it never hurt to try, well I guess that’s a lie, you’ve got to learn to fall before you can sit up high; and have a look at your Life, thinking to yourself, “Damn. I’m doing a good job.” When I get bigger, I’ll grow up to be a Redwood, got a couple thousand years to get my head good, and done up right. It’s looking good from here, sitting pretty in the Moonlight. I finally found the Forest for the leaves, and I can see the Sea through the Manzanita trees. Oh, geez. I’m pretty pleased to be me. Ain’t got a worry in the World other than whether I’m going to get some sleep. Or not. I’ll just take the dog for a walk out looking for my flock so I can count some sheep. Still trying to reach One. Been out all night again, hoping to catch the Sun. Like the moth to the flame, I’ll stoke the fire. Like the lamb to the lion, I’ll soon retire. Just called to say, “I’m Coming Home Today. If I make it, well, I sure hope that you can stay. If not, please just go your own way. I’ll see you out there, out in the middle of everything.”
12.
Hype Squad 05:14
(Instrumental)

credits

released March 9, 2019

SuperBubble
Space Bound

Brandon B Barker – Bass / Vocals
Rob Drayna – Guitar / Vocals
Tim Ouburg – Piano / Organ / Wurlitzer
Max Webb – Guitar
Wyatt Richards – Drums
Dan Muir – Percussion
Dave Terran – Trumpet
Sterling Wootton – Saxophone (Tenor)
John Flanders – Saxophone (Soprano, Tenor, Baritone) / Flute

(Building an Ocean)
Rahel-Liis Aasrand – Violin
Ren Javadov – Cello

Recorded at Man vs. Music
by Mike Sasich and Greg Shaw
Mixed and Mastered by Mike Sasich
Artwork by Joel Bender

Here at SuperBubble,
we would like to extend a HUGE THANK YOU to:

Our family, friends, and loved ones.
The Hype Squad and BubbleHeads.
Anyone who had a hand in the making of this album.
Those who have helped us along on our musical journey.
The venues we play and the people who book them.
The bands we’ve shared the stage with.
The musicians we’ve collaborated with.
Cosmic Boss. Dos Dragones. Babble Rabbit.
Pit Viper.
Computer.
You.

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