We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.

A Silent Spring

by Tsunami Rising

/
  • Streaming + Download

    Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
    Purchasable with gift card

      $1 USD  or more

     

1.
2.
Paper thin walls and chemicals. A nightmare I couldn’t sleep through. With eyes opened, all eyes on me. No time, no strength, no sleep. Just lingering, whispering strangers on my mind. These streets have eyes in passerbys unrecognized. With eyes opened, all eyes on me. No time, no strength, no sleep. Just lingering, whispering strangers on my mind. Tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough. The sun moved like a snail. The curious discovered disgust as a stressful soundtrack played. The beat rolled on. Silhouettes through curtains continued to haunt. With eyes opened, all eyes on me. No time, no strength, no sleep. Just lingering, whispering strangers in my mind. Lost in translation. My paranoia fueled the frustration. With eyes opened, all eyes on me. No time, no strength, no sleep. Just lingering, whispering strangers on my mind.
3.
Educate, indoctrinate, increase constraints to compensate the weight of ethical debate. The minds of children need the state. While social status separates us, generations devastated, no one even hesitated, bigger plans became instated. Then we begin to deplete with TV scenes and sport teams. We pledge allegiance to competing, losing freedom we once needed. Now divided, fear inside us, once excited, now in hiding. Though in spite of who is right, nobody’s fighting up the line of command, cause we demand, help of the man. Nobody stands to bite the hand or understand deceptive plans of elite clans. Herds of steer herded by fear, unnerved by beer, unheard, unclear. The future’s near, the future’s bleak. The pills are strong, the people are weak. One day we finally will see that the dreams we seek will not be achieved but planting seeds can grow a tree and seeing your cell will set you free. These walls are closing in. We need to make our move. The time has come to go, stand up or run away. Now new gods accept all major credit cards. Paid politicians play facades for laymen’s alms while dropping bombs like Vietnam while Viacom subsides and calms anyone’s qualms with funny sitcoms. Sins seem absolved, rage soon dissolves, all problems solved then the money revolves to the top. People screaming inside job see demons deeming sins of god. In business fraud, no sentence is sought. Judges and priests commend and applaud the death of independent thought. Descendants taught dependence not transcendence past repentance for fueling the prior fire of desire to acquire more than we require. Your life is a lie if your leaders are liars. A destructive empire with an angelic choir. A think tank with four flat tires made of kings and the sires that build the plans that transpire. Our wages low but the prices go higher and higher. These walls are closing in. We need to make our move. The time has come to go, stand up or run away. A constant butting of heads with the shadow in my own. A confrontation with labyrinth walls. A yeasayer living nay. A balance we cannot keep. The curse of Aquarius. The water bearer’s plague. These walls are closing in. We need to make our move. The time has come to go, stand up or run away.
4.
Dear Sarah, I write these letters in my head. The ink, it reaches paper but you will never get to read my reasonings, my insecurities, but know I never meant those words. No, I never meant to hurt you. It was the demons in my veins that made me seem insane, I swear. With each word I resonate the feelings I can’t negate. The thin line of love and hate, I sway. Please take my mania with love. Despite the chaos in my mind you’re all I’m thinking of. I never meant to hurt you, dear. I know my reasons ain’t exactly clear but please take this letter. No. Nevermind. Please take this letter, no, nevermind. Please take this letter. No, just keep your tears. Dear Sarah, let’s try this again. I’m better now, I promise, without the medicine. These feelings I’ve inherited through family, through pain, through fear, are building up a shield. My actions are insincere. If I could show you how I feel then you would know what is real to me. What is real to me? I wish I knew too. With each word I resonate the feelings I can’t negate. The thin line of love and hate, I sway. Please take my mania with love. Despite the chaos in my mind you’re all I’m thinking of. I never meant to hurt you, dear. I know my reasons ain’t exactly clear but please take this letter. No nevermind. Please take this letter, no nevermind. Please take this letter. No, just keep your tears.
5.
6.
7.
There’s patterns inside matter. The walrus all around from the sky on down. We’ve broken up this planet. Our mind’s gone stagnant, we thrive on fragmenting. We need to re-piece in the name of unity, for the sake of you and me. Tell me when you close your eyes to escape this hologram and realize what you recognize. A complex form of energy? What really constructs you and me like the truth inside a dream… Where you’ll find that beauty lies inside the beholders mind. The blind remain deprived from what vision comes from inside. I’ve learned to trust and not to curse the beauty of an undivided universe. There’s more to earth than Christian, Jew and Buddhist views. There’s more to me. There’s more to you. Detach yourself from everything you knew. Material simplicity. We’re redefining we. A new philosophy rung like a plea, to show us new reality, show us true vitality, with the true beauty of one. Where you’ll find that beauty lies inside the beholders mind. The blind remain deprived from what vision comes from inside. How easily it escapes us now. Every single thing around from the water, earth, sky and ground to the colors seen and the shake of sound are the same, in fact, as you and me. Just complex forms of energy. Yet still we shun the common string as if it doesn’t mean a thing. Distracted by our vanity and the fear of losing sanity, we’re taking our humanity to a state of sad profanity. But still we live to fuck and spread like mold engulfing ignored bread. But whats the fungus going to do when just the crust is left to chew? Will we notice that there’s something more or attack and feed on weaker spores? Will the cycle push to start again or could this really be the end?
8.
Zappalude 01:25
9.
Please don’t believe everything that your teachers say. They’re taught to teach in a very peculiar way. When one learns to teach, they tend to regurgitate. And then kids repeat. It’s just another way to make their system so much stronger and keep the people passive clans of fools. From the cradle to the grave, our minds are molded just like clay. Memorize the dots, don’t dare connect. We want followers not intellect. Study for the tests, you’ll soon forget. Ain’t that the way your schooling went? Facts justify the words I speak, lunchroom government recruitment scenes. A dumbed down curriculum is what they teach young minds numbed blind. It’s how they tend to keep their system so much stronger and keep the people passive clans of fools. From the cradle to the grave, our minds are molded just like clay. Lessened lessons, less-impressive. Mass sedation education. Falling right through, smaller IQs. No decisions, schools like prisons. Mandatory mind-detouring. Thought regression taught through lesson. Crowded classrooms fed lousy fast food. Social control, bodies and souls gone. Hollow bones. You can fly with hollow bones and fit in with shallow drones. So they say, you live what you learn. And this is what you learn.
10.
11.
Love. Always. Forever. Have you no concern for the words you just heard? They’re absurdly familiar, but sad. I’m perturbed by a popular culture that’s marketing pseudo-romance. Business-business went psych but clear out your ears and you can hear more than the loudest mics. Those who find themselves before they die will appreciate the time they’re alive. Have you no suspicion of hypnotic TV/Top 40 song repetition stuck in the mind of a nation? All these “love songs” sing about is infatuation. Diamonds on fingers and joint bank accounts. When you do what you’re told, you don’t do what you want. We’ve redefined normal. We’ve redefined love. Don’t forget what you dream of for anything. What is happening? Are we caving in? The love we knew is on a string. Plagued by jealousy and insecurities, the love we know is fantasy. Have you no suspicion of hypnotic TV/Top 40 song repetition stuck in the mind of a nation? All these “love songs” sing about is infatuation. Just an echo factory mass-manufacturing, and auto-tuned to sound the same. And you nod your head like you’ve heard it before because you have a thousand times. Diamonds on fingers and joint bank accounts. When you do what you’re told, you don’t do what you want. We’ve redefined normal. We’ve redefined love. Don’t forget what you dream of for anything. Plant programmed romance subconsciously. Make the poison taste sweet with phony fairytale dreams. White lies tucked inside the days of our lives, but sly minds find true love is not blind. A society’s way to keep a people in place. A glowing box in your face becomes a common escape. Moving images display how “normal people” behave but is the happiness in love or in the thrill of the chase these days? What is happening? Are we caving in? The love we knew is on a string. Plagued by jealousy and insecurities, the love we know is fantasy.
12.
Your Rong. 06:22
Hypnosis components. Unnoticed emotionless drones driven motionless. Hope driven hopelessness. A silent ambivalence quietly pillaging like rioting militants with scientist diligence. Tyrants sinister, clients of medicine. More for semesters with BUY THIS imaging. A means of educating or schemed segregating? Classes for classes, we all fall down. Unwarranted muscle in the name of law. Where people are illegal and plants no longer functional. Pride in yourself is queer but in your country, wonderful. It’s never enough. Nobody’s ever comfortable. Be grateful your plate’s full. You’re destructively faithful to state bullies and hate schooling while prison rates are growing awfully high. We’re too sedated to mind. I’m just trying to survive, divide and conquering my life while on my own time. True facts of life, a sacrifice, a way of life, innate designs that ain’t mine. These ain’t mine. Unwarranted muscle in the name of law. Where people are illegal and plants no longer functional. Pride in yourself is queer but in your country, wonderful. It’s never enough. Nobody’s ever comfortable. When slaves in mills claim streets and fields kings reign no more. Let’s relearn skills and real ideals. The afterbirth of the war. The sound before the storm had the people dancing. Rolling on the floor laughing. This is how we grow. Through a constant struggle. What comes will go. Salt-sown seeds still seek soil.

about

Please consider buying a physical copy of this album. The artwork is amazing and you already know how nice it is to "own" a piece of art.

Thanks for listening, sharing and supporting independent artists.

credits

released December 21, 2012

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

Tsunami Rising Gloucester City, New Jersey

Press play.

contact / help

Contact Tsunami Rising

Streaming and
Download help

Shipping and returns

Redeem code

Report this album or account

If you like Tsunami Rising, you may also like: