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Out There

by Chris Harris

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Out There 04:49
Always observing from his lair in Tibet We don't deserve him but he's all we can get This brand of transcendence requires an open mind Once you achieve ascendence, what are you going to find? The Invisible College from a reliable source who teaches ancient knowledge by correspondence course A small donation grants you the briefest look but the real information is in his forthcoming book For him it's like an addiction he loves to play the field That he's a work of fiction one thing he won't reveal
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Subliminal 05:26
So much information life comes at you fast in every situation much of it slips past Though they seldom show it marketing don't miss a trick Even when you haven't noticed lots of their ideas get in and stick This is your so-called 'future', and welcome to hell Where you're manipulated every day and you're unable to tell The Overton window is not where it was Our motives are open to debate We keep buying things that we don't need because We're living in a deeply subliminal state They don't care they're resented Ignore your shopping list The products they've presented you're powerless to resist Adverts made for twisting decisions that you take And though you try resisting you can bet they'll find a way to break How hard they work is scary to get inside your brain It's no use being wary and pointless to complain When personal volition is as dead as dinosaurs You can't trust your cognition because your mind's no longer yours
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Skinwalker 03:49
(Instrumental)
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When life does not live up to expectations at the ballot box or in romance why should you change up your operation, be subject to the fickle whims of chance? Who needs reality, and its foundations? A world of fantasy wants you to dance... You're an astronaut! You have psychic powers! You keep seeing ghosts! You're a movie star! This week, you'll win the pools! Your intellect just towers! Just ignore those fools, you're who you say you are Have we all missed that we exist in a collective illusion? Life is absurd Don't follow the herd Choose your delusion Do not tell others how the secret found you 'cause in this game, we must rely on stealth But the advantages are all around you The way the whole thing simply sells itself There were no shackles that you thought had bound you You're free to leave the world of mental health I see you're wary of a big commitment I understand, it's what I used to fear You really do need all of this equipment For what it is, it really isn't dear It will arrive by post in fifteen shipments A small downpayment, and you're in the clear!
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My next door neighbour's Elvis in disguise (What does it mean? What does it mean?) When Jimi Hendrix visits, I am not surprised (What does it mean? What does it mean?) They drink with Janis Joplin at the local pub (What does it mean? What does it mean?) I think that they're all part of some Illuminati club (What does it mean? What does it mean?) Just take time to contemplate the meaning of it all The Men In Black are working at the corner store (What does it mean? What does it mean?) You won't remember, but I told you this before (What does it mean? What does it mean?) The local postman's gone a vivid shade of blue (What does it mean? What does it mean?) I think I may have seen him once on Doctor Who (What does it mean? What does it mean?) Just take time to contemplate the meaning of it all The things we're told The things we feel Might be significant But are they real? Wolves and leopards roaming free around the country park (What does it mean? What does it mean?) It's best to keep your wits about you after dark (What does it mean? What does it mean?) The Government say not a single word is true (What does it mean? What does it mean?) But rest assured that they have got their eye on you (What does it mean? What does it mean?) Just take time to contemplate the meaning of it all The things we're told The things we feel Might be significant But are they real?
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Mankind did not invent the wheel It's all a plot and birds aren't real And he has proof the Earth is flat Might not be truth, but who cares about that? The things he says, they work like lead Get in your system, get you dead He knows his faithful won't be told He weaves credulity into advertising gold His sponsors love to hear him preach It's all about extending reach Things in your blood? Then buy these pills! Stupid is good; it pays the bills A spaceship Moon! Fake DNA! And each new loon can have their say Take all the lies with a pinch of salt If someone dies, it won't be his fault
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No Filter 05:57
You mock me for accepting the consensus view and tell me that I'm following the herd Nobody knows any subject half as well as you you're living in the realm of the absurd You've gone beyond the need for proof when 'what sounds right' will do as truth Most of your world's a fabrication Real life won't satisfy your needs Can't tell the lie from information You have no filter on your feed Reality as we accept it is much too plain for you You boast about your clarity of thought But when it comes to things that you've decided must be true You're the one who ends up getting caught
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You say you're trained and I don't mean to grouse Your thesis just makes me annoyed I see a pixel where you see a house You're finding structure where all I can see is noise Where your interpretations tend to fail (and sorry, but this cannot be denied) is that you're lacking any sense of scale that house has doors that are two kilometres wide You think that it's threatening; I'm pretty sure I've heard enough Because a photo can be anything Provided it's been blurred enough The question that occurs to me (and it's the reason why I wrote this tune) is why no-one else sees what you see whenever they observe the Moon? Please understand I'd help you if I could but you're not really finding clues Your scanner's only going to be as good as the old photographs that you decide to use But when it comes to quoting conversations between the astronauts and ground long since debunked as complete fabrication I must conclude that all you've written is unsound
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(Instrumental)
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This rabbit hole you've fallen down's not good for you The people here will not play by the rules You might not care for money but I'll bet they surely do One look at you, they'll think they've won the pools A contribution large enough will open doors for you; down here, they gladly suffer fools In all this confusion, there is money to be made You'll be the last to find it's not by you though, I'm afraid Going down the rabbit hole to find out where it leads Assuming that no-one has gone before and thinking you can place your trust in everything you read Is just an easy way for getting poor Returning to the surface must be hard for you I know this from the way you're looking dazed Now they've extracted every final thing they could from you your new-found friends will simply fade away The sucker punch reality has got in store for you is going to leave you properly amazed
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X 04:55
Might not be Indiana Jones but crystal skulls are his big thing No concrete evidence on show when gullibility is king Exhuming each old mystery like some misguided necromancer Evidence ignored throughout history And 'aliens' is always the answer Science gets kicked to the kerbstone Explanations they've not got Designating the unknown Marks the spot where they lost the plot You'll be no wiser at the close than you were right at the start but when it comes to UFOs our boy has taken things to heart Our scepticism wears away under a tide of self-delusion When minds get flooded every day with his less than firm conclusions
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A squamous presence Rugose sense of dread Feels like H P Lovecraft got inside my head These observations completely unexplained Eliminate the obvious Something else remains And from the headland Above the noise of crashing waves I hear the call It summons all Long-buried trauma freshly risen from the grave drawing pentacles Surrender to the tentacles... Amidst the tumult my cries will go unheard a strange compulsion to chant the words
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Dude! What was that? Swamp gas. And that one? Owls. Is there any more coffee? Should we be answering that? I never bother, it only encourages them. They'll hang up. Why is that light flashing? It does that. Here, give it a whack with this hammer. Weather balloon? Weather balloon. Chinese fire lantern? Looks like it to me. They're not expecting us to see anything, are they? Nope.

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A few years ago I wrote an album about Charles Hoy Fort, whose books about unexplained phemonena such as falls of fish (and frogs, and snakes, and lumps of charcoal), sea monsters, poltergeists, and sightings of mysterious lights in the sky—years before the flying saucer craze began—were so influential that such things are now described as Fortean. It's been a while since that album came out, so I decided it was time for a follow-up, and here it is.

This time around, you may detect a somewhat more sceptical attitude in the lyrics. You may even gain the impression that the writer is of the opinion that the majority of strange events receiving media attention these days are fabrications; events contrived by shysters trying to make a fast buck out of the credulous.

I couldn't possibly comment.

Meanwhile, fish continue to fall out of the sky...

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released August 4, 2022

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Chris Harris Bristol, UK

I'm still trying to get the music I record to sound like the version I can hear in my head. To do this I've ended up playing every instrument I can get my hands on. These days, I'm closer to "That Sound" than I used to be, but the journey continues.

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