INTER 03

by Written By Daniel

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INTER is an ongoing serialized story told through weekly music and sporadic comics releases.

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"Ungrounded"
Written by Daniel Johnson. Produced by Ogi.

Cover art from the upcoming INTER comic drawn by Rachel Ang.

Presented by Microfome.

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released June 28, 2017

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Track Name: UNGROUNDED
INTER//PART I//003//UNGROUNDED

[The Spirit]

No lights
No sight
No eyes—
am I really seeing?

No stage
No face
No way to know—
is it really me?

How do I steer this thing?
There's no control!

No motor

a sole stator

floating

unwound from all matter

detached

I sprang up from the coil,
that show-boating egotistical body's hold

My physical life was a cocoon
but what am I unbound from all modus?

And will I ever know
with no lights
and no sight?
With no eyes—
am I really seeing?

With no stage
With no face
With no way to know—
is it really me?

What if I brought it back again and retold it?
The essence of my life minus all the anecdotes
but that'd be incomplete
and I'd miss all the integral pieces
like how passion made me whole
but practice paved the road
and even that's deceitful
'cause actually I was equally pushed to see my dreams through
by teachers peers and cheering people

add to that a long line of masters of the craft
add to that a family tree who needed my success
add to that investors, casual audience and the fans

If only I could see their face when I subtracted me

[The Spirit/Chorus]

I don't need them
to prove me right
I did this all for me

I don't need them
to prove me right
I did this all for me

Can't nothing keep me down
I left that weight back on the ground
I guess there's nothing left to do

Ungrounded

[The Spirit]

How can I find the words
to perfectly describe this state I'm in?
'Cause to accurately know,
I'd need to define a ground
to show what it means to float
I'd need to tell the story of my past again
to prove what it means to be in chains

The attention and the reigns that were placed on me
gave me both a need to get away
and a fear of that release, and for that,
I'd need some kind of annotated notes
that could adequately show
how the pressure never ceased
but lo— I wasn't scared of being free
I was scared of something deeper
bubbling in the kettle on the stove—
the metal body through which my spirit screamed

The temperature increased
the more I prepared to blow
'til I could let it out of me,
clear as steam it rose

And here I be,
with no one hearing anything I've told,
and no way to know if it's really me

but still

[The Spirit/Chorus]

Can't nothing keep me down
I left that weight back on the ground
I guess there's nothing left to do

Ungrounded

I don't need them
to prove me right
I did this all for me

I don't need them
to prove me right
I did this all for me

me
me
me
me

[The Spirit]

With no lights
and no sight
and no eyes
on me now I'm free

With no stage
and no face
is there a way to find
if it's really me?
Track Name: UNGROUNDED (outro)
My head floats, unrestrained and searching for a light,
an outline, hand, a trunking leg, a reference for my height,
my coordination, balance, size and shape, my face, but I remain
a cordless idea, fading, vagrant, wild steaming trackless train

But why should I fear what a lack of an appearance brings?
I don't need to see myself,
which is further vindication to my theories and experiments then
I've merely cleared away what held me back

Surely I must have predicted some of this
when I was planning my escape out of the shell
But if I try to summon snippets of my old thoughts
and all of it's a blur...how can I really tell?

Because here, there's no notes to check,
no scrolls or texts to pull up reference, no souls to pose a dialectic
With no physical proof, how can I help but question
if my whole life before this moment ever truly happened

Could I have just imagined that identity so expertly
that in my mind it went as far to fabricate a substance?
I was so convinced of that reality
I never even wondered whether there could truly be a me without it

Perhaps there never was one...

UNGROUNDED\\