INTER 05

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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"Astral Dreams"
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 July 12, 2017

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Track Name: ASTRAL DREAMS
INTER//PART I//005//ASTRAL DREAMS

[The Spirit]

I sold my body down the stream
And for what?
Life in a dream?
Life in this empty
Inter space?

drifting
between

drifting

between

drifting


between

I guess my assumption was I'd jump from my body,
be free for all eternity and done with the plots
Well, I was right—
even more correct than I'd thought
Everything stripped, shaken off, evaporated,
every sense faded, lost

What was I but a pilot made of breath
someone placed inside a box made of flesh?

The train of thought—given a taste of what's beyond
could never settle for less
How could you expect the soul to not reach out?

Now my body's a dream
and for what?

[The Spirit/Chorus]

Who could feel this state I'm in?

[The Spirit]

How much of me is insoluble in these waves?

[The Spirit/Chorus]

Who could feel this state I'm in?

[The Spirit]

I'm just following where the fade takes me

I woke up within this intersection of laws
What is this feeling this lack of feeling this loss?
What happened to my stash of sensations and thoughts
stacked floor to ceiling?

And I went back to the floor
All of it's gone
All of it thawed out,
poured outta my solid form
which held me so long,
kept me so contained within its walls

[The Spirit/Chorus]

Now who could feel this state I'm in?

[The Spirit]

Somehow this freedom came with an NDA
No one to share this feeling this recipe that I made

[The Spirit/Chorus]

So who could feel this state I'm in?

[The Spirit]

to ventilate the shell
and empty out the container
If I only I could tell 'em
If I only I could just set 'em straight,
let 'em know

[The Spirit/Chorus]

You could feel this state I'm in

[The Spirit]

And maybe I could've stayed behind
and explained to them
But can you blame me?
My hands were tied back in chains

I've escaped,
so now, what is my place then?
No sensation, no face and no occupation
to weigh me down to my old roles,
my old bones replaced
by this empty space
I've been erased

[The Spirit/Chorus]

Now who could feel this state I'm in?

[The Spirit]

I'm just following where the fade takes me

[The Spirit/Chorus]

You could feel this state I'm in

Who could feel this state I'm in?

[The Spirit]

Looking back on the world below
wishing I could've taken you with me
but how could I phrase it to me make you get me?

[The Spirit/Chorus]

If only you could feel this state I'm in

[The Spirit]

Funny where the mind takes you
with no blocks, no pathways
no map and no core
in fact, I'd been stashed in a form
all this time,
all this time...

and reaching out
feels like...coming home
Feels like something summoned me,
like I was plucked by a summer breeze,
plus now I know I was free

all this time

But something was holding me back from discovering
all the teachings from my suffering

Was it my body all along?
That sluggish thing...
all the needs and wants of my body
and the bodies around me
Those mirrors of that obstructive flesh
blocking my instructions, yes...
if that's the case I'm glad I've left
Track Name: ASTRAL DREAMS 2
[The Narrator]

The clutter chases you

[The Spirit]

Did I not leave that world

to be free from all of this

[The Narrator]

The clutter chases you

[The Spirit]

How could I ever escape?

[The Narrator]

It chases you

[The Spirit]

how can I change

my dreams?

[The Narrator]

It chases you

[The Spirit]

why does this still remain

[The Narrator]

Chases you

[The Spirit]

The clutter chases me, useless information
all the names and vacant trivia wasting space in my head,
formalities required to play the game they expected,
balancing the attire the fallacies and the failures hidden from the world
so that no one could feel the state I was in—I was alone with it,

league of my own, but not quite equal to those who bankrolled my whole ascent

so I guess
I sold my life down the stream
And for what? Alienated living?
Selling my autonomy to businesses and kingpins?

These rich men always made me wonder

What gains are made by making sure the suit never matches the inside of you?
It's all for the sake of others

But why must we obscure the truth
just to maintain the frame of their sacred shared illusion?

We have these wonderful gifts but barely use 'em
except when mediocre men offer us percents
to go pursue a profit and commodify these blessings
This overthrew the logic of many youthful intentions

That was me once—nineteen, hunted by those fiends
and no one could feel the state I was in

divine youth, meet the bottom line
freedom to choose, meet dollar signs

and so
I sold my life down the stream

And for what? A pocket full of green?
Some toxic fools disguised by an honest looking sheen?
If only I had paid attention to the eyes of greed
but you can't blame me—
you couldn't feel the state I was in

No you can't blame me—
you couldn't feel the state I was in
Track Name: ASTRAL DREAMS (outro)
What assembled these old memories to haunt me in my lapse?
Must I be vigilant continuously just to hold them back?
Or is this inter space designed not for my freedom,
but to trap me in my worst of thoughts, my calloused past, my scabbing over act?

Are these feelings that I carry with me real without those forms?
The basis of my self, the senses from whence I was torn
are so inscribed in me that ever since ascending from the floor
I've carried everything I fled from, deftly clinging to my core

Have I escaped, or merely just metastacized?
I left my skin but still seem to be carrying these fragments hiding
deep beneath my surface thoughts, something that was packed inside
always seeks release through me, to peek its face,

a secret language long forgotten, always trying to rewind
I thought I turned the clock and left my furnished plot behind
yet I still rely on repetition, blueprints, patterns, habits, lies
What is it still that tethers me? Is there no real escape from my established I?