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Dreamers is Rabbit Hole…kind of.
It is a collaboration – my reaction to and interpretation of the track Rabbit Hole by davisamerica – one of the trippiest, most out there tracks I’ve heard in a long time. I urge anyone who hasn’t listened to it yet to check it out here:
Rabbit Hole
(there may be subliminal messages encoded in its subtle panning – you have been warned…)
davisamerica posted the track as an Open Collaboration. I loved it when I heard it, and it immediately started setting off little flashes in my brain as I listened to it. Then I downloaded it, stuck it on my iPod, and as I wandered about the skyways of St. Paul, I found myself contemplating the power of the senses (and the beauty and danger of leaving them) and the fragility of identity and the mystery of language and the kitchen sink and that one night way back when…and on and on. Don’t ask me why or how – that’s just what happened.
It took me a while to turn those firing neurons into something tangible, but I eventually came up with this. Give it a listen if you will, and then go check out the original. It’s a great track, and I offer my thanks and deep bows to davisamerica for creating it, sharing it, and for allowing ne’er do wells like me to mess around with it in such a free-spirited way.
Apart from davisamerica, much credit, and thanks, must go out to all those who acceded to my cryptic request to record themselves (or in some cases persuade their spouses to record themselves!) saying, “I don’t know who I am,” in different languages. (Not one person asked “Why?” How cool is that?) So, in order of their first appearance on the track (and with the language of their recording in parentheses), my sincere thanks to the following MacJammers (and a couple of my students):
Pafel (KiKongo); Craft (Portuguese); Irene (Korean); lengold’s wife, Zamira (Russian); Roxylee (Spanish); blaky smith (French); Heightened’s wife (Japanese); apb (Swedish); paularenson (Danish); Jim of The Infinites (East Coast Scots); Einarus (Icelandic)
I appreciate your taking the time to do something that makes no sense on any rational level. I hope you think it was worth the effort!
Thanks for listening. Enjoy. Oh, and play it loud…
It is a collaboration – my reaction to and interpretation of the track Rabbit Hole by davisamerica – one of the trippiest, most out there tracks I’ve heard in a long time. I urge anyone who hasn’t listened to it yet to check it out here:
Rabbit Hole
(there may be subliminal messages encoded in its subtle panning – you have been warned…)
davisamerica posted the track as an Open Collaboration. I loved it when I heard it, and it immediately started setting off little flashes in my brain as I listened to it. Then I downloaded it, stuck it on my iPod, and as I wandered about the skyways of St. Paul, I found myself contemplating the power of the senses (and the beauty and danger of leaving them) and the fragility of identity and the mystery of language and the kitchen sink and that one night way back when…and on and on. Don’t ask me why or how – that’s just what happened.
It took me a while to turn those firing neurons into something tangible, but I eventually came up with this. Give it a listen if you will, and then go check out the original. It’s a great track, and I offer my thanks and deep bows to davisamerica for creating it, sharing it, and for allowing ne’er do wells like me to mess around with it in such a free-spirited way.
Apart from davisamerica, much credit, and thanks, must go out to all those who acceded to my cryptic request to record themselves (or in some cases persuade their spouses to record themselves!) saying, “I don’t know who I am,” in different languages. (Not one person asked “Why?” How cool is that?) So, in order of their first appearance on the track (and with the language of their recording in parentheses), my sincere thanks to the following MacJammers (and a couple of my students):
Pafel (KiKongo); Craft (Portuguese); Irene (Korean); lengold’s wife, Zamira (Russian); Roxylee (Spanish); blaky smith (French); Heightened’s wife (Japanese); apb (Swedish); paularenson (Danish); Jim of The Infinites (East Coast Scots); Einarus (Icelandic)
I appreciate your taking the time to do something that makes no sense on any rational level. I hope you think it was worth the effort!
Thanks for listening. Enjoy. Oh, and play it loud…
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Lyrics
Dreamers
So that's it
And that's all
We thought we’d never fail
Dreamers of the fall
Tearing at the veil
I know what I’m doing
I know where I am
I see the universe
In the grain of sand
I know what time it is
I know what I see
I know whose mind it is
I know that you’re me
But I don’t know who I am
That’s it
That’s all
The dancing days are done
Stop staring at that wall
Stop hiding from the sun
That's it
It’s all done
All those hours wasted
Too old to turn and run
Too young to turn and face it
So that's it
And that's all
We thought we’d never fail
Dreamers of the fall
Tearing at the veil
I know what I’m doing
I know where I am
I see the universe
In the grain of sand
I know what time it is
I know what I see
I know whose mind it is
I know that you’re me
But I don’t know who I am
That’s it
That’s all
The dancing days are done
Stop staring at that wall
Stop hiding from the sun
That's it
It’s all done
All those hours wasted
Too old to turn and run
Too young to turn and face it
Vic Holman
and this is good and trippy!
A welcomed ride through the headphones! totally enjoyed.
Kinda like Beck in some ways