L'appel Du Vide

by Ursa Major

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released August 29, 2015

Recorded @ Bird Cloud Recording in Edwardsville, IL
Mixed by Ryan Wasoba
Mastered by Joel Hatstat
Original Artwork by Jimmy Timmerberg
*Special Thanks to the Bradbury's, our Families, and our beloved Rustler, Winston. RIP buddy.

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Track Name: Lucid
I'm riding high or I'm low
on life or depressed
but the higher I go
the more I must rest!
But the more I'm possessed
to strive for the best.
Darker I grow as I bleed from my chest.

Couches swallow me but keep me afloat
while I'm building up my colonies, I am blistering the my throat.
I'm thinking out loud again, I don't want you to know
but I needed a new track so I spit something dope...

It always never feels right. The hallways barely have light.
Walking tallways, maybe tonight? It's like all days i'm just "alright."
5am: I force my self awake, I dreamt of you again. For god's sake,
when will this end? Not today. Fuck sleeping in. STAY AWAKE!

It always never feels right. The hallways barely have light.
Walking tallways, maybe tonight? It's like all days i'm just "all right."
5am: I force my self awake, I dreamt of you again. For god's sake,
when will this end? Not today. Fuck sleeping in. STAY AWAKE!

They say "when you die in your dreams, you die in real life."
But when I die in my own dreams, I wake up alive.

Sleeping while driving, dreaming I am riding high on a lion till you decided
to fly in and dive and rip right into my n-e-c-k. These things you say
might be smoke on the roof. You don't see it bleeds through this windowless room and it fully consumes like a poodle in a monsoon. Eat spoonful of noodles made of steel wool, till you feel full.

Sleeping while driving, dreaming I am riding high on a lion till you decided
to fly in and dive and rip right into my n-e-c-k. These things you say
might be smoke on the roof. You don't see it bleeds through this windowless room and it fully consumes like a poodle in a monsoon. Eat spoonful of noodles made of steel wool, till you feel full.

Used to have a heart; now my ribs holster fire arms.
I'm shooting with a purposed bullet. Thats a cue for you to move, I'm lucid!
Used to have a heart; now my ribs holster fire arms.
I'm shooting with a purposed bullet. Thats a cue for you to move, I'm lucid!

Some dreams you force yourself awake! And some dreams you force yourself to make!
Some dreams you force yourself awake! And some dreams you force yourself to make!

The clouds are all mad but they rain like they're not.
I feel like a gnat, I shoulda been swat
out of your thoughts. I live in your crotch. "Flame light to a moth."
It's the life I've been taught.

Is it nerves or my guilt
attempting to kill
a romance that feels
too good to be real?
A thrill on a stilt.
Sex in a pill.
I'm sorry I spilt, I'm just ill with the quill.
Track Name: Let it Speak
I'm letting the music speak to me. Its reaching out eagerly,
screaming in my ear "ARE YOU HEARING ME?!"
I hear you loud, I hear you clearly
telling me "follow the yellow brick road!"
spoken in MJ quotes and woven in gold.
The cast iron fires required to reaching my goal have been exposed: ammonia under my nose!

(Follow me) This is my odyssey!
(I will lead) I clear my mind to see is it the smoke in the air? Are the stars up forming the shape of a bear?

(Follow me) This is my odyssey!
(I will lead) I clear my mind to see

I'm letting the music speaking to me but i"m coming back with questions.
"Is this what my quest is? I know my pen is well endowed but now that I have this new direction, how can you vow with sounds that I have been destined to write out confessions that allow a crowd an outlet for expression?" It says "every pensive session is dense with a message, life's about lessons. It makes no sense with out a depth of perception."

(Follow me) This is my odyssey!
(I will lead) I clear my mind to see is it the smoke in the air? Are the stars up forming the shape of a bear?

(Follow me) This is my odyssey!
(I will lead) I clear my mind to see

I'm lost in a foreign forest, don't know which way north is.
I'm not even sure if this is what a metaphor is.
My thoughts are like thorns to the florist: Annoying and impossible to avoid them.

My ballpoint is recording the calm before the storm hits.
I'm just trying to have it all make more sense.
For instance: These trees allow us to breath but the color of their leaves sing no difference to me.
Yet here i'm standing in a city divided racially
So I'm on the side of the line that has the whites face me.
I'm an underdog fighting a demigod, basically.
A lion fighting Goliath, I'm who I was raised to be.
It's obvious the political giants are stewing beef.
Violence to riots, that's how it grew to be?
Truthfully, we can heal this community.
Let's start today, beautifully, musically.

Look deep into these tiger's eyes,
please can we compromise?
We all need relief from the fibs and lies!
Look deep into these tiger's eyes,
please can we compromise?
We all need relief from the fibs and lies!

What we have here is a true opportunity for unity!
How many more times will we cry through a eulogy?
In this jungle, we rumble! Nah, we don't rest in peace!
So come together, bring the noise: Anthrax and public enemy.

My vibes are Neosporin, are you absorbing what I'm pouring?
I said my vibes are Neosporin, are you absorbing what I'm pouring? Make yourself absorbent.
Track Name: Numb Tongue
Reaching for reason, my breathing is speeding. My heart is beating out of my chest.
The whispers in my head are never speaking any sense.
The colors of your voice fill my sky with a light show.
The shadows only follow me as far as the light goes.

Woken up from a cold sleep: my spine pops, my toes crack.
Tongue is numb. I can't speak. I can't tell you how to act.

(I know we'll take some time just to get it right)
but I'm a mess, an actor at best, a disaster falling faster through your eyes.
(If the sky was mine, I would give you half)
if I could fly through time, I would back track just to swim in your laugh.
(As I write this song, you're probably writing too)
Share with me the lines you drew!
(Your heart is dripping ink, beautifully bold)
Left with armor scarred, and a tattooed soul!

I do all that I can to love her
(but she won't see me as a lover)
She says to me, her love hurts
(sex is her only concern)
Used to think of us as love birds
(but her lack of trust hurts)
Her love stained like blood spurts
(she says to love is much worse)
In my head these are just words
(She's bright but the sun burns)
One thing the dumb learn
(is to never ever look upwards)
She's quick to draw her gun first
(her trigger explodes with thunder)
Her voice hits my skin and punctures
(my ribs break, my lungs burst)
I stutter. I'm slipping under.
I need southern comfort.

I need southern comfort.
Track Name: Bridges
(I built these walls so quick,
it was easier to climb yours
than to tear mine brick by brick.
i'm never really sure
if my words do stick
or get caught up on the door.
I'm not as fit as I used to be,
it takes a bit more.

Six hits will get you lit but who needs it, when you're high like me?
I'm half asleep having a dream, writing on the sky using time as ink.
As my plane descends I hope my headache ends.
The sunlight sends vibes right through my lens.
Music is my medicine and rhythm is my etiquette.
My home is where your heart is, and as long I'm breathing, ain't no reason I would let go.
Tracing lines, you dance around the corners of my mental.
You restored my faith in the future, and put my head up on a pedestal.
You invaded my veins and you filled them with life.
You invaded my brain and you filled it with lights.

Where I come from, we build bridges over mud. I've given you everything I could ever give someone.
Where I come from, we build bridges over mud. I've given you everything I could ever give someone.

Where i'm from, we own masks stronger than bones.
And we're clever whenever we show 'em.
That's a fallacy, to say that I haven't tried or put in the time to see your galaxy...I'm reaching out from my balcony!
This mic is a brush and that world is a canvas.
One that I can touch but I can't rush what sand does.
Your love is a crutch, one that I can trust.
This can't be the last of our stanzas.

I've tried to say this before but I never get it out.
All the words I set aside for this wasted time.
It's heavier than I am letting on.
Track Name: Singularity
Ordinary is boring, so forge beyond the tides of normal.
Explorers are born to move us forward and bring us a new tomorrow.
Being a pioneer full of fear, my dear, is just a waste to me!
I know the stops along the way, complacent ain't the place to be!

This war we face is taking place right behind our horizon line.
Our swords, fully ablaze, maim the self appointed sanctified.
A vanishing finish line awaits the efforts of our time.
Solo we go, emerging as warriors of the mind.

Just specks of dust lost in a shadow, we dare to go where the light won't.
Bravely invading its chateau, war paint emblazoned across our clothes.
We are those who look at the sky and wonder at our place in the stars,
made from the dirt, we'll stand up first, completely unrivaled in soul and heart.

Dancing with the unknown, our tango leaves its mark.
Our work has just begun, to raise the flags of hope in the light of a distant sun. We've come further than anyone!

Don't go gentle into that night
(I've never been this far before) Don't go!
Rage, rage, rage against the dying of the light
(i'll never be this close again) Don't go!