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Flight of the Oscillator

by Jupiter's Incense

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Dugolas Because this band transports me into a massive ship that travels through the solar system with a space rocking stereo... they make me believe in space bats again!... SPACE!! Favorite track: Master Collider I: No Disintegrations.
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Reaper Crew 07:16
We cast our bodies to the ground In expectation we waited with breath all but baited In the slowness of evening’s decline ‘Found ourselves as the motives The victims of hatred and spite The cogs that turn your design A wretched tourniquet Corruption seeps from the wound Stand your ground in this misdirection And through the wasted ages a fire rages Stand your ground in this disaffection Free from the bonds and cages, a fire rages You got the best of me, I’ll take what’s left of you You got the best of me but I can see right through your disguise You got the best of me, they’ll find what’s left of you You got the best of me, what’s left of me is haunting you Within the quickening heat our veins align with the beat The smoky silhouette of what we were before the defeat Smothered in lines that you fed, bathed in the blood that we bled The wake we leave behind: a catalyst to stand your ground Weakness affording power harbored in the sands of disbelief Clutching the shadows of Europa A distant memory of what we were before the defeat The Faceless Alchemist we hoped for Stand.
White Gloves 06:28
Spread our wings, take to the sky An escape we’ll make, into night we’ll fly From the ache of where we've been and what we've left behind Buried beneath the leaves - a chamber of rust Long gone is the intrigue, all promises hushed What strength do I need to bury all your deceit? But can you trust yourself to find a more perfect shade of you? ‘Cause here and now there is nothing you won’t do for you You only trust yourself Louder now, and desperately A tattoo my heart, I am the word that bleeds And as evening sheds her tears, will she beckon you? Buried in misery and written in dust And what of the intrigue, or the years you crushed? I’ll find what strength I need to bury all my defeat Your easy words to see me through An anxious heart, this coat of arms And after all is done and said Your gloves so white now stained with red Do you trust yourself?
We found the ghost of fevered dreams Stalking the path that you left behind The wreckage we piled high against the splintered skyline Within this fracture we exist; the progeny of your disease Damned as we open our eyes We’ll drive you out I’m falling faster into you Hear their cry for, “War! Peace! Anything but trust!” Spilling from their mouths: acid With me, lay them face down to rest among the rats Strengthened by this black nativity The faceless quickly still all thought of what’s been done to me Violate this stand, with pride beneath our feet Stripped of all its color is a flag of irony When will walls come down? Broken space and sound Throats ragged from their screams I’ll violate the trust you placed in me Can’t you hear their calling or see their heads held high? Consider this fair warning, we free our bonds tonight
Without End 03:27
I always said the stars aligned for us, now the constellations read How could you be so sure that you’d seen the end of me? Well, in the mire of war choosing sides is a luxury That I can’t afford, I’m not the man I was before I am designed by celestial winds, yet to their glory I won’t sing While unbecoming, without my end you’d have no means Could you spare us? No, please spare us Wave goodbye! Shoulder the regret We are who we are, who could ever forget? So judge us, forsake us - you did your best to undo us But I cannot, will not let this go
Distance 04:09
Clever twisted little silhouettes in the ashen candlelight Broken whispers, still remains The fear inside of us; tangled in its nets, too preoccupied to breathe The callous ghosts that we became Find a meaning in the time we spent here waiting in the dark Will the hope we seek be found? Past the wreckage of our fragile hopes The miles are only numbers, the words only sounds The moon will rise to duel the night And I will haunt the stars Little sister, hide your dreams away from the darkness that you found Shapeless shifters, heavy chains We: the drifters on a voyage back to the place where we belong They: the hunters and the slain Through the airlock comin’ for you As your veins give way to ice, pray your aim could still be true Attention! Attention! All commands! Attention all commands! And we will rise to duel the night A dream to haunt the stars A spectral vision of the earth Her face a sea of scars The loneliness we birthed
Spacebats 03:20
The cold black echo sending cracks down this skin ‘Round and ‘round he spins as their eyes lead the way Even when you’re not okay, you’re not okay Crushing all that lays beneath our tender hearts and clenching teeth Nothing might persuade, you’re not okay Even when you’re okay, you’re not okay Don’t you wanna come play with me? Abandon your fragile body Don’t you wanna come play with me? Abandon your sense of security
Don’t pretend your choices ever fought fair We weren't dealt these hands Suspended inhibitions made self-aware Our moves discrete And as your final hour nears Will you question when your fortunes faded? I am the King of Knives! Silently seeking the subtle place beneath your jaw I am your wasted time! An estimation in weakness and resolve Oh, the trap is baited Your fortune faded The sudden realization as your life seeps through your hands Of all the cheap surrenders, could this be fear? Well, I’ll be damned.
Floored by the insolence of outer space Making our motives meet a dissonance With arrogance, a pestilence smothered Lay the track to our namesake, the same mistake Convened on the lips of your influence A vividness our thoughts caress, woven meticulously Let the shadow enfold us We plead to stay, but long to flee Choke on the fright calcified Darkness might revel in despair Whispered prayers, losing air Ignite us Negative space, the “hello” of when brick meets face Encircled like rabid hounds (they circle like hounds) Should we fail, who would know? Immolate! Would you tell of our final salute? Our saws on tyrannical roots Projections of decay (our hope won't decay) Gone our souls, void our home Disintegrate! O, come ye now for us Assembled from wicked designs But, in short I still find joy in haunting you, Shifty. Flames and dark wings bear you home
Drifting through a valley ageless Mortal intent and jagged pages Descending on this moon They've breached the airlock Pain! Fear! Wounded hope! Safe days uncertain Rising through the stars and conjured horizons We put teeth to the mark Becoming the lions in this fight for our lives
Remove yourself from this charade in which you’re caught Before the knife between your ribs names you betrayed With sick resolve I saddled all those little things The smoking barrel’s rise to the lips of tempted fate With eyes of ivory crown this mockery Thorns and scented flames
Mark these words: I need to hear and see Communication fill the sails of apathy To end this disconnect verbose apostasy Will you still raise the sails of apathy? Still we muse the call of the Void The consequence of what I’ve done Lurking, pull at the strings Martyr, the lasting belief that you could bleed my process The beast laments A remorse tarred black slips from the teeth Wicked and mocking We made a stand before the end! Losing touch of who I was before A passing lunacy I long for an easy way out of this To make sense of a life without hatred, or envy, or grief I’ll resurrect this Hell that you would exact upon me From the mouth of a Construct
Oscillator 03:36
Is this the end-game we have reached? With vision blurred and slurring speech Am I your castaway Prophet of demise? Drawing the slack in your lies with those chastened hands Ha, ha, ha, “Care.” Make our way back down! Give me your hands so I may see the scars upon them I love, I loath, but every human need not know What hangs in the discord Give me your hands so I may see Taking back what you took from me.


released September 2, 2014

Jupiter’s Incense is:
Will Gardner // Guitar, Vocals
Todd Pope // Drums
Jody Wolford // Guitar, Vocals
Michael Zimmerman // Bass, Vocals

All music by Jupiter’s Incense
All lyrics by Will Gardner & Michael Zimmerman
Guest Vocals on “Reaper Crew” by Aaron Crotts and D.J. Wood
Samples in “Reaper Crew” taken from Sir Ian McKellen’s reading of Sir Thomas More, a play written by Anthony Munday, Henry Chettle, William Shakespeare, and others.

Mixed and produced by Will Gardner
Recorded at Agamemnon Studios
Artwork, design, and layout: Will Gardner, Michael Zimmerman, and Kenny Wells

Jupiter’s Incense would like to thank:
Joseph Little, Aaron Crotts, D.J. Wood, Cole Sweat, Philip Laughlin, Robby Evans, Dennis Looze, Cory Evans, Tyler C. Key, Kayla Leemkuil, Anna Tracy, Candy Phelps, Daniel Irving, Jack Thomasson, Kenny Wells, Douglas Nash, Josh Moon, Doug Mendez, Chris Glatt, Eric Schar, Nathan Roberts and the Drowsy Poet, The Schoolhouse Venue, our families, friends, and loved ones, and you.



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