Our Lives in Transition

Today, I've tried something very new. I may do this in the future, or, I may not. It all depends on the response, because I don't want to waste your time--and if I can't communicate with you in one form or another, I'll choose to stick to my roots.

So, to begin, right CLICK HERE and choose "open new tab."

You can preview it, or download it. I spent 3 hours in the studio making it for you, and it's about nine minutes and twenty seconds in length.

For the hearing and patient impared I apologize, but I have included the bulk of this piece down below in text format!

[Intro, last part to Daddy X's "Freedom, lyrics:}

Unwind, these times, these tales, remind . to find peace inside , with no ideas of demise.

Where I, can be, at one, within , and choose the life of clarity one day at a time.

My focus skills are functioning, I breathe the air and rot and seize,

How many days are left like these, tomorrow's never guaranteed.

So I'll make today the best day of my life, try to give love and cause nobody strife -

For this is the time I was given to live, and every moment is truly my gift-yeah!

Freedom, freedom, freedom...

I won't take for granted my freedom

[Begin lxxy]

Hey guys, this is lxxy. We're going to try something new today, and due to the nature of its content G|M has requested I include a legal thingie. Well, if you're a lawyer, please skip ahead to the end of this track. It's in there somewhere. It's all about C.O.A., I suppose..because everyone has one, and some people are one.

Now, moving on. Today you will hear two tracks off of Tub Ring's album called The Great Filter. The first one is called "Requiem for a Robot," and the second, (they sonically tie to together, you see..) is entitled "Life in Transition." Within this MP3 I've included lyrics to that song, and helped sum the up for you utilizing my words. Hope they work well enough.

But as this song tries to explain, my view is merely one of many possibilities, and each one of us has a new set of perceptions to add.

Here we go....

[Requiem for a Robot]

[Sound: Arc welder]

Crap, stoopid megatronic space broadcaster! I'm going to give you FIVE seconds and by the time I cock my gun I want you to START working!

In Soviet Russia, radio broadcast you.

[Fade into Tub Ring's "Life in Transition"]

There was a shift among the ranks.

It wasn't subtle, but the changes they all came with a catch:

And many, so many, had tried and many had failed.

They lacked the vision to predict what was next...

• 
  And one dream was out of the picture,
  One try is all that you get.
  One life is not much to gamble,
  And so your work isn't finished yet!
  
  It's NOT what YOU recognize!
  So now your tenure is done.
  
  

You would embrace this life in transition, if only your pretense was gone.

There was a vision focused through a composition,

that the chemically imbalanced would know.

And over and over, they said, it's over and done with,
And that the choices of the few made it so.
And one piece of misinformation-
One guess is all that it takes!
One tale is passed out among us, and though untrue it was not a mistake.

It's NOT what YOU recognize!
So now your tenure is done.

You would embrace this life in transition, if only your pretense was gone.

***

[Foreign thoughts will infiltrate and slowly change the common man.

All who walk among us are rewarded as the diligent.

Rights are gained and taboos broken, build a concept once again-

Close the door on those who left, 'cause bitter men have bitter ends. ]

***

Just cause you've been there, just cause you know,
Just cause you're sure, it don't make you right.

Just cause you've been there, just cause you know,
Just cause you're sure, it don't make you right.


It's NOT what YOU recognize!
So now your tenure is done.

You would embrace this life in transition, if only your pretense was gone.

Just cause you've been there, just cause you know,
Just cause you're sure, it don't make you right.

Just cause you've been there, just cause you know,
Just cause you're sure, it don't make you right!

Now, to break this down.

First came man as a tribe, then came questions as to who we were and what we were doing here. Then came many answers, but only a few had enough wallop and strife within themselves to make their vision into actions. Call it what you must...a religion, an economic engine, nation, government....someone took THEIR PRECEPTS and rallied enough to climb their way to the top.

[Remember...my word association? Divide: Conquer]

But guess what humanity? You, like everyone else, doesn't matter because time dilutes your individual actions and collects them into a historical society.

It's not about what might happen tomorrow, what you did in your past.

It's what you do with your time today, this hour, this minute, this very second.

With your consciousness you have been given a gift, and I'd like to call it freedom. Freedom to be as you will. And within this reference of yourself, the life you are free to lead, we congregate on the earth and choose to move through time in each 24 hour span.

But we're only given usually about a century of experience, before our time here has to become null, so a new set of characters can play.

The only way you can save yourself from death is to leave enough waves of change, enough smiles to savor, exchanging handshakes and hugs. You do matter, as everything else here does. We're all, again, just matter.

Your consciousness is your avatar, your body a vehicle for exploration and interaction, and each day is your party line to the rest of the world.

If you don't believe in me yet, don't worry about it. I don't care, I'm just someone's dream, anyway. If you do believe in me, thank you, but forget about me. Take my work with you, internalize it, and share it with those around you.

A conversation free of strife is just one way to share our love.

You can build me a temple of worship, or give me a million dollar check, but I could care less. I have no stress, no strife, no fear. Your interaction is my true reward.

And as for that disclaimer...nah, but thanks Tub Ring, for giving me a way to help express myself! And thank you, too, audience, for listening to my bubbles of thought.

Over, out, tuned in but dropped up...

Until our next intersection in space-time, this has been lxxy--in light speed.

[Fade Into the last few seconds of the Great Filter; lyrics below]

Sleep now, it's getting late.
Soon we will participate,
In learning all the methods and the ends.

Weapons are just for sport,

'Cause there's nothing to report,

Boredom is the only thing we fend.

Moments pass, I'm forced to sit-
Humbled by the scope of it.
Ridding all dissention and all the pain;

Hours now will chip away,
Passion died upon that day,

Curiosity was left to blame.

So check it out...if you got here through http://www.ourlivesintransition.co.nr, you rawk. And so does .co.nr for giving me that domain name for free! ;D