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Muerta Oculta

by Nick Fields

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Empty hallways still echo our names Banished here for the way we behaved Animals at heart, human was our way Civilized we’re called, primal as the waves My mind is drawn thin, the same as my skin Nothing but bone and suffering within My ears are ringing with this silence I hear My eyes find nothing of interest here. Endlessly we’ve been travelling We’ll get there we say We’ll get there someday The walls look like where we have all been We’ll get there we say We’ll get there someday The light at the end of the hallway grows faint Our thoughts and hearsay We’ll get there someday My skin is flaking like these walls and their paint Will I make it today? Maybe some other day Muerta Oculta Muerta Oculta
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On our Journey through the double doors We see hallways so endless and full of whores Broken men and profiteers, I saw then just why I was here Forcing me off I pushed right on, Alluring hallways with walls that leer Into your back as you drift on, the tiles slick a sickly way Their eyes that drip like broken faucets, these people are statues with skulls of gray My Suit of black is bleaker still Faces drawn long by the gravity of time Broken still our beat will I walk the hallway with all that’s mine
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Hello there this world is Laissez Faire You'll find nothing with which you can compare The endless here is like nothing there This is the place where you will empty your stare Greying skulls and all our clambering souls Worn and torn the aging world enfolds We're all time pieces passing time untold We're wandering on like mindless fish in a bowl Muerta Oculta Muerta Oculta Don't worry now Your time has grown near You'll go on down and disappear Reflect on what's yours As you pass through that door Your existence becomes Prolonged and forlorn Your fretting because It's already begun You'll forget who you are How you've travelled so far All those things you had won What you'd do just for fun Your accomplishments The bad things you've done
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Let me tell you about a world That’s filled to the brim with emptiness Nothing to do, our sorrows plural It’s all within our pockets full When nothing’s left to weigh us down Then why is it that we must feel so heavy now? So heavy now, so heavy now. Did the weight just drag you down? Corners of lips turned to a frown But now it seems soaked to the bone So sorrowful, so heavy now Did the weight just drag you down? Corners of lips turned to a frown But now it seems soaked to the bone So sorrowful, so heavy now
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The sole of the shoe has worn thin Again and again a painful bruise on my skin Flaking more each day How much longer before I'm not the same The Soul I used to be is worn like the soles of my shoes are worn Like the color of my eyes has faded away Along with my longing to travel the hallway
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Go on my friend, you’ll push on through Double Doors leading to millions more One Thousand faces already seen No more voices and no more friends No more Classes and just one trend We’re graying, we’re behaving Only ourselves have we been maiming The steps you’ve taken have been taken before Like the sockets now empty, the eyes they used to store These hallways are full of nothing, just the vastness of our existence That fades like stars that have already died Our legs carrying the very light whose origin we’ve failed to recall These empty hallways still echo our names Banished here for the way we behaved Animals at heart, human was our way Civilized we’re called, primal as the waves Our past like a shadow the light’s still up ahead Hounding us like gods after belief is long dead Our minds self-destructing, or are they really coping? All that’s left is a suffering beyond pain With which we considered eloping We’ll ask ourselves again and again “what lies at the start of the hallway?” Never looking back fearing the shadow of the past Forward is the day that never dies and never sways Backward is the action that we’ll all consider last
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Threshold In my Mind It's Scored I feel like this place This Empty Space In between You and Me I'm enraged I'll Enfold I'll implode Purge my mind Empty Soul Burn my eyes Empty Holes Growing back Growing Cold Fade to Black Voids Behold Creator Empty Soul Growing Cold Greying Skull I'll see, the end Of The hallway One day I'll grow eyes never grow again Pulsing with a heart That's whithering inside I'll find the strength within Thresholds break inside Tearing through my skin Tearing through my skin
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One is lost and the others have died We’re all to blame, our corrupted minds To my dismay, we’re all the same Banished here for the way we behaved First to go, our vanity Our souls intact, insanity The world reflects our inner workings Amazing now, how empty it seems I know you think that you should move on I know you think that there’s something to be gained I used to think that I could’ve won I used to think that I was something more than just a stain I used to think about all the things that I could’ve done And I used to believe, as I passed the threshold again and again That there was a world out there waiting for someone like me Soon you’ll see that the truth comes from inside This world is a reflection of all of our lights The sources have already died And the walls are like mirrors, reflecting the lives Already long gone First to go, our vanity Our souls intact, insanity The world reflects our inner workings Amazing now, how empty it seems Who we are Who we are Who we are Who we are

about

Muerta Oculta is a meditation on existence, loosely conceived as a philosophical dialogue between innocence and experience as embodied in the characters of Danny and Verge who endlessly pace a liminal hallway. Danny's "innocence" is one of denial and defiance, an unwillingness to accept the perpetual emptiness of his existence while Verge's "experience" is one of capitulation and resignation that, in the end, provides a kind of consolation. Not strictly a narrative, the album charts the tensions and interplay of these opposing views.

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released December 28, 2013

All Music was written, recorded, mixed, mastered and produced by Nick Fields.
Made in association with Dancing Weasel Productions.

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Nick Fields Ohio

I am 21 years old, I've been making Electronic music for about 8 years. I've been playing the piano for 14 years, and I love exploring all different kinds of Electronic and other kinds of music.

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