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NIGHT TAPES - TELEVISION [LYRIC VIDEO]

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just another day in the self referential reality tunnel
song written by Night Tapes
mixed by Nathan Boddy
mastered by Matt Colton
impromptu tunnel exploring lyric video filmed by Britt Randma in Canada, Montreal. just before we got to warm up for L'imperatrice .
Lyrics:
television
I don’t want to become just a person
on my phone in ambiance
wanna be where the fun is
you refine until you crystallise
everybody’s television
anything can be a vision
everybody’s intermission
anything could be a part
these days, yeah
I just wanna be where the fun is
you can’t go back
you know too much now
you can’t go back
forward, forward
go on
you can’t go back
you know too much now
you can’t go back
forward, forward
go on
been refracting light through a prism
every single lie has been a prison
life lived on the edge
life lived on the border
treading waters end
I don’t miss it
I don’t miss it
I don’t miss it
hanging by a thread
you can’t go back
you know too much now
you can’t go back
forward, forward
go on
you can’t go back
you know too much now
you can’t go back
forward, forward
go on
———
I was sitting in the park , looking into a portal in my hands and worrying about the world. when I looked up I could see that there were lots of people in the park who, like me, had come to enjoy the park. everywhere I looked - they were in the portals in their hands. some were diving head first, some kept good posture & I thought to myself that at least singing with good technique requires good posture so hopefully when I’m 80, my body would still be somewhat up straight when I’m going somewhere. I also thought that this not how parks are meant to work. so I rumbled around in my useful portal, found a bottomless bag & tossed in it the first sentence of this song to use it later.
Herman Hesse has said : “There is no reality except the one contained within us. That is why so many people live such an unreal life. They take the images outside of them for reality and never allow the world within to assert itself.”
so I followed his advice, closed my eyes & formed a different portal that took me to my body in order to get into my inner world. I could feel my axis with the ground that I was sitting on, my chest slightly opened, my jaw parallel with the ground and and a string pulling me up from the top back of my head into to the sky. I then conjured a paintbrush painting all the different parts of my body the most relaxing and soothing colour until all of me was covered and my body was slightly humming, relaxed and slightly heavy. I then entered in from between my eyes and swam down towards my heart. this time my heart was a wooden cottage with ivy growing around it’s front door and windows. I opened the door and stepped into a white corridor . this time the floor was a river & I had to hop from a small stone to a small stone to get to the elevator at the end of the corridor. I pressed the button to go up & the door opened - a familiar friend greeted me & took me to the seventh floor, where my inner garden is.
my inner garden is secret so I can’t share any more of this, but here is a poem
nothing to remember
nothing to forget
in & out of consciousness
you thought you were dreaming
some dead dream
in the capital
of the end of the World
as you cut off a part of yourself
& called it a devil
but both the lower world
& the elevated world
are there to exist
as we are both & more
to be wrong & split
is in my nature
& you won’t see into
the shut chamber of my heart
as there I burn -
I purify
& am nourished
I came back from my secret garden the same way I entered. When I was ready, I opened my eyes and was transported back to the park.
some sentences that I feel resonate with this song:
people change. it is necessary to speak the truth in a caring way. when you lie to others you lie to yourself. lies are prisons. love is a bond that grows stronger over time. lust, beauty, novelty and grandiosity will fade over time. negativity is the enemy of creation (D. Lynch) . the revolution will not be televised (Gil Scott-Heron)
song written by Night Tapes
mixed by Nathan Boddy
mastered by Matt Colton
impromptu tunnel exploring lyric video filmed by Britt Randma in Canada, Montreal. just before we got to warm up for L'imperatrice .
Lyrics:
television
I don’t want to become just a person
on my phone in ambiance
wanna be where the fun is
you refine until you crystallise
everybody’s television
anything can be a vision
everybody’s intermission
anything could be a part
these days, yeah
I just wanna be where the fun is
you can’t go back
you know too much now
you can’t go back
forward, forward
go on
you can’t go back
you know too much now
you can’t go back
forward, forward
go on
been refracting light through a prism
every single lie has been a prison
life lived on the edge
life lived on the border
treading waters end
I don’t miss it
I don’t miss it
I don’t miss it
hanging by a thread
you can’t go back
you know too much now
you can’t go back
forward, forward
go on
you can’t go back
you know too much now
you can’t go back
forward, forward
go on
———
I was sitting in the park , looking into a portal in my hands and worrying about the world. when I looked up I could see that there were lots of people in the park who, like me, had come to enjoy the park. everywhere I looked - they were in the portals in their hands. some were diving head first, some kept good posture & I thought to myself that at least singing with good technique requires good posture so hopefully when I’m 80, my body would still be somewhat up straight when I’m going somewhere. I also thought that this not how parks are meant to work. so I rumbled around in my useful portal, found a bottomless bag & tossed in it the first sentence of this song to use it later.
Herman Hesse has said : “There is no reality except the one contained within us. That is why so many people live such an unreal life. They take the images outside of them for reality and never allow the world within to assert itself.”
so I followed his advice, closed my eyes & formed a different portal that took me to my body in order to get into my inner world. I could feel my axis with the ground that I was sitting on, my chest slightly opened, my jaw parallel with the ground and and a string pulling me up from the top back of my head into to the sky. I then conjured a paintbrush painting all the different parts of my body the most relaxing and soothing colour until all of me was covered and my body was slightly humming, relaxed and slightly heavy. I then entered in from between my eyes and swam down towards my heart. this time my heart was a wooden cottage with ivy growing around it’s front door and windows. I opened the door and stepped into a white corridor . this time the floor was a river & I had to hop from a small stone to a small stone to get to the elevator at the end of the corridor. I pressed the button to go up & the door opened - a familiar friend greeted me & took me to the seventh floor, where my inner garden is.
my inner garden is secret so I can’t share any more of this, but here is a poem
nothing to remember
nothing to forget
in & out of consciousness
you thought you were dreaming
some dead dream
in the capital
of the end of the World
as you cut off a part of yourself
& called it a devil
but both the lower world
& the elevated world
are there to exist
as we are both & more
to be wrong & split
is in my nature
& you won’t see into
the shut chamber of my heart
as there I burn -
I purify
& am nourished
I came back from my secret garden the same way I entered. When I was ready, I opened my eyes and was transported back to the park.
some sentences that I feel resonate with this song:
people change. it is necessary to speak the truth in a caring way. when you lie to others you lie to yourself. lies are prisons. love is a bond that grows stronger over time. lust, beauty, novelty and grandiosity will fade over time. negativity is the enemy of creation (D. Lynch) . the revolution will not be televised (Gil Scott-Heron)
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