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released June 24, 2016

written by CASHUS FLOW
produced by FIVE SICKS

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Track Name: In Orbit
(verse 1)
THE VASTNESS OF ABSENCE, THE VOID I'VE ENJOYED
IN A LABYRINTH OF ANTHEM-LESS DROIDS PARANOID.
COULDN'T SHARE ALL MY WARES CUZ THE POWERS ENCOUNTERED ENSNARED THE UNAWARE, AND COWARDICE SHOWERED.
BUT I'M ORBITING SURE OF THINGS, OUT WHERE IT'S BOUNDLESS.
NO CHORDS OR STRINGS, THE CHORUS SINGS A MOUNTING OF COUNTLESS
UNSUNG, DUSTY-LUNGED VOICES OF THE CHOICE-LESS
UNSTRUNG AND STUCK HUNG, POINTLESSLY HOISTED.
I CAN SEE THE SHOOKEN IN THEIR EYES BUT TAKE A LOOK UP AT THE SKIES
THERE'S A BOOKING FOR THE WISE AND A HOOK IN IT'S DISGUISE.
FOR THOSE WHO KNOW THE DIFFERENCE LOOK INSIDE.
LET YOUR CONSCIENCE BE YOUR GUIDE, IT'S NOT A BUNCH OF JIVE.
BE YOURSELF, FREE YOURSELF. I'LL BE FLOATING WITH ME, MYSELF, AND FIVE SICKS' SEISMIC SOUND WAVES IN SEAS OF STELLAR VIBRATIONS. MEDITATING WITH THE CONSTELLATIONS
IN SILENCE THE NIGHT NEVER ENDS IN THE MIND WITH US.
THE LIGHT NEVER SHINES WHERE WE HIDE BUT THE UNBLINDED EYE CAN FIND IT IF THEY TRY.
THE UNKNOWN IS GREATER THAN SCIENCE CAN EVEN IMAGINE ADVANCING
AND DEEPER THAN FATHOMS BENEATH ATLANTIS.

(verse 2)
IT'S THE FINAL FRONTIER, CUZ ANYBODY TIME TRAVELING'S PROBABLY WINDING UP HERE, WITHOUT A PLAN OF GETTING BACK HOME.
WE JUST DISAPPEARED FROM THE RANGE KINDA STRANGE LIKE
I'D BEEN NAILING DOWN TRACKS WITH VOCALS LIKE SOME TRAIN SPIKES.
ALL FUCKING DAY LONG, WORKIN' ON THE RAILS TO COAST STRAIGHT THRU YOUR TRAIN OF THOUGHTS AND BLAZE A COUPLE TRAILS.
OPENING THE SCOPE FOR YOUR FOCUS TO ELOPE WITH A CLEARER VIEW OF HOPE, AND THEN I HAD TO BOAT
BACK TO THE STARS WITH SOME SAMPLES IN A JAR AND AN AMPLE AMOUNT OF PLANETS SURROUNDING US FROM AFAR
LOOKING DOWN AND JUST PATIENTLY OBSERVING.
SEEMS THESE ENERGIES ARE PLEASED WITH THE WEIGHTLESS UNIVERSES.

(verse 3)
I'M NOT SPACED OUT, COMPLACENT, OR FACED WITH DOUBT.
I'M JUST A WEE SPROUT CULTURALLY DEVOUT.
I RIDE ALONG THE EXPECTED TRAJECTORY OF MY PROJECTED FEELINGS YET TO BE EXPRESSED, AND YET THEY'RE LEADING
EVERY ROTATION, GAINING FRACTIONS OF TRACTION
ON FERTILE GROUNDS THAT LAY THE PATH TO YOUR UNDERSTANDING, IT'S MATH KID. AND A LITTLE LANDSCAPING.
PLANTED WITHIN THE PLANET OF HABITS THAT CAN'T SHAKE ME.
OUR HABITAT OF MAGIC AND ANARCHY, FROM PALACE TO POVERTY
THE FACTS REMAIN INTACT WITH OUR FAMILY.
THAT PUTS MADNESS IN THE HANDS OF A GENIUS.
AND ONCE YOU LEARN TO LOVE THERE'LL BE NOTHING STANDING BETWEEN US, BUT MERCURY AND VENUS
AND THE REDISCOVERY OF OUR SPECIES.
I KNOW IT'S SOUNDING OUT OF REACH FOR NOW BUT TRUST ME IT'S EASY.
NOBODY TAUGHT YOU HOW TO FLY? STRENGTHEN YOUR WINGSPREAD.
AND WHEN YOU DECIDE YOU WANNA SEE OUTSIDE YOUR MIND THEN BRING FRIENDS.

(verse 4)
WE'RE OUT IN ORBIT STILL MEASURING AND RECORDING THE EFFECTS OF OUR PRESENCE ON THIS EXISTENTIAL PORTRAIT AT PRESENT
TIME AND SPACE, COMBINED IN ONE YOU'LL FIND THE SUM
THE SHINING SUN. NEARLY NINETY-THREE MILLION MILES FROM US.
WITHIN THE FRAME OF POETIC AIM THE PICTURE IS PERFECT.
ALL THE SPLENDOR AND BEAUTY THAT ONE COULD WISH FOR AND WORSHIP.
BUT THERE'S A LENS ON YOUR VISION SO YOUR PERCEPTION IS DIFFERENT.
IT KEEPS OUR ENERGIES SEPARATE ON THE SPECTRUM OF WISDOM.
IMPERFECTION IS THE GLITCH IN THE SYSTEM, THE WORLD WE LIVE IN.
THE EYE OF THE BEHOLDER IS A SUBJECT TO OPINION.
FROM ULTIMATE INDIFFERENCE TO PHILOSOPHICAL MINIONS
I'M WATCHIN' YA'LL FROM ON TOP OF THE GLOBE
TALKIN' IT OVER AND THINKIN'…
HOW LONG TIL WE'RE BACK IN THE LAP OF GRAVITY
AND MAN IT'S BEEN A WHOLE LOTTA FUN CONFUSED WITH TRAGEDY.
IT'S LEFT ME WITH A WHOLE BUNCH OF LOVE DISGUISED AS APATHY.
TRIUMPH, TAKE A LOOK UP AT THE SKY, YOU KNOW WHERE I AM.

(verse 5)
WE STAY UP UP HIGH IN CLOUDS WAY ABOVE SKIES
RISING LIKE THE MORNING WITH A SUBTLE TOUCH OF SUNSHINE.
CELESTIAL TERRESTRIALS PENCIL ME IN AT LUNCHTIME.
EVERY OTHER DAY I'M BACK AROUND THE WAY, IT'S SUBLIME
LIKE CLOCKWORK UNWINDING. A PACIFIST WITH PUNCHLINES
HAGGARD WITH A HUNCHED SPINE, LANGUAGE OF THE TONGUE-TIED.
IN THE LAND OF MILK AND HONEY WHERE THE BUTTER FLIES
RIGHT UP OFF THE TONGUE, FUNKDAFIED, WITH A LUNGER VIBE.
THE RAIN BOWS LIKE THE FLOWS OF THE TROUBLED TIDE.
THE SHRUG INSIDE A STRUGGLING STRIDE WHILE OTHERS RUN AND HIDE.
THE JUGGLED LIVES TUMBLING, THUNDERING INTO MUFFLED MICS
CATCH A BOLT OF LIGHTNING ONCE IT STRIKES, CATCHING UPWARD FLIGHT.

(outro/bridge to "Tamboo")
WE STAY UP UP HIGH IN CLOUDS WAY ABOVE SKIES
RISING LIKE THE MORNING WITH A SUBTLE TOUCH OF SUNSHINE
AND THE UNTOUCHABLE SUBJECT OF JUST RHYMIN'S MAKIN' SOME UNCOMFORTABLE, I'LL SAVE IT FOR ANOTHER TIME.