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Grand Tours

by Seaside Holiday

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    Produced by Cara McQuate, Morgan McQuate, Mastered by Nicholas Rowe for National Audio Preservation Society, Mixed by Morgan McQuate at Basement Barracks, Track 8 mixed by Ronnie Martin at Eep Society, Track 1 drums composed by Connor Ford Thompson, Photography and artwork by Zackariah Cole, Album design and layout by Larissa Cole and Jon Cole, Visual Production Assistance by Jon Cole

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Wartime Recollections: Voyager 2 Words - C. McQuate Music – C. McQuate, M. McQuate Do you remember? A time now so unfamiliar Before all our plans Grew so out of hand A time when there was more than A moribund ember Tired, aging, bitter remnants But far too indifferent to cause a fuss Once there was more than us Security firmly rooted in trust Sometimes I see a brilliant light Flooding over the trees In shadows cast, here in the scraps We’ve claimed and set up camp Biding our time as potential dries Out on the line Don’t go and speak of what might lie Beyond this debris Detached and stagnant Measured shielding of the senses Comforts hand crafted Noble deeds the solace Unnerved by silence Fear perishing as no more than an unknown A drive inborn, an inherent bent For elevation, entitlement Once we knew reverence Now we just live to run from exit Sometimes I see a brilliant light Flooding over this scene In shadows cast In radiant scraps We’ve docked and set up camp Biding time as the years fly by But we’re doing just fine Don’t go and preach of what could be Beyond this debris
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The End of All Things : New Horizons Words - C. McQuate Music – C. McQuate, M. McQuate Is it all poured out In clamor and whispered shouts? Smoke costumes the proud and paralyzed Two lungs to speak, two eyes for sight What sum is to pay When the woolen fall away? Can the shattered rebuild piece by piece? Still light seeps through shard’s vacancy Passed by a venial crime Drifting in and out of sleep Warm, sedate, and medicated Reckoner fails to gate lies Shelter in a band of common enemies Long played the fifes signal song Yet in silence, fell into line All I need is nothing All I need is need Hands clasped tightly to wounds festering Truth cut through heart’s iron bars Light no longer infected by the dark We begin at the end of all things Pushed past and through the barbed wire Clothed in sheets of friendly fire Thick haze, liberties ablaze To the peril, senses maimed To foxholes they dove Deceptions alleged, allied Stirred as peg breaks from the hasp Over fields bathed by the sun’s orange cast All I need is nothing All I need is need Hands clasped tightly to wounds festering Truth cut through heart’s iron bars Light no longer infected by the dark We begin at the end of all things What sum is to pay When the woolen fall away? Can the shattered rebuild piece by piece? Still light seeps through shard’s vacancy We begin at the end of all things …
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A Vacation in Exile: Pioneer 10 Words - C. McQuate Music – C. McQuate, M. McQuate Madness born of inaction Outside, follicles fade and change Idolizing, demonizing Cradling chronic pain A vague memory of the future The mirage of a life well lived Landfills piled high with Yesterday’s wonder The ceaseless day folds into night Walking shadows in line of sight Eminence to crestfallen Abreaction in wrapped box Circumstance bears no prejudice The feeblest, they convalesce A vacation in exile Let loose the grip on life to find it Complacency a padding Reposed, leading practical paths Any softness is exploited And so it goes … Unified are the complicit Despite amnesiac tendencies The indispensable they crumble As the crow flies The ceaseless day folds into night Walking shadows in line of sight Eminence to crestfallen Abreaction in wrapped box Circumstance bears no prejudice The feeblest, they convalesce A vacation in exile Let loose the grip on life to find it
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Blue Mass Patch: Ranger 6 Words - C. McQuate Music – C. McQuate, M. McQuate Waking up in withdrawal Discordant half-truths Ring through fractured skull Is it sun or is it rain? Seems so trivial In the bomb’s flash blaze Palsied by near miss decoys Counterfeit allies That sought to destroy Deep set scars, phrenic track marks Clothe soul that endures Beyond halt of a heart All hands on deck Palms stained in auburn red Can you rest your head With so many words left unsaid? The blue mass patch, lift and collapse Outliers still revive in dark’s aftermath Courageous cannon fodder Conjoined for wandering Heedless, self-infirm Earthbound for now, fading Music never heard Born remembering We’re all born remembering… All hands on deck Palms stained in auburn red Can you rest your head With so many words left unsaid? The blue mass patch, lift and collapse Outliers still revive in dark’s aftermath
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Marked Time: Pioneer 11 Words - C. McQuate Music – C. McQuate, M. McQuate Empty fields and a loaded gun On the run from the setting sun Outlaws born from within the bars Marred by fine lines Fires ablaze once, now growing weak Youthfulness melts in the heat Hoarded dreams now steadily Slip from our grip Corridors resonate with sound Burning heart never to be found Cut the losses and carry on Conceal the wounds Marked times evades most watchful eye Silent, subtle, breaks through the lines An existence opaque A cold sedated state Stockpiled high, disordered loves Modes of thought, they shock the system How’d we land, where’s the battle drum? Downward coast grinds against our will And serves to define Marked times evades most watchful eye Silent, subtle, breaks through the lines An existence opaque A cold sedated state Stockpiled high, disordered loves All life grows old All fondness grows cold The closest and the dearest Find a safer distance Marked times evades most watchful eye Silent, subtle, breaks through the lines An existence opaque A cold sedated state Stockpiled high, disordered loves
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Etchings of Yesterday: Voyager 1 Words - C. McQuate Music – C. McQuate, M. McQuate A dull sense of caution with each turning hand These cells that connect, rooted in foreign land How is it that we have awakened here? Settling for the mundane When accomplishment was intended plan Long overdue for a move Stumbling on heaps of discarded dreams Sordid reality that we are just ordinary Sailing through mental landscapes The vast expanse that confines Remain etchings of yesterday Reflections of all those things that were left behind A curse that detracts and yet drives Compulsion toward emptiness The old haunts now so constricting Measured overthinking reigns This rising panic contrived Let’s leave here tonight Obstacles implanted from years of order Coursing through the veins Penchant for disorder The winner in the end, is it heart or head? Rallying of the remnants When the driving force for all this discourse Is clouded and unclear Strike out again as though to find a gem Uncovering worst case We’re little more than commonplace Sailing through mental landscapes The vast expanse that confines Remain etchings of yesterday Reflections of all those things that were left behind A curse that detracts and yet drives Compulsion toward emptiness The old haunts now so constricting Measured overthinking reigns Burn all that lies in the way Set forth in new terrain Sailing through mental landscapes The vast expanse that confines Remain etchings of yesterday Reflections of all those things that were left behind A curse that detracts and yet drives Compulsion toward emptiness The old haunts now so constricting Measured overthinking reigns This rising panic contrived Let’s leave here tonight
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The Clouded Slate: Venera 9 Words - C. McQuate Music – C. McQuate, M. McQuate Stock phrases all welded together So irrevocably Displaced amidst the familiar And preconditioned roles An offering Through a ventricle ajar Prone lying vulnerable Begin the customary dance To underpin the void within Tumbleweeds, tattered proclamations Characterize the miles Tread worn souls shackled together By verse and words and time Hollowed casings Halfhearted motions set In crowded terminals Once grandiose and vivid vows held weight In meadows of the credulous mind A brave face for the obstacles to come With my hand in yours, we resemble one Decisions so brash, through "a synaptic flash" Harbinger of the chronic fate Again washing over a clouded slate Unfeeling or is it just indifference? There where it last was dropped Is your lavish Imagination On woefully plain tile The crawl toward hope A pace too far away Silvery dawn cresting soon will fade Wave off the smoke mistook for fire- Arms to inflict and to console A brave face for the obstacles to come With my hand in yours, we resemble one Decisions so brash, through "a synaptic flash" Harbinger of the tattered faith Again washing over a clouded slate I’ve got a long list of grievances I’ve got, I’ve got And you’ve got A long list of grievances You’ve got, you’ve got Hedging all bets on tomorrow When nothing is certain today Hiding away so as to escape The tendency to stray A brave face for the obstacles to come With my hand in yours, we resemble one Decisions so brash, through "a synaptic flash" Harbinger of the chronic fate Again washing over a clouded slate Now brace, brace for the obstacles to come With my hand in yours, we resemble one Decisions so brash, through "a synaptic flash" Harbinger of the chronic fate Again washing over a clouded slate
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Wreckage Required: Galileo Words - C. McQuate Music – C. McQuate, M. McQuate Shaken so suddenly Soul comatose stirs within Now traipsing at the heels Of a reaper grim The grisly sight alone Ingrown, undetectable By mirrors but claims a toll Stalwart clones who fell in line With free hands, don shackles to bind Traceable by the stench of internal decay Long live the error of our ways The wreckage that is required To salvage the mutineers With open arms Welcoming the changing of the guard In the lonely, vapid mist The poses as home We have never marched alone Mottled with sores Lumen showcases the leper state Two able hands hold tight To the anchor weight A visceral bind Plummeting fall far exceeds the climb Face down in bloody pool Depraved soul’s darkest of night Strongest grip to shield the blind Reassignment of scars In the battered beauty Hope far exceeds a lifelong malady The wreckage that is required To salvage the mutineers With open arms Welcoming the changing of the guard In the lonely, vapid mist The poses as home We have never marched alone The wreckage that is required To salvage the mutineers With open arms Welcoming the changing of the guard In the lonely, vapid mist The poses as home We have never marched alone Never marched alone
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The Enduring Fade: Venera 10 Words - C. McQuate Music – C. McQuate, M. McQuate   Graffiti lines, depraved from the start Asphalt confines and barbed wire scars Herein we bind and claim control Together in pantomime Divisions equalized by The cardiac chamber of our souls   These earned scars Attest to life Allure marred Indebted to time Languid charge Our paradigm And an epitaph fades In the wind and in the rain   Linear lines Mark chronology Eight decades of trying to untie Dropped with a bent, birthed with a curse In this brief stay we rehearse   These earned scars Attest to life Allure marred Indebted to time Languid charge Our paradigm And an epitaph fades  In the wind and in the rain   Sparsely penned rhymes Transcribed within cells To symbolize and chart our strides Etched for the role of commoner Always the weight Of varied methods of escape   These earned scars Attest to life Allure marred Indebted to time Languid charge Our paradigm And an epitaph fades In the wind and in the rain

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released June 28, 2016

Produced by Cara McQuate Dziak, Morgan McQuate, Mastered by Nicholas Rowe for National Audio Preservation Society, Mixed by Morgan McQuate at Basement Barracks, Track 8 mixed by Ronnie Martin at Eep Society, Track 1 drums composed by Connor Ford Thompson, Photography and artwork by Zackariah Cole, Album design and layout by Larissa Cole and Jon Cole, Visual Production Assistance by Jon Cole

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