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from Azhdahak by Lionel Pryor

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Written by Lionel Pryor
Produced by LP and Kevin Antreassian
Recorded and Engineered at Backroom Studios by Kevin Antreassian
Assistant Engineer by Scot Moriarty

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How are you feeling?
I don’t know...
How can you not know?
It hurts.
What part? The knowing or these things all around? Your brain and arms...
More the knowing...
The not knowing. More to know. Giving up...
Now it’s my arms. My heart. They say you can feel your heart in your arm. ...If you’re dying.
Who says that?
I don’t know.
How can you not know?
I like sitting here, I think, looking out at the whole everything...
The hole nothing. It’s so deep.
Or are you that shallow.
I can see it all pixelated, you know.
The colors in the void, little sparkles of blue and red, just like in the air.
If you watch them close they pass in front of each other and mix up.
I can feel my stomach like water. I’m like a pool of water.
Can I be that way?
Water don’t walk.
What would it be like if I stepped out there?
Could I suck in the cold black empty metal like pixels of air?
Why not?
There’s no air out there.
I can feel it all on my skin, like electricity.
Your veins are like wires.
You’d burst like a lemon in a hot cruel hand. Like a god hand.
All frozen, the blue cracks in my skin would turn black, and I’d fade...
If it’s all fake... Like a dream... What god would make this kind of machine.
Out there or in here? Which machine?
The machine is dreaming in a machine’s dream...
It has to end.
A step approaching singularity...
Ah, it’s like a sigh.
Relief? How?
I can see you in my hands so I can’t cover my eyes.
I would scream but no one would hear me.
There is no sanctuary.
The moon is cold.
No one is near me.
Sometimes you peer through it like a thin curtain.
Not me. Not anything.
But still everything.
I think I’ll grow a mustache.

Please.

credits

from Azhdahak, released April 1, 2013
Special Guest Violins : Tory Anne Daines of Those Mocking Birds
Words Written and Spoken by Nardi
Andy Longo: Piano // Keyboards

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Lionel Pryor Hasbrouck Heights, New Jersey

Lionel Pryor, is a three piece progressive instrumental experimental band from northern New Jersey, who have one intention: Melting Faces. Teetering on the brink of many genres but conforming to none. LP paints a picture which only only your mind can perceive. Let your consciousness be set free to the eargasmic sounds of Lionel Pryor. ... more

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