Attack, Retreat, Then Attack Again of the AcoustiChromatic Pixies

The Great Divide: i) A Timeless Sea That Dreamed of Sand
The Great Divide: ii) God-Man-Fugue
The Great Divide: iii) Something In Heaven Bleeds
The Great Divide: iv) The Meeting
The Great Divide: v) Resonate
The Great Divide: vi) Our Darkest Hour
The Great Divide: vii) A Wish

The River's Bend
Seven Journeys East

Attack, Retreat, The Attack Again of the AcoustiChromatic Pixies


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The Great Divide

The Great Divide: i) A Timeless Sea That Dreamed of Sand


We started out without beginning
a timeless sea that dreamed of sand
a wave of thought throughout set spinning
stretching outward into land

Whole galaxies were born, but yet conformed to planning
as Mind desired to expand
toward inward depth of understanding
that only evanescence can

Create the construct: God and Man

But unforeseen by thought immortal
A consequence of space and time
the amaranthine Mind was helpless
to console the ones who die

And so began the great divide

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The Great Divide: ii) God-Man-Fugue


"Intricate being, delicate child, don't you know you will always have been here?
Memories are made, your existence is not betrayed, history is swayed by your will
Sadness and sickness bring depth to experience, but permanence not what you're thinking
for you shine brightest in moments enlightened to live your own marvelous dreams
I wish you could see
I wish you could see
I wish you could see with what you call my eyes”

“Father, I hear you, but can you not see? I can’t count my life by your measure
Here in the real world we fight to survive as desires and dreams die by the day
How can you possibly promise us anything if you can’t promise tomorrow?
Hearing your words is revealing the distance, it seems you just don't understand
I wish you could feel
I wish you could feel
I wish you could feel with what you call my soul”

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The Great Divide: iii) Something In Heaven Bleeds


“Spirit on high, why are you so elusive?
Why must I cry - you so seldom answer
If I’m your child, how can you stay so distant?
Something in heaven bleeds.

Mirrored on earth struggle and pain intrinsic
If I’m of God, God must have his demons
How can this be? We can make sense of nothing
Help us, your children plead

Why must we die?
Are you offended?
Surely a father would not leave us afloat here to grieve

Thundering skies
hover, suspended
suggesting the Spirit we speak of is nothing like what we’ve believed

Soon there arose prophets with explanations
factions evolved – each with its own idol
praying for peace, power and special favors
deities appeased with blood

Humankind was soon resigned to cast the Mind aside
as powerful leaders emerged by assigning
their wars, the weather, all the ways of the world to wills of
counterpart creatures in heavens which could not be pleased
until all who would question were brought to their knees...

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The Great Divide: iv) The Meeting


Feeling the distance, the Mind saw creation decay
the one who had given it life watched it turning away
never before had rejection existed, but now
counting the cost in this kingdom of loss, wondered how to heal this divide

The Mind recognized it had made what it could not contain
A universe filled with such promise had brought so much pain
A curious question had turned out destructive design
The immortal mind found itself alone just biding time...

...When out of the darkness a remedy came like a flash
beaming with hope a redeeming could happen at last
maybe true empathy might close the gap that had grown
The mind chanced a part of itself into frail flesh and bone
to bridge this divide

Walking among them, the Mind felt no longer alone
even while drifting down rivers of newfound unknown
In the great meeting, we started to cross the divide
“God” and “Humanity” staring in each other’s eyes

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The Great Divide: v) Resonate


The words began to propagate like sunlight nearing dawn
the Mind's revealing captivating the hopeless and withdrawn
with stories told of shifting tides and strings which resonate
within the souls inside the words began to propagate

The lessons you've been taught have pitted perfect versus good
Now paralyzed, you're caught while standing where your heroes stood
The powers of death can seize control the day they tame your thoughts
It's time for breaking free from all the lessons you've been taught

Your heaven's hidden here beneath the pillow of the sky
You'll find it as the fear, the greed, and ego each subside
Revealing lost potential as your ears can finally hear
in healing tones that call you home your heaven's hidden here

Clerics and royalty - powers in jeopardy
"If this philosophy propagates - resonates - who do they designate
as their bridge god-to-man? We're nowhere in the plan!
This won't stand, no, we cannot let this seed grow - Kill it!

There's more to life than growing old - survival at what cost?
What gains a soul to win the world if dignity is lost?
So laugh and sing, it frees you from your captors and control
and even those who threaten death. There's more to life than growing old.

A song of hope began to rise as hundreds heard the tale
Corrupted powers surprised to find their threats and beatings failed
to crush the revolution and its spirit's growing cries
for justice and for peace, a song of hope began to rise

Leeches and royalty don't release easily
Elite eventually found weakness:
Humanity's confusion
Distribution of the books of revolution
…but twisted to support their own ends

Pretending to ascend as representatives of God, promising heaven
with a wink and a nod

An afterlife in exchange for earthly powers,
equality eclipsed by spires and towers
all pointing to space as heaven gets showered by arrows and bullets and
sowing the seeds of our darkest hour

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The Great Divide: vi) Our Darkest Hour


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The Great Divide: vii) A Wish


Examining the damage done, envision only more to come, we're angered
at how religion went awry, the hell in holy guise revealed
Twisted by despotic kings, now faith appears an empty thing, unanchored
Science, rise and heal

Wounded by this history we medicate humanity dismissing
any thought we can't explain as chemistry the brain let go astray
Yet science' Achilles heel of pride is helpless healing holes inside and missing
hope for brighter days

Afflicted battles of our past have pushed us all to wake at last and focus
on pointless battles of our time between belief and mind empirical
not realizing what's perceived depends which stories we believe - the locus
of the logical

I wish we could see
I wish we could see with open minds
but in context we're confined
as another day slips by
across the great divide

We started out without beginning… a timeless sea that dreamed of sand
A wave of thought, throughout, set spinning

Spiraling through time and space divide regress regroup retrace
A brave new worldview to embrace, what holds the future, human race?
To chart the stars and still misplace a key revealing inner grace?
An age-old wisdom time erased, a circle run at sonic pace?
to splinter into scattered sects, to die debating ancient texts
divide regress regroup reflect experiment approve reject
or finally resume the trek to lands where dream and day connect?
How long must Humankind neglect the wish we could see -

The wish we could see with open minds?
But in context we're confined
as a lifetime slips right by
across the great divide

Spirit and Humanity speaking in soliloquy
Spirit and Humanity speaking in soliloquy

A wish we could see with open minds
while our context keeps us blind
staring blankly through all time
across the great divide...

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The River's Bend


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Seven Journeys East


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