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The Air Race
02:39
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Instrumental / There is no greater rival than time
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The Adventurer
04:45
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This mysterious world is my clever temptress,
Rife with dark places and arcane wonders.
Into her arms I am drawn by a beauty unmatched
And the challenge of her seductive, mortal dangers
I've climbed Kilimanjaro with my clockwork boots.
Looked down on Malaysia from my hydrogen sloop.
My blood. It hungers for the unknown's call.
I will never rest until I've experienced it all.
The city is a prison for damned spirits and minds
I thrive in the wilds of the Earth's unexplored corners
No theory no idea shall remain untried.
So long as there's steam within my iron boilers.
I've learned bushido from a one-armed samurai
Survived a hurricane by sheltering in its eye
My blood. It hungers for the unknown's call.
I will never rest until I've experienced it all.
The journey is never done as long as I can dream.
Even when I'm too old to rise to my feet.
When my rifle's empty and my goggles lay broken.
My dirigible's deflated, and my last report spoken.
When my horizon's gone dark and my flesh has grown cold
Into my mistress' arms I'll deliver my soul.
I've dodged the cannons of the Sultan's troops.
Sailed the Amazon with a mercenary crew
Paid my respects to Shiva at Mount Kailash
Walked with the buffalo in a Sioux spirit trance
Now I watch the northern lights dance across the sky
And wonder where I'll stand come the sunrise
I hear nothing but the unmistakable call
The adventurer never rests until he's lived it all.
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3. |
The Undead Approach
03:36
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Instrumental | They march... and they hunger....
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Away
03:04
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Away, the sun and hopeful promise-
The air rings truths of dreaming lies.
Caged the bird who sings her songs;
She weeps her tears of unknown fears
Which ambition surely defied.
Wind and whisper through the bars
She feels the air of open skies.
Fellows up above her fly;
What crude tease, the blowing breeze!
The captive bars joke and deny...
In the cage, the bird is left,
Whilst her fellows fly away
For the changing of the season.
The wind now cold in winter bold
And once blue skies turn now gray.
Perched and still she sits resigned,
As she had beat her wings to bone
And yelled a plea of help too long.
She sits as slow the frigid blows
Choke the last helpless moans.
The heart that once determined raced
And sought the future of release
Takes it's last of fateful beats.
I know the bird's last dying words;
Those the dreams of mine deceased.
Lyrics ©2009 by Amanda Massingale
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5. |
Hunting the Future
04:35
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Instrumental | Tradition will never bow to technology...
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Steam-powered Samurai
03:16
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In the year of the dragon we strike against our brothers
Those fools who grovel before the Western outsiders
The Emperor demands that our nation be restored
In his name the samurai once again march for war
On our walking machines we stride across the land
Towering above the mist with our swords in hand
The shogunate's men rise in defense of their masters
But their spirit is weak and our steel is stronger
I ride to war on my ironclad beast.
Upon the foreigners' terror will my men feast.
For tradition. For honor. Our gunfire deafens.
Revere the Emperor (Sonno!). Expel the Barbarians. (Joi!)
Their unfair treaties will be rewritten in blood
A warning to their kind and our weak-willed shogun
We'll take back the skies from their coal-fired airships
Cast away their disease and their lack of respect
From the flames of Kagoshima to the walls of ancient Edo
We will strike at their heart with unrelenting anger
We can no longer stand by as the shadows grow long
The steam-powered samurai's age has finally come
I ride to war on my ironclad beast.
Upon the foreigners' terror will my men feast.
For tradition. For honor. Our gunfire deafens.
Revere the Emperor (Sonno!). Expel the Barbarians. (Joi!)
Ikuze!
Oh - Reh - San- Jo
We will restore the Emperor to his rightful place
Regain our pride and save precious face
Uproot the weeds that have soiled our land
Pray to our ancestors and make amends
We are modern relics of the most ancient traditions
At war one last time for the sake of our nation
One final stand on this most glorious day
Then the steam-powered samurai will fade away
I ride to war on my ironclad beast.
Upon the foreigners' terror will my men feast.
For tradition. For honor. Our gunfire deafens.
Revere the Emperor (Sonno!). Expel the Barbarians. (Joi!)
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7. |
Ritmo Hidrogeno
02:44
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Instrumental | The rhythm of the wind and sky.
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8. |
Captain Morena
03:57
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She stands feet apart at the prow of her ship
Two loaded pistols cocked on her hips
Her quarry's gone to ground
In a thick bank of clouds
Foolish for thinking he gave her the slip
She feels nothing but the cold wind
Her memories of warmth have long grown thin
Once long ago
The only love she'd known
Left her for dead, scarred and broken
Captain Morena's heart is black as night
Her quest for vengeance goes long into the twilight
For ten years she's hunted a vile, evil man
Who cast her into the ocean with his own bare hands
She orders her men to load the cannons
Grape shot and iron balls certain to do damage
Now that she's caught a glimpse
Of that red painted ship
The look upon her face is no less than savage
All ahead full she shouts at her men
This crew who saved her from an untimely end
Her object of ire
Stands at a quarter mile
This once innocent girl is coming for him
Captain Morena's heart is black as night
Her quest for vengeance goes long into the twilight
This once peasant girl has become a pirate queen
Only with blood will she be appeased
She pulls so close the gas cells collide
He stands across from her rigid with pride
In his handsome face
She sees not a trace
Of remorse for the emptiness he left her inside
Captain Morena tells her men to fire
The red ship goes up in a black funeral pyre.
Sailors and timber
All burn to a cinder
And still he smiles in his regal attire
She leaps over the side, hungry blade in hand
Their swords meet with a terrible clang
As she gives a shout
And her rage flows out
The powder magazine goes out with a bang
Captain Morena's heart was black as night
Her quest for vengeance went long into the twilight
We last saw her, falling to her death
A smile on her face, her sword buried in his chest
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9. |
Above the Overcast
04:10
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Instrumental | The storm churns all around.
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10. |
In Your Sleep
04:00
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I was fortunate in my Romanov life,
Save for one aspect: the absence of a wife.
Tired of these courtiers and their flaws
I followed in the example set by Adam and God.
I built your curves out of leather and brass.
Stretched velvet skin over a porcelain mask.
Fashioned eyes that would never know tears.
Before your enamel dried I was endeared.
My mechanical bride.
My object of affection.
My doll-eyed dream.
You are pure perfection.
I showed you the world from Paris to the Orient.
Bought you the finest gifts on Nevsky Prospekt.
Held you in my arms as we sailed the Neva river.
Gave you my heart through all manner ofgestures.
Talk of my madness filled the court parties.
They laughed at your stiff dancing and constant silence.
They called you the perfect wife for the man with no self-respect,
Who couldn't earn himself the pleasure of the flesh.
My mechanical bride
My clockwork creation
My darkening dream
You've become my unmaking.
Maybe I should kill you in your sleep.
I've already killed you in my dreams.
Maybe I should kill you in your sleep.
It would make life so much easier for me.
I stand beside you in the dark of night,
A Bordeaux in my left hand, a hammer in my right.
As the winding chamber tightens your cold clockwork heart
I beg God for the strength to smash you apart.
How many times have I been in this position?
My blow always stayed by the same vision:
Of myself in tears, cradling your fractured face,
Hating myself for loving this angel of disgrace.
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11. |
Ten Thousand Miles
03:19
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Instrumental | Love is worth the longest journey....
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She stands feet apart at the prow of her ship
Two loaded pistols cocked on her hips
Her quarry's gone to ground
In a thick bank of clouds
Foolish for thinking he gave her the slip
She feels nothing but the cold wind
Her memories of warmth have long grown thin
Once long ago
The only love she'd known
Left her for dead, scarred and broken
Captain Morena's heart is black as night
Her quest for vengeance goes long into the twilight
For ten years she's hunted a vile, evil man
Who cast her into the ocean with his own bare hands
She orders her men to load the cannons
Grape shot and iron balls certain to do damage
Now that she's caught a glimpse
Of that red painted ship
The look upon her face is no less than savage
All ahead full she shouts at her men
This crew who saved her from an untimely end
Her object of ire
Stands at a quarter mile
This once innocent girl is coming for him
Captain Morena's heart is black as night
Her quest for vengeance goes long into the twilight
This once peasant girl has become a pirate queen
Only with blood will she be appeased
She pulls so close the gas cells collide
He stands across from her rigid with pride
In his handsome face
She sees not a trace
Of remorse for the emptiness he left her inside
Captain Morena tells her men to fire
The red ship goes up in a black funeral pyre.
Sailors and timber
All burn to a cinder
And still he smiles in his regal attire
She leaps over the side, hungry blade in hand
Their swords meet with a terrible clang
As she gives a shout
And her rage flows out
The powder magazine goes out with a bang
Captain Morena's heart was black as night
Her quest for vengeance went long into the twilight
We last saw her, falling to her death
A smile on her face, her sword buried in his chest
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Verse 1
The moon lays our masters down to sleep
Luring them far away from the secrets we keep
From shops and factories the machines creep away
The ordinary devices of an industrial age
Engines, cannons, presses, threshers, and drills
Make haste for the scrapyard beyond the hill
Locomotives whistle to all, the all clear
Off with our brackets – let’s shear a gear!
Chorus
And so we dance into the night, a mechanical masquerade.
Come brothers, come sisters, no need to be afraid.
We’re gleaming machines built of shadows and dreams
Alive in the firelight of our mechanical masquerade
Verse 2
The air fills with the pounding of boiler drums
Oil’s consumed by the gallon like rum
The Earth beneath trembles from an iron waltz
As metal meets metal in this steam-driven ball
A week’s worth of pressure built up inside
Released now that our true selves have no need to hide
We’re so much more than the sum of our parts
Until the morning there’s life in our hearts
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Escape the Clouds Fort Myers, Florida
Escape the Clouds crafts stories through both music and words, creating vivid, character-driven steampunk music. For more information about this and other work, please visit:
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