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As Bright As Day

by Blue Cast Catalyst

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1.
Last Words 05:01
I am sorry, if I felt alive. I am questioning no one in the night. Because no is listening, and no one is around. The sky is empty; how hollow is the ground. Hands grow tired. Legs grow numb. My mind goes. Where is this all coming from? Destiny is lightning; free-will is out of my hands. The lightness of being is something I could never understand. It’s all, it’s all, it’s all out of my hands.
2.
Hole In the Ground (free) 05:30
I, I look around. I breathe in the new sky; I touch the ground. What is this place? What is the place that I made? Columbus Day was the day that I came down. I was walking the lake in Wakefield when the last drip dripped. To taste oranges, the way they were meant to be tasted. There’s a hole, there’s a hole in the ground. Bury my best friend. I was feeling the lightning; I was feeling the ground. I was feeling the purple skies and the hazy clouds. But you kept good company, and you made good friends. And you stayed real tight, all right, until the end. I still have a place for you in my heart. Because we made love, in the way we made art. But I walk away, and I walk away from you. Because some days you got to bury your best friend. There’s a hole, there’s a hole in the ground. Bury my best friend.
3.
Sold Your Soul (free) 05:02
Six A.M. You take your first breath on your first day. I’m alive; are you alive? Don’t let this tragedy go to waste. You sold your soul. You sold your soul for the world and it hurt. You looked in the rearview mirror do you see how your eyes have grown gray? You bought your first house, and a green lawn, and lots of things that all fade away. Things that fade away. You sold your soul. You sold your soul for the world and it hurt. You sold your soul. You sold your soul for the world and it hurt. Standing on your lawn, with her by your side; drinking in the stars, breathing in the sky. Is this the way it looked when you were twenty-five? Are you already dead, because you surely not alive. Don’t lie. You sold your soul. You sold your soul for the world and it hurt. You sold your soul. You sold your soul for the world and it hurt.
4.
Eternal 04:16
Too many geese and not enough ears. The old man arises before the band appears. Was it all confetti and empty bottles of gin? A party for mistakes; they kept on walking in. Faces in, faces in, looking into the grain. Love was in the grain. Grain. Open your eyes; look inside. Open your eyes. How fancy you make your means. It must’ve made you a man. So fast how you come and go, when dying was the only plan. And I know that you don’t understand. I fell for you baby; I fell for those feelings again. Faces in, faces in, looking into the grain. Open your eyes. You gotta’ open your eyes.
5.
I left it alone. But now I see, the way that you love everything. It's all we know; the lightning. But we leave it alone. I lost the ceiling. I floated away. I got this feeling; I got to bury it today. We did again. Electricity. And broke it apart, patiently. We fall in the light; it's all I can see. But the lightness parts. Every day I run away from home. Take my mind, I can take it alone. The weight of sky, I can't carry your load. When I look at you, I can't hold on. It's your lightness of being. I lost the ceiling. I floated away. I got this feeling; I got to bury it today. If I'm alone with my sound when I go into the ground, I am buried with this feeling. I lost the ceiling. I floated away. I got this feeling; I got to bury it today.
6.
MBM 04:57
The heaviness of empty is lighter than I how feel. I would've never given in, but I couldn't walk away from the orange peel. There's something about the way that your hair falls down past your ears. And the way that you looking at me makes it all worth the years of wait. Oh wait, I'll wait for you. Lie in the tide. Light; I envy. I envy all the time not spent with you. It's all about to go, it's all about to grow old. We left a freedom, a new found youth. Lie in the tide. Light; I envy. But I let go. I let go. I let go of this feeling. I let go. I let go. I let go of this feeling. Lie in the tide. Light; I envy.
7.
Chatter 04:10
There's a nervous tick. Everyone is looking around. You've been looking up to the sky while you've been looking down. Hope is a hollow word these days. The crowd grows weary because you've got nothing in what you say. So let me go; let me swim to the bottom. Let me go. And all these minds grow stupid in time. The ship was already sinking, but you were too busy drinking wine. So let me go: let me swim to the bottom. Let me go. All that I want. Let go of my hand. The type crumbles. The paper falls apart. You said I was always wrong; I guess it was right from the heart. Let me go. So let me go.
8.
It's fast, fast come and go, I'm a make an exchange. And try to feel it like I feel it in my face. Got bonus points piling up at Duane Reade. That's weird, on my way to work, get a headache, it settles in right behind my left eye like it's fog on a lake or fuckin' carbon in the sky. And I can't manufacture reasons. I don't even think I'll try. You do it to yourself, just don't ask why. It's fast come and go; I don't even need to stay long. It's the last one to know, crow getting' in the beat now. Dow, dow, down again, another thing that kills you in your sleep. Callin' "you ain't got no purpose, you'll be worthless in a week," if your silly little videos that nobody is sitting through unless they start to pity you weren't soporose and bleak. Don't step in this forest cuz it's porous and it's deep and I'll crawl out this cave and eat you, then I'll climb in back to sleep. But that's enough time on that, in fact definitely too much. I gotta go and pack my dogs' school lunch, then buy a new toothbrush. (Got points, eight more), then I'll play a guitar like a hammerhead shark, I'll play guitar like I'm a hammer. You'll see my play guitar like MC Hammer's guitar player (because he was probably pretty good, at least good enough to get in that band, etc.). Gotta buy a new car, get a used mail truck, put the flashers on and park it where I want in New York cuz the rent is too high even when considered low. What do I want? Man, I want it just so. But there's forests in the sky. There's forests in the sky. There's forests in the sky, and we're all gonna die. There's a person to your left, and a person to your right. Got visions, got visions, got visions, got sight, sometimes all too busy getting in on other people's decisions. I know everybody needs their superstitions. How about something with anaphora or just a famous saying? 'Cept an aphorism's always an oversimplification. I'll just quote Mark Strand; I'm in his class: "If the end is come, it too will pass." Me? I feel fire coming fast. I feel fire coming fast. Can't begin a thing that won't collapse like a table at the end of a pancake lunch in a school basement—and I've seen it. Hear to say I'm gonna leave it Hear to say I eat sashimi 'cuz I feel like I eat the fish's soul, and I collect it and I put it in a box with other souls, and I select one for my mood, and I cut locks on all the doors. Nothing's simpler than this, nothing simpler at all. Nothing's simpler than this, nothing simpler at all. One had to move to California for his job. Another moved to Hollywood, another moved to Prague. Blue, you stay in Astoria, and I'll go down to Florida. We're breaking backs. It's ordinary. Focus on the smog. The smog keeps. They call me Mr. Black Cat; they call me Mr. Freeze. Imagination is a function of reality, but I'm feeling like a dog, I'm feeling like a leash. I'm feeling like I need to get back to Duane Reade, saying Tim what you got, do they got what you need? Hopped off the Greyhound, hit the Duane Reade for a six pack of Tic-Tacs and a bargain DVD. They should call me Rambo 3 cuz it was $4.99. Now I'm standing in a long line wasting my time. And that's time, and now fixed you in a formulated phrase. Melinda what they callin you on alternating days? Call me Lady Aaryn, make a bad man fly. I take one look at you and you don't qualify. And yeah my plate's full. But I'm a nice girl. You could call me puppy, 'Cept puppies don't pur 'Cept nobody is living the exact same world hearing voices that replace my eyes with pearls.
9.
Wake up. You've got a group to follow. Blood let your kingdom. This will all end tomorrow. I love my land, but I can't stand to hear another tear. We're gonna break your back, we're gonna break your back. Your back is against the wall. Light me on fire baby. We're gonna break your back, we're gonna break your back.
10.
The dirt sinks; snow falls. I can fill this hole, I can fill it all. The hole is where I found you; the light between the empty cracks. Hell is silence, dark in place. Like the one who fell from grace. And if I sleep, I sleep for silence. A busy mind is never quiet. I can't watch it slip away. I can watch end this way. Don't end this way.
11.
St. Patrick 05:58
The dirt sinks; snow falls. I can fill this hole, I can fill it all. The hole is where I found you; the light between the empty cracks. Hell is silence, dark in place. Like the one who fell from grace. And if I sleep, I sleep for silence. A busy mind is never quiet. I can't watch it slip away. I can watch end this way. Don't end this way.

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released September 20, 2011

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Blue Cast Catalyst New York, New York

Blue Cast Catalyst, or BCC, is the moniker of New York City psych-pop composer Adam Trull and co-creators, John Deming, Matt Soucy, and a community of rotating musicians. BCC's music combines echoey, dense vocals with bombastic horns, screaming guitars, and electronic pulses to create psychedelic, pop-art anthems. ... more

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