Silent Planet - Panic Room





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Published on May 18, 2016

From Silent Planet's upcoming album "Everything Was Sound" // July 1, 2016 // Pre-Order Packages: http://silentplanet.band

Directed by Kevin Johnson

Lustrous lines obscured by opaque blinds - frozen metacarpals tap tap tap the window glass. Syncopated staccatos with the broken clock synchronized with my post-traumatic ticks ticks - talking to the space in the room that echoes back indiscernibly to my disconnected self/self - it’s self-consuming, what's ensuing is my undoing - the nightly casualty of war. [01]

And it sounds like this: War, endless war.

In my endless dance with entropy I must rescind my sentience, the sickness that I know. [02] Rearrange the disarray of disintegrated senses - puzzle pieces, spectral splinters of a soldier’s worn and tattered soul. In my endless dance with entropy I must rescind my sentience, the sickness that I know.

Machines of air looking down on us [03] - the beasts of dust as we grapple heel and hand, [04] mud and sand, (blood red oil) [05] the chaff of the harvest [06] converted to currencies of wealthy means, stepping stones cut from our perforated bones. Riches are reaped beside our bodies sown just to be thrown back again and forgotten if we stumble in, laid inside a homeless nest, [07] stuck with eager dirty needles, [08] shipped to an early steeple where boxes close, descend with grace as you defend yourself - both charitable and chaste. [09] Praise me for my valor, lay me on a crimson tower - justify my endless terror as my “finest hour.” [10] Treat me as a token to deceive the child whom we fatten for this scapegoat slaughter. [11]

I learned to fight; I learned to kill; I learned to steal; I learned that none of this is real. None of this is real. None of this is real. None of this is real.

But there’s a war inside my head.

Beleaguered by my breathing - choking, screaming, heaving. Time drags me back to the desert. This is war: A child stumbles from the wreckage holding his salvation - the trigger to cessation - to end us all. I took a life that takes mine, every quiet moment we collapse. Have you forsaken us? [12] All the darkness comes alive. [13] Take my hand, drag me to the void. [14][15]

01 — Soldiers who have shared post-war experiences with us, especially Jeriel Clark.
02 — Come Wind, Come Weather, A Flood Strong Enough to Consume the House
03 — The Drone Army of The United States.
04 — Genesis 25:26
05 — Michael Klare, Blood and Oil
06 — Isaiah 33:11
07 — Between 1/4 — 1/2 of chronically homeless males in America are veterans.
08 — Aaron Glantz, The War Comes Home
09 — Jerry Falwell and a number of other evangelical voices advocating “pro-war” positions.
10 — Winston Churchill
11 — Leviticus 016:010
12 — Matthew 27:46
13 — Rodney Ascher, The Nightmare
14 — PTSD and related disorders due to combat stress often
go overlooked as soldiers reintegrate into general society. Please visit and get involved at: rebootrecovery.com
15 — This song was inspired by the testimony of our friend, Jeriel Clark, and is dedicated to every listener who has experienced the horrors of armed conflict. We love you, we are thankful for you.
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    • The Orchard Music, ToothandNailRecords (on behalf of Solid State Records); Music Services, Inc. (Publishing), CMRRA, Adorando Publishing, and 1 Music Rights Societies


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