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The Cyborg Project

by Galactic Witchcraft

Uniting original electronic sounds with a strong poetic vocal presence, Galactic Witchcraft paints an entirely unique portrait in modern music. Transmitting an overtly conceptual message, The Cyborg Project is a call to Deprogram your Inner Being.
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3. Seabirds
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4. We Make Celebrities
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5. Holy Water
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6. Crystal Faces
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7. Cyborg (Three Universes)
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8. The Invisible Implant
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9. Zenyatta
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10. Beauty Bomb
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ABOUT THIS ALBUM


Album Notes
Constructing original electronic sounds, Galactic Witchcraft paints a portrait that's entirely unique in the modern musical landscape. With a strong vocal and poetic presence transmitting an overtly conceptual message, "The Cyborg Project" is a call to Deprogram from the social constructions that conspire all around us to control our tastes, our impulses, and what we think our desires are. Reconnecting to the Cosmos and our own power within it to create the Reality Dynamics of our choice, a broader human species can emerge that is actually capable of using the electronic world we live in to facilitate a platform for our highest human capacities and sensibilities, rather than increasingly being turned into a mechanized life form that has become alien to our own instincts and being dictated to by the machines we created. Choose wisely, choose Galactic Witchcraft!

This collection of songs are the first digital studio recordings of DIY multidisciplinary artist Stavo Mustang Craft. The first album is co-produced by Craft and Thomas Nola and jointly released on Future Room Records and Disques de Lapin.

LYRICS:

TRANSISTOR RADIO

From the view of Universal Mind
there's still so far to go
Made from primitive design
It's such a limited world that we know...
...Transistor radio....
...Transistor radio....

So many centuries fall away
It's regrettable we can't break through
the many walls we hold in place
Forever mired by the low things we do...
...Transistor radio....
...Transistor radio....

And now we're forced to contemplate
the fate of who came before
Maybe it was a real big fella
Had on him a big antennae
Now living across the sky
The Boom Box babies convey delight
Tapping into frequencies
far more vast than you and me....
...Transistor radio....
...Transistor radio....



JOHNNY APOCALYPSE

He's riding on... ideation...
Gonna make a getaway
from this culture deep in its decay
And how he stands apart
becomes a work of art
Though everything he'd ever been
convinced them all he'd never win

But when Johnny Apocalypse comes
But when Johnny Apocalypse comes
his star-seed strums
and he comes...

His thoughts are far
from their whole radar
It's just that he knows something else
Cuz something else is what he felt
That with his guitar
he'd cause the birth of stars
He's going to change the world today
Yeah it might have happened anyway

But when Johnny Apocalypse comes
But when Johnny Apocalypse comes
his star-seed strums
and he comes...

Golden boy ~ Horse of Troy
Implode the gray machine
for salvation...

When Johnny Apocalypse... comes.



SEABIRDS

Devendra, I send ya, a message from on High
There is a reason for seabirds in the sky
Come let me tell ya how in their wing's a pearl
They learn from the weight they carry how to occupy two worlds...

See, once there was a Master who raised them from his breast
Their grace he proclaimed, but never gave them rest
Everybody gathered to hear their pretty sound
Drained by the burden, they found a way to go underground...

Still you can see their soul by the shape of their shadows
The line is long and pure of their shadows...
as they glide across the light ~
When you see birds... in flight

Devendra, I send ya, more story for your cap
The seabirds stayed playing in this uncharted map
The water blocked the sound of all those people's cries
But then they saw the blue moon shining on the water from the skies...

So this was a time they really had a choice
They rose to take flight ~ rising with their voice
Cuz seabirds have it all... and break all the rules
This song's to say, Devendra, no quiero verte azul...

You can see their soul by the shape of their shadows
The line is long and pure of their shadows...
as they glide across the light ~
When you see birds... in flight.



WE MAKE CELEBRITIES

She wears the latest dress
She's held up and caressed
by the factory that creates her
manufacturing all the data, uh-huh
Sure, everybody knows
everywhere that Baby goes
The party she attends by design
for the photographer to construct desire ...desire..desire...

Like a lab producing social disease
we make celebrities, uh-huh
who live a life in the clouds
while you stay down in the crowds
And it's all based on the premise
that you prefer fantasies
We make celebrities, we make celebrities

He drives the latest cars
Yeah he gets drunk in bars
living days of wild luxury
like a blueprint of the male who's free
While in truth, he's anything But...
Yeah he's a little slut
for his paycheck from the company
Each moment lived, a commodity - not free...not free...

Like a lab producing social disease
we make celebrities, uh-huh
who live a life in the clouds
while you stay down in the crowds
And it's all based on the premise
that you prefer fantasies
We make celebrities, we make celebrities

She wears the latest dress
He's held up and caressed
by the factory that creates her...



HOLY WATER

To the other side of sleep
you fall - like the first morning
Pray thy heart to keep, you strong -
This vision clearing - offering a prayer -
Thy Self... My arms around you
There was no one there, to hold you
through the thousandth hour...
the thousandth hour

Come again through fog
This long and never-ending
Road of winter song...
Now free, with heart transcending -
Spreading through the air - we fly...
These long forgotten
Hands held to the sky
that'll ride your spirit, long...
with love's power...
Long live love's power...

Raining.... like Holy Water
Reigning... Holy Water
Sailing...on holy water
Amazing... Amazing...

Baby...You will see...
The morning dawn lays dreaming
and wakes when night reveals..
Angel Dreams...
you and me..
Beyond all veils, we're singin'...
and spinning on the wheel...
holy... wholly... amazing.

To the other side of sleep
you fall ...like the first morning
Pray thy heart to keep you strong
This vision clearing...
Hands held to the sky
we waive... in flight...
Staff into the night...
Raining holy water.



CRYSTAL FACES

Going round this world of fools
...Breaking all the kinds of rules...
You jump inside the mind and as you climb,
you rearrange the molecules...

CRYSTAL FACES
MORNING TRACES
ALL THOSE PATTERNS
GOING PLACES
CRYSTAL FACES
MORNING TRACES
COLORED LIGHTS BLINKIN'
BEYOND THINKIN' yeah...

Then -just then- he's standing there
and all at once, it becomes clear
He sees the people are feelin' sick
cuz from their factories come clouds of black magic...

Mixing up a tablespoon
of his concoction, he's exiting the room...
He won't sing their monkey tune
that comes in ashes, signaling mad monkey doom

CRYSTAL FACES
MORNING TRACES
ALL THOSE PATTERNS
GOING PLACES
CRYSTAL FACES
MORNING TRACES
COLORED LIGHTS BLINKIN'
BEYOND THINKIN' oh yeah...



CYBORG (THREE UNIVERSES)

The Cyborg Project is the story
of a species being overtaken by
its own inventions. As the
human animal merges with its
technologies - becoming
increasingly inseparable from
the tools we live through - we
have developed into a hybrid entity,
that is in part Cyborg...

I am 3 universes breathing
all the way to my Egyptian
home ~ And in my mind,
thoughts collide against the
walls of your galaxies;
the insecurities from all your
disbelieving in your dreaming –
Still your dreaming is just
breathing in my mind....

As our receptors are fed as
much by electronic stimulation
as by our own senses and
impulses, we must wonder how
alien we have become to our
natural characteristics. And so
too our history - re-written by
the stories we have told
ourselves over time - replacing
& being taken for Reality... How
much of the human identity is
a product - not of authentic
authorship, but of rogue
messages being sent by
corrupted programming.

This program will self destruct in 5
seconds: 5, 4...

3 universes breathing
all the way to my Egyptian
home ~ And in my mind,
thoughts collide against the
walls of your galaxies;
the insecurities from all your
disbelieving in your dreaming –
Still your dreaming is just
breathing in my mind....

What has still to yet be realized
is the positive thrust of Self-
Invention as a creative impulse;
to re-perceive and invent a New
Authentic by activating the
poetic dynamics - rather than
perceived literality - of
existence. And ask if we can
recognize, in a double helix of
oppositions, that the very ashes
of our destruction contain the
same seeds of potential for
rebirth. (....Just breathing in
my mind...)

I am three universes
breathing... all the way to my
Egyptian home.



THE INVISIBLE IMPLANT

They're never gonna tell you
what it's all about ~
It's gonna feel like a dream
No they're never gonna show you
this game of clouds ~
No it ain't what it seems

It's all a part of their plan
The Invisible Implant, The Invisible Implant
It will take long to understand
The Invisible Implant, The Invisible Implant

It's placed deep inside...
Before you're defined...
With this subtle lie...
And here's the mind-blaster...
You're the Monkey not the Master
You're the Monkey not the Master

That's all a part of their plan
The Invisible Implant, The Invisible Implant

It will come in time
that we will see the light ~
and demand equality
In your life or mine
we will reach inside ~
and plant our own kind of seed

And we'll make it all a part of our plan
The Invisible Implant, The Invisible Implant
In our fight for the future, you must comprehend...
The Invisible Implant, The Invisible Implant

Can we grow any faster... to not be monkey but the master...
The Invisible Implant, The Invisible Implant



ZENYATTA

It was a very special day
with thousands seated
for a ritual coronation
of the undefeated Zenyatta...
Zenyatta, Zenyatta...

Dancing along
like a miracle on the track
like a penyatta to children
giving candy back
was Zenyatta... Zenyatta, Zenyatta

Facing mud in the eye,
many boys to get past ~
Everything was against her
but no one was as fast
as Zenyatta... Zenyatta, Zenyatta

All the fat wallet fellows
gathering up their money
But the horse racing Gods
prepared a secret ceremony
for Zenyatta... Zenyatta, Zenyatta...

Causing lots of Blame
and hearts to be healed ~
While clear to all really watching
there was just one star on the field
That was Zenyatta.... Zenyatta, Zenyatta

Now all those around you
will have to face the fact
that the record books prefer
their mysteries intact
O Zenyatta... Zenyatta, Zenyatta



BEAUTY BOMB

I found you bathing in the abyss
You tossed away what you thought you wanted
in favor of following your bliss
And though your comment was absurd,
it placed you in the realm of Eden
exempted from the longings of the herd...

The thoughts around you dropped a beauty bomb
The thoughts around you dropped a beauty bomb
The thoughts around you dropped a beauty bomb
on my world.. on my world...

A paper tiger in your dress
You know that you intimidated
all the guys you needn't bother to have impressed
But still you gave them such a thrill
Remaining so intoxicating.. They were lambs
to your playing Shepherd on the Hill...
You were givin' free will...of given free will...

The thoughts around you dropped a beauty bomb
The thoughts around you dropped a beauty bomb
The thoughts around you dropped a beauty bomb
on my world.. on my world...



OUTLAW

I feel you comin' close to me
like two planets encircling
There is gravity...and the air
goes out from the room

Look up and see stars align
Some people let comets pass 'em by
But I would do anything... that leads
that leads to you...

Would you be an Outlaw for my love...
Would you be an Outlaw, an Outlaw...
Would you be an Outlaw for my love...

In this world, I'll never forsake you
If you don't wanna, I won't make you...
But why not take the world
that's come into your hands...

Would you be an Outlaw for my love...
Would you be an Outlaw, an Outlaw...
Would you be an Outlaw for my love...



ALL SONGS WRITTEN BY STAVO MUSTANG CRAFT
© 2012 Unicorn Priest Music



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