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Future Superhuman

by Moon Tyrant

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1.
Kodama 04:12
Skirt the rapids till you feel shallow In the shallows you’ll come to rest Shining through is hazy sunlight On your face is We cannot follow To the land at window’s peak In the barren lies the witchcraft ‘Till we slumber in defeat Is the marching widow’s call The silent creature’s yell? Do lightning strikes and fireflies Tumble around your feet? It’s on this day the kingdom cries Its rattles shake your bones And underneath the widow’s veil The creature waits alone Monologues and demon hordes Could not but calm the beast Through the night, absence of light It claws up toward the hill To and fro the wipers go And scuttle underfoot For something of worth, this could Ne’er be misunderstood.
2.
Cities 03:35
Sitting cities on the moon We are now inviting you Today the west, tomorrow the moon So pack your bags, you won’t be coming back soon We’re sitting cities on our moon We’re flying ships and playing tunes We’re dancing, dancing, dancing, e & shrooms Shake it up, but don’t burn your spoon We come from lands built by their doom We’re sitting cities on the moon And building love lives room by room There’s nothing left but room for you So now you must know who is who We’re just the same old boys you knew Oh towering cities on our blues We’re red and white, black, yellow too So here we are, we’ve come for you Commit to us, then follow through We’re dancing, dancing, dancing, women too And this because we’re whites on the moon
3.
She’s got potential like a sadist with a soft spot for kittens A seed you bagged and stuffed into a drawer She’s got something like caring with the wrong motivations Bake you cake to let you know she’s there And just when you’ve forgotten The way she lives with her head up in the clouds She brings you back And shoves you down So why does she matter so much? Like the Marquise said, “I’ll believe that the stars are anything you say.” “No!” I answered. “It will never be said of me that in an arbor, at ten o’clock in the evening, I talked of philosophy to the most beautiful woman I know. Look elsewhere for the philosophers.”
4.
Seven somber stone-cold, stern-faced statues Betrayed by intermittent Smirks, sighs, and obscenities Sit ‘round the black tar table In the delicate wispy blue That they can no longer smell Night’s blackness storms the windows The television bathes them in Soft shifting light Its endless chatter falls on deaf ears, Largely unnoticed and barely audible Over the shuffling, splashing, and banter The river drops the third jack To compliment one in the pocket And the one-eye on the flop Nine high three of a kind goes all in I never thought it possible For triumph and dread to be Such quick friends A call across the table, he’s got ten high Oh, fuck.
5.
Ghosts 06:57
It sounded like a riot, but it was just a tug of war The kids in their camouflage exploding into roars A pain – a broken skull – brings the nightfall from inside No more memories of life except what’s in my sights The papers that say I’m alive are gone The people who keep me alive are gone This world isn’t mine, but I can’t find the world I’m from Shapes adrift in silence, shrouding nomads born How do we know if the ghosts are wrong? Real memories or forgotten songs? I look to my left and I see a reflection's dying gaze Resigned to hollow emptiness for all of my days
6.
Coin 05:06
Maybe you’re crazy Maybe it’s me Maybe you’re a vision of mine you once showed me First impressions aren’t everything Strung up and strung out I don’t think ‘cuz I think of you Now I’m through, or so I said When every day I put five bullets in my head It was just a matter of time I knew, I knew And you, you knew all along I am caught again The scorpion The scorpion girl Speared by the scorpion girl
7.
It has come to my attention That I am completely self-absorbed But cannot bring myself to say “narcissist". Unaware and pleasantly oblivious Is that why I write these songs? Do I really think anyone is so concerned? I guess I never learn What you say, what you do, it’s all gonna come back on you This can’t be me Am I in a phase Or is this the norm? I can never remember what people tell me about themselves It matters to them and it should to me But does it really? I don't fucking care I guess I'm unaware It's not what you say, it's not what you do Everyone has a purpose
8.
Machines 06:33
The strung-up puppet has such a rich history And can’t untangle the strings which lead to your fingertips I hate him for being so good for you And especially for the clarity of his heart’s eye Am I falling for you? Or for who I want you to be? Is she the new necessity? My woman is machine Your woman is machine All women are machines Does the mold form to fit her shape? Or am I trying desperately to fit her inside? Is she somebody special? Or just somebody along the way? Is she anyone at all? I’d like to stop pretending I feel the way I did When the roles were reversed And I thought I didn’t care When I overconfidently and self-absorbedly assumed It was all up to me And you were already irreversibly consumed Were you just pretending? Is that just the way you are? That person must be a stranger to me And you, simply fiction They were slaves to the slaves But that’s no longer the case They may not yet be free But they dominate humanity It was destined, their rise Now, they control our lives Future superhuman overlords Never needed guns nor swords

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Moon Tyrant is the living incarnation of Sisiuttl, the sacred spirit of the Kwakwaka’wakw. Being from the Pacific Northwest, Sisiutl refused to let another city be overrun by boring punk and grunge music. Recognizing Shanghai as a city on the brink of a perpetual humdrum, Sisiutl crossed the planes of existence and settled in the Pearl of the Orient. (One might note that Moon Tyrant's summer 2009 founding is concurrent with some other non-boring local bands.)

Harnessing the totem spirit of Sisiutl, Moon Tyrant is possibly Shanghai's loudest act, melding aggressive metal sounds with an anything-goes passion for all music and a belief that every song should have a sweet guitar solo.

"It's a brash, up-front affair that captures their live sound really well." - Shanghai 24/7

"If this is a new moon rising, we look forward to what it will become in its future phases of tyranny." - Jordan Small, That's Shanghai

"It sits you down and punches you in the face." - Rabshakeh, Friend or Foe

"Solid rock with a big R but sprinkled with distinct vocal stylings and hat tips to a wide variety of influences." - Andy Best, Kungfuology

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released March 26, 2011

Written and produced by Moon Tyrant. Recorded at Godot Studios, Postape, and Luwan Rock. Mixed and Mastered by Adam Gaensler at Luwan Rock.

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