All Our Yesterdays

from Pictures From A Previous Dream by Myth Of Logic

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    Familiarity.

    It can be comforting and soothing.

    Or it can be menacing and terrifying.

    At the moment, Robin has no way to know which way to feel.

    He sits in the gloom pondering his current situation and feeling very much like a fool.
    It all seemed so palpable. Real danger. Actual wounds with places now occupied by actual scars.
    Memories held and skills learned while trapped in The Stone House. He’s had dreams before. Of course he has.
    And although it’s not always easy to distinguish experience from fantasy, he felt like he had a pretty good handle on the difference.
    Now…not so much.

    The boundaries of this place cannot be seen as yet.
    But the sounds of his own breath belie the approximate size of the space.
    Not much light here, but what there is, is dim and bluish.
    At the edges of his perception there are frames defining the boundaries fading into view.
    As the smoke loiters, the paintings are more visible than before.
    Walls obscured by heavy curtains are dominated by enormous old frames enclosing a number of vivid paintings.

    They are gathered here as if to a wake - watching him. Waiting for Robin to view them.
    The overriding desire of all paintings is to be experienced. To be appreciated. To be seen.
    Each possesses the essence of the one who created it.
    Imbued with the passion, the anger, the lust, the drive that compelled the hand which brushed them into life.
    They have hung here for an eternity. Waiting. Waiting to fulfill their purpose.

    They have dark gifts to give. And they can sense that he is ready.

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The city is bleak and oppressive. Smoke rises as a continuous downpour soaks all.
Structures have been constructed here seemingly with no forethought to their impact on population or each other.
In jagged contrast slashes of neon illuminate the structures and the faces that he is allowed to see.
Vehicles of all manner and type crowd the streets and fill the skies.
Voices can be heard reciting orders to the masses, but cannot be clearly discerned.
The city shows tangible scars of the mistrust and hatred of it’s inhabitants.

The effect of all this is one of despair. Crushing and suffocating.
All who live here are resigned to their fate. Their world is dead, barren.
Cold, mechanical consciousness sits in judgement over all. This place wasn’t always such.
Behind the dark smear of desperate anguish, the bright green and gold of its past life can be seen.

Drawn inside Robin feels the complete sense of resignation here.
He feels the abject shame of their knowledge that they are responsible for the state of their home.
Longing for that which has been lost and can never be regained.

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All Our Yesterdays

The hate that we cling to for safety
Is dragging us down to the drain
No one is listening lately
Aimlessly shouting in vain

Descended from there into madness
Sowing the seeds of demise
Pretended the end isn’t chaos
Becoming the ones we despise
Endlessly filling the green in our eyes
Praying for time - See how it flies

Speeding to some destination
Blind to a treacherous bend
Anger consuming perfection
Never a thought to the end

Sparks of life that want to flow through us
Are waiting to be welcomed in
The last light that gathered around us
Seeking somewhere to begin
Endlessly feeding the greed in our lives
Playing the line - Kiss it goodbye

We have betrayed
All our yesterdays
And discovered a grave new world
We could have stayed
All was washed away
By forgetting the songs we heard
Of those days

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Divisions that hide our horizons
Can only be seen from on high
The world falls apart as it rises
No gravity there to defy

Ascended from hell into hopeless
We carried the dust of our lives
Suspended the rest of our progress
And sold off the true compromise
Anxiously searching for truth in the skies
Playing for time - Living the lies

We have betrayed
All our yesterdays
And discovered a grave new world
We could have stayed
All was washed away
By forgetting the songs we heard
Of those days


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from Pictures From A Previous Dream, released December 31, 2023

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Myth Of Logic St. Petersburg, Florida

Myth Of Logic is rooted in a deep love of Progressive Rock of all eras, but primarily that of the 1970s.
Main influences that can be heard include Genesis, Emerson, Lake & Palmer, Rush, Kansas, Yes and Saga.

The new album, “Surrounded By Ghosts” was written and recorded here in Saint Petersburg, FL at Boyz Club South Studio and mastered by Alan Douches at West West Side music. ... more

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