/

  • Streaming + Download

    Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
    Purchasable with gift card

      $1 USD  or more

     

  • Buy the Full Digital Album

  • Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album

    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.

    Includes unlimited streaming of Pictures From A Previous Dream via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.     ... more
    ships out within 1 day

      $12 USD or more 

     

about

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.

The first presents itself to him.
A gilded frame holds an image of a vast and forbidding maze hidden underneath a coliseum floor.
He is in that place, but only as an observer.
Robin feels the anguish, the defiance, the despair flowing from the canvas.
Many are gathered here, cowering in fear while holding to their courage.
Held against their will and forced to fight for the amusement of the king the chorus of prisoners is rising.
The din of the assembled mob in the arena above can be heard clearly.
To the far side of both left and right, rows of iron cages hold all manner of deadly beasts waiting for their moment.
The scent of adrenaline hangs thick in the air. Directly to the rear stands row after row of unmarked graves.
The warriors believe that the recently buried are ushered to their final rest by the ones that came before them.

lyrics

Hypogeum

Down here the maze is without end
Stone breaks a promise to pretend
Left here to face what they may bring
Kept here in service to the king

All the bodies they buried
Stir where they lay
Showing each other the way
Live for today
And fight for tomorrow

Down here the night does not prevail
No soul is left to live the tale
Darkened now the lights that never shone
Struck down in anger they never made it home

All the torches they carried
Burn anyway
Showing each other the way
Live for today
And fight for tomorrow

—————————————————+

If I see through my fear
The face of my savior is clear
Painted to match what I feel

Angry and violent
The phantoms are rising unseen
Fate will not intervene

Down here the heart denies it’s pain
Seeing clearly the rush to be insane
Held here suspended in the dark
Hope waits for someone to reignite the spark

All the torches they carried
Burn anyway
Showing each other the way
Live for today
And fight for tomorrow

c2023 Firewall Music Ltd. (ASCAP)

credits

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

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

Myth Of Logic image

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

contact / help

Contact Myth Of Logic

Streaming and
Download help

Report this track or account

If you like Myth Of Logic, you may also like:

Bandcamp Daily  your guide to the world of Bandcamp

On Bandcamp Radio

Featured guests are the golden-voiced Baby Rose and psyche soulsters Brainstory.
listen now