Our Created Realm

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released December 18, 2014

Cal Lamore - Guitars, Bass and Drums

Paul Ripp - Vocals

All music written and recorded by Cal Lamore
Lyrics written by Cal Lamore and Paul Ripp
All vocals performed by Paul Ripp

Recorded by Cal Lamore July 2014-November 2014

Engineered, Mixed and Mastered by Cal Lamore

Album art photo by Alyssa Eggers

"Our Created Realm"
© 2014 Cal Lamore

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Cal Lamore Madison, Wisconsin

Cal H. Lamore is a multi-instrumentalist from Madison, Wisconsin.

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Track Name: The Created Realm
This is not real, we can bridge every gap. It’s only images. Invert the sky, compose the earth. Then we’ll step back and judge our work.
Images cascade into pools of my creation. The seat of your soul has calcified. Awaken, acknowledge the gifts we’re given. It’s only images.

Believe me when I said, “We were getting somewhere outside of here. Submerged, entrenched and you're almost there. You’re almost stepping into this created realm.”

Euphoria, drowning your surroundings. Waking life captured you and made you weak. Sensoria, flooding the control room. Endless strife, never again your captain.

Believe me when I said, “We were getting somewhere outside of here. Submerged, entrenched and your almost there. You’re almost…”

But this is not real, it’s only images.
Track Name: Return/Void
Ocean waves swelling against the sun, but the gift of wind will carry us home. Desert sands cresting with the moon, but the gift of wind will carry us home.

The cost is far too great.

And I cant even recognize my own hand. So clouded my thoughts have become while resting them on this reality. Hide your true thoughts they’re not welcome here. Futile, infertile, constructed obscurity.

Ocean waves swelling against the sun, but the gift of wind will carry us home. Desert sands cresting with the moon, but the gift of wind will carry us home.

The cost is far too great. The coast is just too far.

First you must leave your bodies behind, open your minds-eye and redefine.

Welcome to the space between, no foot holds to be found.
For I am void, I am oblivion. The cosmic joke, a play on words without a stage.
The question is, can you face this golden path? To look into that place where others fear to tread.
For you shall find me starring back at you, for I am void.
Track Name: Landing
Energy is transferred from me into you. It’s a different kind of language.
Your hand reached out to me, beneath the wake, within the realm. Provoking and offering.

Spilling the blood of the beast unknown. Consuming the whole with no reservation.

Try to look ahead. Try to look beyond. Try to look within yourself to where you all belong.
Try to look ahead. Try to look beyond, to look past this moment to when we land.
Track Name: Through the Lens
Gently traversing across. Not sound, nor lack of sound.
Now pillowed into plumes of light. Allured by a song in the night. Bleached with white on hues of green and blue.

What has brought you here? What gifts have you to bear?
Answers, questions, images, language.
Filtered though lens, scribed within a glass.

Pillowed into plumes of light. Roused from sleep by a song in the night, on crags of black and grey.

Believe us when we said, “You were getting somewhere, outside of here. Re-route, ascend and you’re almost there.”

Gently traversing across. Not sound, nor lack of sound.

Now pillowed into plumes of light, with not but the great deep below us, above us, all around us.