The Projectionist
by Peter Anthony Red
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The Projectionist
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Never Enough
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Spiral
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Climb
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Stones
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about
Peter Anthony Red makes his recorded debut with the release of 'The Projectionist' - a sweeping conceptual EP which follows a short, yet powerful narrative of a forgotten man working through the emotional roller coaster of a breakdown and subsequent search for personal reinvention.
Stay tuned for the forthcoming full-length album, 'Hyperrealism'.
Stay tuned for the forthcoming full-length album, 'Hyperrealism'.
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released 26 June 2012
Lyrics & Vocals by: Peter Anthony Red
(T. Rojas) © 2012 Quintic.
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Lyrics & Vocals by: Peter Anthony Red
(T. Rojas) © 2012 Quintic.
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- Track Name: The Projectionist
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Peter Anthony Red
"The Projectionist"
©2012 Quintic.
He sits alone. A mechanical room. One single light.
No indication of whether the time is day or night.
He sets the film on the spool, the one everyone had paid to see.
He turns switch - and he doesn't exist.
He becomes a machine who hears the sound.
(Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha)
And the audience laughs, and the audience cries.
(Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha)
As he tries to pretend that he's watching his life.
(Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha)
And they don't know that he's there.
Till the day he's not there. - Track Name: Never Enough
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Peter Anthony Red
"Never Enough"
©2012 Quintic.
It seems you learn your limitations
In the feeling that you've already dared.
And if you feel the hesitation,
It isn't cause you weren't prepared
The shivers down your spine are echoes
The ripples in the gutters you've bled
So when you feel the urge to let go
Remember that you're already dead in the eyes of the world.
You know it's never enough.
You try, but you never give up.
You know it's never enough.
For you.
All the dreams, all the time in was never enough
All the tears all the fighting was never enough
All the things that you strive for will burn and rust
All the schemes all the lies, oh.
Though they scream for a sign, no it's never enough
Wanna reach for the sky but it's never enough
They'll agree that you shined once you've turned to dust.
All the schemes all the lies, oh.
Behind every door is a question
You answered when you turned the key
And life can only teach you a lesson
You master when you learn to breathe.
Till then it's never enough.
You tried, but you never gave up.
But it just wasn't enough.
Cause there was always too much to lose. - Track Name: Spiral
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Peter Anthony Red
“Spiral”
©2012 Quintic.
Yes, I sense the numbing, best intentions crumbling
Tension in my blood is begging me to punish
Anything I love and every dream you covet
Ends up being cut and empathy is summoned
Steadily corruption enters me and sucks the
Energy to thrust my tendencies out of my body
And out of my soul, sending me deeper
Weakened, I’m spiraling out of control, and the higher I go
And it’s everything or nothing, lest I’m feeling something
Penalties will come and hell will be the summit
Just forget the suffocating nature of it
Eventually you’ll crush the threats that seem redundant
Let it be just what it intends to be,
and drug myself in attempts to flush it chemically out of my body
And out of my soul, sending me deeper - Weakened,
I’m spiraling out of control, and the higher I go
On the precipice, next to the end of my senses
Possessed when I’m tempted, Obsessed with the ending
I delve in to pen a duet with dissension
Attempting to lessens this sense of descending.
Below…and I’m falling down further it seems
And I’m close the bottom, the curvature swings
And the slope is impossible, swerving and steep
As I roll on, I’m hollow and slurring my speech
I begin to unravel, the inner me is battling for the saddle,
and willingly - I’m traveling on a path with a cliff that’s deep -
and accidents – when they happen – will sympathy exist for me?
As if Innocence, It existed? Will they weep?
If my sins where this cataclysmic, indiscreet -
And these incidents add up - witnessed in the streets
Will they wince or just laugh in relief?
I need to feel something at some point from someone
or some kind of substance, for some type of sustenance
Sometimes I suffer in silence,
But as soon as swells, then I set off the sounds of my sirens
On the precipice, next to the end of my senses
Possessed when I’m tempted, Obsessed with the ending
I delve in to pen a duet with dissension
Attempting to lessen this sense of descending.
On the precipice, next to the end of my senses
Possessed when I’m tempted, Obsessed with the ending
I delve in to pen a duet with dissension
Attempting to lessen this sense of depression.
On the precipice, next to the end of my senses
Possessed when I’m tempted, Obsessed with the ending
I delve in to pen a duet with dissension
Attempting to lessen this sense of descending.
Top layer:
Both hands open, I tumble
Coldly embracing the fall
Here you are again, good to see you
Don't think I've missed you at all
Hold tight...
Here it goes
Oh right...
There is nothing
For you...
To hold on
It's your turn now, so...
Round and round I go
Spinning downward on the spiral ledge
Moving faster today
Than I did yesterday
When I thought I was closer to the end
Round and round I go.
Spinning downward on the spiral ledge.
Looping in circles, No proof of this vertigo
Truth is – it’s all in my head
Truth is – it’s all in my head
Truth is – it’s all in my head
Truth is – it’s all in my head
Truth is – it’s all in my head
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Don't pick me up.
Just let me drown.
Don't pick me up.
Just let me drown.
Just close your eyes
and turn around
Pull back your hand -
Don't pull me up
Just close your eyes
If you could feel the things I feel
Then you would know
Just what it is
To fall down
So far below
The darkest smoke
A blackened view
Where there's no wrong
and there's no right
And there's no rules
And there's no start
And there's no you
And there's no me
No recollection..
Who I used to be
One day I'll know
Just how it feels -
To wear those clothes
To be myself
One day I'll know
To forge the steel
To be the one
To save myself
From myself.
This shining knight
A pale white horse
And off he rides.
Till I feel something
I haven't felt
Since I was born.
Since I was born.
Since I was born.
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The spiral works both ways
The lines will curve and tighten
You’ll find you’ll know the way
You won’t be hurt or frightened
A life that learns no pain
Will never yearn to heighten
So fight the cold and strain
Rewind to where the light is
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Peter Anthony Red
“Climb”
©2012 Quintic
The silence.
The solitude.
In the moment
You're broken.
The fragments
Don’t seem to fit
When I piece them
together again.
And my weight bent
And snapped those rungs
On the scaffolds
And the ladders.
I’m reaching
For what can’t be hung
From my pedestal
That I’m forced to defend..
(If you could only rise above)
All the eyes of, those watching
(If you could only rise above)
I’d be free from, all the consequences
of my actions, and my treasons
My deeds and all my demons
With a changed view of the five-ton me
That I’m chained to.
So I wanna climb to where I don’t belong
And I wanna climb until my air escapes
And I wanna climb to where the light dissolves
And I wanna climb until nothing can fall again
And I wanna climb until my lungs are drawn
And I wanna climb till I don’t feel the weight
And I wanna climb until the ache is gone
And I wanna climb till I disintegrate
And I wanna climb.
And I wanna climb.
And I wanna climb.
And I wanna climb.
Climb till I disintegrate.
If you could only rise above.
You won't have to fall again. - Track Name: Stones
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Peter Anthony Red
"Stones"
© 2012 Quintic.
In the end, we count the stones
What we killed and what we made
No account of who we were
Just the signs above the grave
Golden glory, long ago
Kings and queens of royal name
All have fallen from their thrones
Silver screens and beauties fade
And we ponder on the show
As the words begin to scroll
In the end we're just names on a stone on a grave.
