Departure

by Emiliana

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Danny Lozano This record is about soaring past illusions and regaining control of our reality by shedding unconscious impulses and tuning into the full power of awareness. Sin and even morality get swept aside when these songs zoom out on their journey from man to higher power because duality's constructs are limiting and need to be redefined. When we come to know the other side of all this, the world opens up and teaches us how to be. There's drugs and aliens in here too.
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released June 12, 2017

We could not have done this album without the help of these awesome people:

Tim Walker, who helped record and produce the album
Moe Lerma, who is our objectified meat sack
Alicia (instagram: @uncleprincess), who provided us with the awesome album art
All of the band member's significant others, including pets
Anyone and everyone else who has helped us with this and life in general

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Emiliana Houston, Texas

We're a 4 piece indie/rock band from Houston, Texas.

Vocals: Danny Lozano
Guitar: Peter Flores
Drums: John McKirahan
Bass: Chris Walzel

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Track Name: Poor LIttle Peasant
Good little robot, making us proud
Show us what you’ve got but don’t be too loud
Poor little peasant, don’t get too strong
We’ve got a message—please keep playing along

And if you want to leave, it must be of your own volition
And if you want to see, you must free your own intuition

Stout little soldier, line up in your row
Toughen your shoulders and ON WITH THE SHOW
Dumb little addict, stay in your haze
Keep on at it, you’re getting us paid
Track Name: Demons and Dinosaurs
There is a lizard at the base of my skull
Spitting raspberries, wolf-whistles, and catcalls
“Her over there, my man. Let your mind wander.”
Under the tree, pillars fall and the snake will conquer
Trying to loosen
Cycles, excuses
Don’t fall

The demons come calling whenever her body awakens the reptile
Oh, he’s feeling so naughty
Whispering, slithering
My mind becomes a room with a bed
Trust is dead
My love is a tomb
Getting to the root
Reaching for the fruit
Don’t fall

HOW CAN I AWAKE WHEN MY HEAD ACHES?
HOW CAN I AWAKE WITH THIS HEADACHE?

The dinosaur in me rears its head with a roar
But I’m not so sure that this is fun anymore
In the moment, I appease evolution inside me
I am no Socrates but is this who I choose to be?
Grasping at beyond
Still doing all this wrong
Don’t fall

I am but flesh and blood
I am just floating dust

There is still so far to go, based on my weak will and the current show that plays out everywhere I look; please, let me out of this goddamn book. There is still so much to learn. Heaven, I will someday return but for now I’m digging my place here between my eyebrows and Nahash’s leer.
Give up
Put the shovel down
Get stuck
Let the loops get loud
Hold up
Sit out on your fear
Get fucked
Let the darkness steer
Track Name: Growing Into What Was Planted
Doctor, doctor! Write me a script
My life is a movie and you are in charge of it
Dealer, dealer! Sell me a gram
My life is a journey and your stuff is my lamp

IS THIS A COMFORTABLE WAY TO DISMISS WHAT YOU CAN’T FACE?
MUST YOU ESCAPE REALITY TO VIEW THE WORLD WITH GRACE?
TURN DOWN THE DOSAGE, AT LEAST
PLEASE COME AROUND TO YOUR BIRTHPLACE

Escapism’s all I know
Call me Houdini as I tiptoe past my demons
I’m still screaming for the key
I’m a seeker, set me free
I’m a peeker and I see
This ancient tree whose fruit will make me believe
In my nakedness
Opaque through the veil
Medicate my own tale
For the sake of this life I take so for granted
So for granted
I’m growing into what was planted

From your pen flows my zen
Why must I chase this medication?
From your drawer comes some more
Why must I keep dragging my feet on the floor?

THIS IS WHERE I’M AT!
ALWAYS FALLING FLAT!
Track Name: FADE
The Ballad of Chris and John
Track Name: Chasing Rabbitholes
This is the part of the story where I become a puddle on the floor. No more, no more must I wear this suit of meat around my bones like concrete smothering grass that could’ve grown. I go deeper than my skin and I reach further than my thoughts so when life does me in and boils me down to my building blocks, I will breathe the moon into my lungs and let my heart merge with the sun; I will melt into the dirt from which I sprung with a smile. Meanwhile, my entire experience flashes by in single file like a wedding procession down the aisle.
Those here to be wed?
Me living and me dead.

First kid out, I was loud
Spouting off, I was proud
Sharing my parents shroud
They encouraged, not allowed
What may have started as a good thing only got me into trouble
Anxiety and extra weight crept in to make a bubble
That kept me out of touch with the whole I needed so much

YOUR GOD SEEMS COVERED IN LAYERS
SON, IT SEEMS YOU FORGOT TO SAY YOUR PRAYERS

The illusion of progress tastes like the finest wine
The problem is you can’t tell the best from the cheap, you swine
Find, find the bottom line or drown in the inevitable decline
Because you refuse to recognize the clues that hang in midair
While you look through with the blankest stare I have ever seen
Somebody please light the kerosene
Burn down this movie screen
Where my life plays out only as a dream
That’s all it was the whole time
But I was wired to the dialogue of my mind
And I could not yet cut the tether that held this entire illusion all together

Then knock, knock! My heart came calling
It said: stop, stop your mindless falling!
The rabbithole goes deeper than you know
I will carry you, oh sleeper
On the ebb and flow
From here on out, you are saved
No more doubts about beyond the grave
Be here now
Love is all around

HOW WILL YOU PASS?
WHERE WILL YOU GO?
DEATH WEARS NO MASK
YOU REAP WHAT YOU SOW
Track Name: Groovy Town
Come on down all changed
Pour it out in new ways
Come on back with a different head
Practice what you preach, they said
Don’t be alarmed
We come in peace
We mean no harm
We just want to teach you how to reach:
FOR THE STARS—FUCK MARS
FOR THE VOID—FUCK NOISE
FOR YOUR PEACE—FUCK THE POLICE
FOR EVERYTHING YOU DREAM—THIS AND THAT ARE EXACTLY THE SAME THING

Get your body right; the garbage you eat dampens your light
Let your mind follow; the garbage you watch lessens what you know
Launch off from the ground and we will keep you spellbound
Fly off from the coop and we will show you how to:
DROP OUT! LIVE FAR OUT!

Life isn’t a highway, it’s a runway. And I’m attaching wings to my wheels. I’m a son of Zeus with wings on my heels and I’m determined to take flight. Not only through this shaman’s pipe, I want to stay up like a satellite. But I know it takes hard work. This smoky orb just lets me flirt with the other side for fifteen minutes at a time. And if I can’t live there yet then I’ll just find the line. It’s fine, just fine. My gods, I will ride the line.

My gods are many
They were aliens already
So while I was out in inner space
I hunted them down to see their face
Our conversation was so grand
Afterwards I could barely stand
But I found peace in my shakey knees

Trust in you is what I’ll do, is why I’ll fly
I know you don’t matter; trust is why I’ll reach the sky

My molehills will stay molehills
Mountains are just to climb
No man is just an island
The world is our design!
Don’t take me too seriously
Or I will mysteriously disappear
I don’t do fear
I don’t do anger
I don’t do hate
I don’t do worry
I just hallucinate
I WILL REACH FOR THE STARS
I WILL VACATION THE VOID
I WILL REACH FOR MY PEACE
AND TUNE OUT ALL THE NOISE
Track Name: God's Garden
What am I looking at?
This doesn’t make any sense
Rationale will fall so flat when you’re peeking through God’s fence.
So I will clear my mind
And I will cross this sacred line

I’M SPIRIT, SO ARE YOU
LISTEN, LISTEN FOR WHAT’S REALLY TRUE
I’M MORE THAN THIS TRY
I KNOW, I KNOW WE WERE MEANT TO FLY
I’M GOD, YOU’RE GOD TOO
BE HERE, BE HERE; LOVE LIKE I LOVE YOU
I’M MORE THAN THESE BONES
I KNOW, I KNOW WE ARE HEADED HOME

The air is heavier here—colors hum and I know no fear
Sounds intertwine and pierce my eyes—my fuzzy mind and I know no lies
My ears let me taste perfection—my tears fall in a new direction
God, your backyard is something else! I’ve found you and I’ve lost myself

I run in circles where veins purple and knuckles clench at God’s mere mention like, fuck a knife I can cut this tension with my life. I will if you want. Please, put me to the test. You can kill me, I’ve got insurance with the best. Don’t you dare jump to conclusions about my prayers or delusions while you sit firmly entrenched your own. See, I didn’t give in and decide to live in a bubble of technicality that troubled my personality just because some guys before me said it was the right one. I respect and honor the billions of years of ordered anarchy that wired my monkey brain to the same grid as the light in my heart and I will say thank you by bending these ribs apart to help fight the dark that swirls around us. Look! Messages get muddled when they’re smuggled through a smog of human ignorance, a fog of human dissonance, so I decided to go straight to the source and let the words of wise men run their course on me and me alone. Not to be misconstrued like playing telephone. I know that trust is the name of the game so I let those wise words settle like dust in the rain. See, I channeled my Mark Twain and I made God in my image. I trust myself enough to know that all the ancients pointed towards the same flow that pulls us slow and steady through this waking reality. I’m aware now, here. In God’s back garden. Because I found fear under my soul’s hardened exterior and I tossed it out. Deciding that, if we all have our own demons… why can’t we customize our angels too? Why must we follow through with every outdated line from the faded pages of an archeological find? Paint your life with God’s brush but please, use your own touch.
PAINT YOUR LIFE WITH GOD’S BRUSH
BUT PLEASE USE YOUR OWN TOUCH
USE YOUR OWN TOUCH
Track Name: The Surface is Boring
I’m done with this reality
Boring technicalities
Your proverbial box stands like Fort Knox
And I’m over it
So over it
I’m over all of this
Crack open the door
Let in just a little more
Of that childish curiosity
Natural luminosity
Than can show through your window
Please just pass through the glass

JUST BREAKTHROUGH
I PROMISE YOU
THE OTHER SIDE IS THE WILDEST RIDE
JUST BREATHE IN
GO WITHIN
THE OTHER SIDE WILL APPEAR BEFORE YOUR EYES

Let’s cut the metaphors
Open up some sober doors
Let’s defeat all the deceit
Honesty, good or evil
Makes us free and won’t conceal
Our true selves
Jump off the shelf
How deep will you delve?
The surface is boring me
Our purpose is to be free
Leveling up
Filled with good luck
Never in a rut when you’re permanently awestruck
At the magic around
Miracles are found inside your heart
If you just look around
Only to observe
Fuck what you’ve learned from people with biases to burn
Make sure that only your conclusions make up what you’re knowing
You’ll reap what you’re sowing
So baby, get growing!