1. THE ODYSSEUS

"The sea is everything
My voyage was grueling
But life-giving
An odyssey through the wilderness
Yet, I was never lonely
And I knew
The cycle would be soon completed

08/04/1949
First day try-out of The Odysseus"

Back in those days, before extinction
When the world was not yet home
Terrified by the reign of your fake pleasures
There was a man who felt he could explode
Eaten alive by fierce, blood-green-eyed chimera
Otis Barton fed himself to the ocean

Through exploring this endless universe
Lost, he found his way
Another plain to wage his war

To survive in this abysmal realm and sink
Where your own faith won't blaze
From the coast
The horizon just seems to be a ghostly flag
Of bygone times

A vile and vicious lie

The nature of self, brothers let's discuss !
Ancient question wail, conjure up disorder
Sorrow, revenge, was all he thought about
Locked up in a memory that punched him cold and numb

Through exploring this endless universe
Lost, he found his way
Another silent plain

The hefty crown of remembrance had made him its helpless slave
Experience prevailed
Experience prevailed smothering the present
Ceaselessly mourning for his unborn future


2. OTIS BARTON

The very movement of thought is divisive
Never free, we are fragmented by time
There's a desperate pursuit of satisfaction
A foggy wind, it blurs the shore

Our ancestor lay in wait with bated breath
But killed the greed
Greed to receive

Sail, above the swell
The passage feeds the process
Revoke the rule of hurt
The droning plea for fairer days

Embrace the maskless life (nothing less)
Nothing more no ... no symbols, no icons
From a man to a cell (breaking from your shell)
From a cell to an odyssey

If you feel safe when you're self-centered
Touch the ground on which all men stand

Scrap the shackles you wear
Pictures shall fade
Baring the teeth of your hungry mind
Riding the tide

Beware your goals
What they imply
A dear compromise
A shortcut to your demise

Seize the now and yourself become
Lest your ambitions should make you their slave
Seize the now

"The voyage has just begun"

Sail, above the swell
The passage feeds the process
Revoke the rule of hurt
The droning plea for fairer days

Embrace the maskless life (nothing less)
Nothing more no ... no symbols, no icons
From a man to a cell (breaking from your shell)
From a cell to an odyssey

"Notebook of The Odysseus
April 1949

I was eaten alive by fierce, blood-green-eyed chimera
I fed myself to the ocean
Through exploring this endless universe
I found my way
Another plain to wage my war"


3. BACK TO HADATOPIA

Gone, wrapped in ebb and flow
Rapture in silence, rooted in shade
Rushing faster than the slate surge
Deep down the bottomless heart of the sea

An alluring escape, yet irrational
A meaningless move
That day the tables turned
Twilight was consumed, riddled by dawn

Ready yourselves, sons, for the reveal
Hades is burning through the last seal
Men lost in suspension
Ripe for the art of listening

Thirst for self got blistering hot
When flooded by lights
A flooded breath of life filled his own chest
A breyl forest lighting the void

Suffering and beauty
Were meant to be the opposite sides of the same coin
Thirst for self
The hungering wave, cleansing your hands

Tribulation works patience and dignity
Put your beliefs to the test

Remember
Our pact with nature was raped
One movement on a planetary scale
Sweeping us all

Ready yourselves, sons, for the reveal
Hades is burning through the last seal
Men lost in suspension
Ripe for the art of listening


4. WITHIN THE MASSIVE STREAM

Facing a storm,
His perception was awakened in communication
Disastrous situations,
That's what will make you learn
Before the roar,
His opinions were a simple translation of a mind
That couldn't see
Storms can breed clarity

Shed your pride
Tame yourself
Egos must lie down lower
Lower

Hearing is not listening
Learning is not doing
Hearing is not listening
To observe is not to see

Beyond our words,
Wordless exchanges exist
You breathe the world
The world is you
Don't resist

Search for insight

A new surge through the massive stream
An impulse rising to life in the womb of the planet
A king's voice soars

Shed your pride
Tame yourself
Egos must lie down lower
Lower

Fighting the night was a matter of life
A gate to cross, not an endpoint, not a triumph
Humility is found, when the observer becomes the observed
Obstacles fall, paving the path

Journeys like Barton's drag you through untold changes
Uncharted territories

"That day, the tables turned
Twilight was consumed, riddled by dawn
Flooded by lights
A late breath of life filled my own chest
A baryl forest lighting the void
A new surge through the massive stream
An impulse rising to life in the womb of the planet
A king's voice soared"


5. UPWELLING - PART I

It sprung,
Spurning every border
A supreme plague
A fateful appointment

On and on (on and on)
The vortex (wheeled again)
And again (we soldiered on)
Knowledge (knowledge)
Sired ignorance

We thought we were wide awake, sane
We slept in chaos

Led astray by unsound apprehensions
Despite our many shepherds
Is our path obedience to so-called saviors ?

The seal despair is stamped on our foreheads
We pleaded innocence and progress
A fable, a deceiving tale
Decorous and refined
We buried all scruple
But every fear has a well-known taste
Isolation, confinement are suffocation

Crack the glass walls of your bliss
You can't avoid ache or dysfunction
Sense all dualities in your emotions
They're many-faced, a storm to master

Superficial (and trivial)
Order is equal to manic disorder (complete)
Full confusion

Impending doom was marching on earth

Trapped in the dance of distress
Mesmerized by a deathly waltz
Cold in the embrace of ghosts
Just learn the steps, see for yourself

Now smash through your walls

Crack the glass walls of your bliss
You can't avoid ache or dysfunction
Sense all dualities in your emotions
They're many-faced, a storm to master


6. UPWELLING - PART II

Here's a testimony from that age
When men walked under a curse
The hands of the doomsday clock
Would not be turned back or frozen

The fiction that we loved was debunked
And thrown overboard
Indulging in permissiveness
We'd grown freedom, violence in the same soil

The four elements (bringers of war)
Lauched the prophetic charge
Repayment for transgression
And Atlantis rose up from the dead
To overwhelm all other lands

The truth must out
This delusionnal need for a pattern
Sowed the seed of our dependence
(Of our craving)
In a field where human spirit could breed nothing
But the ferocious, poisonous bloom
Avidity

Then,

Drunk with the wines of future harvests
Betraying the present
Then, they fell from grace

"Mankind conquered the highest mountains
And remained seated in the mist of learning
All while wisdom lay, darkened by clouds, on the ground"

This tale is yours

The four elements (bringers of war)
Lauched the prophetic charge
Repayment for transgression
And Atlantis rose up from the dead
To overwhelm all other lands


7. FLIGHT OF THE MANTA

Strength lies in freedom from the known
So once you'll get that
You will join the flight of the manta

Born again from the apocalypse
Blowing on the ashes that concealed the message
A dusty epistle drafted by Atlas
That wiped out this era of negligence

Consciousness shall be born
In the spring of mankind's goodness
If we ride the steed of progress

Spared and safe from the Armageddon
Forged by a dialogue of words stronger than steel
Inwardly, outwardly
Gaïa had reached him deeply
Hope chose its own witness

Strength lies in freedom from the known
So once you'll get that
You will join the flight of the manta

The kindling wood for the pyre of mutation is simply action

Mankind conquered the highest mountains
And remained seated in the mist of learning
All while wisdom lay, darkened by clouds, on the ground


8. I, ATLAS

Terrified and torn between
The bloom of creation
And the kiss of the reaper

Pulverized by the cataract
The perfume of his life
Rained like white dust

(A sinister chorus), a sinister chorus,
A typhonic symphony drummed up by thunder and black hail
Sung for our funeral

Your ending is your beginning
Jump off the cliff with both your hands free
Jump off the cliff with both your hands free
Let go of the iron scepter
From the lord of time and revenge
You won't be able to fly

Pulverized by the cataract
The perfume of his life
Rained like white dust

Terrified and torn between
The bloom of creation and
The kiss of the reaper

(A sinister chorus), a sinister chorus,
A typhonic symphony drummed up by thunder and black hail
Sung for our funeral

Here he was standing, facing the very last bluff
Petrified, hanging on at world's end
His entire life contained in his final breath
Dismantled

We fade to black
Closing the chronicle
The curtain falls
Yet all becomes distinct
There is no revival
Without end
Eternity is a blazing phoenix

"Spared and safe from the Armageddon
Forged by a dialogue of words stronger than steel
Blowing on the ashes that concealed a message
A dusty epistle drafted by Atlas
Inwardly, outwardly
Gaïa had reached me deeply
A legend in the shape of an island
Will set us free


9. 50°S 100°W

You are the child, my brethen
Of a sacrifice, a gift
A legend in the shape of an island
Set you free

Deserve it
Ask yourself
Why you cannot escape from the struggle
Steel yourself with your inner shield
Delve into the chambers of your own consciousness
And you'll see
Seek among the shrapnel of your core
You'll find a battlefield

And your nations cruise on floating forteresses
Conflict and battle run thick in your bloodline
Pledge allegiance to your own life
The song of Atlantis shall dispel your doubts

Proudly step on the road that will lead you
Through blizzards and straits
Toward a powerful change

Side by side, sanctifying life
With a new hymn which is not warlike
The gold standard of fame will crumble
As we speak, walls and divisions fade
So we federate in our common pain
Close the chapter of despair
We hail the morning of this new age

And your nations cruise on floating forteresses
Conflict and battle run thick in your bloodline
Pledge allegiance to your own life
The song of Atlantis shall dispel your doubts

Proudly step on the road that will lead you
Through blizzards and straits
Toward a powerful change


10. A MODERN SAILOR'S COUNTLESS STORIES

We, sons of Atlas
Left behind the hefty crown of remembrance and sailed
Sailed far above a raging swell
Mastering the great storm

We, sons of Atlas
Tore down our walls
We wrote the genesis of modern sailors
Of modern sailors

The transformation of Man
Isn't reliant on Time or knowledge
Our only concern
Is to set all men free

We have succeeded in wrestling
the hands of the doomsday clock
So the horn will never sound
Never again
We wake up to the song of Mankind

Forgive yourself
There are no true heroes
Life, love and death
Play the same game

Hear me out
My statements (my statements) are a gift
(A relief)
A mighty legacy, so prized (so prized)
So pure (so pure)
Rejoice in (rejoice) this cycle in motion

"The transformation of Man
Isn't reliant on Time or knowledge
Life, love and death
Play the same game
We must rejoice in this cycle in motion"