Uploaded October 2021 | Updated September 2026, 1 week ago
Order: ffm.to/missiontothesun
Directed by Michael A. Flanagan instagram.com/michael.a.flanagan
Statement from Flanagan:
"For the video I wanted to do something that reflected the central theme of the track: the loss of language and thought, until all that remains is non-representative symbols and shapes.
By using AI generated symbols developed from hieroglyphs, tattoos, and stone carvings, I wanted to produce something with the appearance of meaning but completely devoid of anything beyond the aesthetic qualities of language.
Pressed between stratifications and layers of digital and analog processing, the blind observer figure warps and decays over time. It becomes just another symbol, hollow and without meaning.”
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LYRICS
Down on the pavement
Below the clattering scales of balance
Into clay built walls
The necklace of pearls is inwoven
Silenced but not convinced
When the story was ended
The blacksmith stood like a man
Who wants to speak
But finds no language
All his thoughts
Congealed into lines in his face
As the vapors freeze
In fantastic shapes
On the window panes
In the course of time
Laws of the land are corrupted
Weak are oppressed
And mighty rule with an iron rod
Meanwhile apart
In the twilight of windows’ embrasure
Set lovers and whispered
Together beholding the moonrise
All of his thoughts
Congealed into lines in his face
As the vapors freeze
In fantastic shapes
On the window panes
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instagram.com/mission.to.the.sun
facebook.com/missiontothesunn
twitter.com/mission2thesun
http://felte.bandcamp.com
instagram.com/felte_label
facebook.com/felterecords
twitter.com/felte_label
Order: ffm.to/missiontothesun
Directed by Michael A. Flanagan instagram.com/michael.a.flanagan
Statement from Flanagan:
"For the video I wanted to do something that reflected the central theme of the track: the loss of language and thought, until all that remains is non-representative symbols and shapes.
By using AI generated symbols developed from hieroglyphs, tattoos, and stone carvings, I wanted to produce something with the appearance of meaning but completely devoid of anything beyond the aesthetic qualities of language.
Pressed between stratifications and layers of digital and analog processing, the blind observer figure warps and decays over time. It becomes just another symbol, hollow and without meaning.”
-----
LYRICS
Down on the pavement
Below the clattering scales of balance
Into clay built walls
The necklace of pearls is inwoven
Silenced but not convinced
When the story was ended
The blacksmith stood like a man
Who wants to speak
But finds no language
All his thoughts
Congealed into lines in his face
As the vapors freeze
In fantastic shapes
On the window panes
In the course of time
Laws of the land are corrupted
Weak are oppressed
And mighty rule with an iron rod
Meanwhile apart
In the twilight of windows’ embrasure
Set lovers and whispered
Together beholding the moonrise
All of his thoughts
Congealed into lines in his face
As the vapors freeze
In fantastic shapes
On the window panes
-----
instagram.com/mission.to.the.sun
facebook.com/missiontothesunn
twitter.com/mission2thesun
http://felte.bandcamp.com
instagram.com/felte_label
facebook.com/felterecords
twitter.com/felte_label
