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Exocoetidae: Flying Fish

by Rejectionary Art

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Cyril Glaume
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Cyril Glaume Autant Butterfly, le premier album de Rejectionary Art, n’était qu’audace et plaisirs métalliques inédits-ou-presque, autant ce Exocoetidae: Flying Fish est le plus raté et horripilant des albums expérimentalo-mes-pompes qu’il m’ait été donné d’entendre ces derniers temps. Grooooooooooos gâchis…

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Favorite track: This Hollywood Town.
Poesy Rider
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Poesy Rider Un jour, j'ai commandé un tire-bouchon sur le net parce que j'avais une bonne bouteille de vin à la maison...trois jour plus tard, je reçois un décapsuleur ! Mais bon, que celui qui n'a jamais acheté un album sans l'avoir écouté me jette la première pierre ! Favorite track: Little Cry.
Rhokeheart
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Rhokeheart Totally outside the box music. Very unique and impossible to fit into a genre. Mind blowing originality. Favorite track: Little Cry.
Can This Even Be Called Music?
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Can This Even Be Called Music? Listening to a Rejectionary Art album is a feast for the melomaniac. That new one will please the more musically extroverted of us all. If you want metal, listen to the last song of this album, and their previous album, but if you just want bloody good music, you can put the album(s) on repeat indefinitely. Favorite track: The Scientist and The Machine (feat. Oliver Vaid).
Professor Konsui
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Professor Konsui There's just no categorizing this album, it packs many different genres into a bizarre package, executing each style perfectly. Before this album, I was purely a metal and classical fan, but now I enjoy all sorts of music. If you plan on broadening your musical horizons, check out this album. If you prefer metal, the other album is mostly recommended. However, this album is a must. Favorite track: Happiness Is Always Somewhere Else (feat. Al Pimentel).
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EXOCOETIDAE: FLYING FISH - 2013 We the artists We the aural artists of the world in order to create a more perfect craft, establish priorities, insure mental tranquility, provide for evolution promote general growth and secure the blessings of liberty to ourselves and posterity do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United Aural Artists. Article 1 All Music Industry powers herein granted shall be vested in the artists themselves. Article 2 Art shall not be compromised for the reason of being neither commercial nor controversial. Article 3 Performing Artists shall not be required to pay to perform in venues, bars, pubs, stadiums, restaurants, festivals or any other establishments. Article 4 Businessmen and corporations including but not limited to music publishers, recording studios, recording engineers, record labels, retail and online music stores, performance rights organizations, copyright and royalty collection organizations, booking agents, promoters, music venues, road crew, talent managers, business managers and entertainment lawyers shall not impose modifications upon the craft and/or collect more revenue from the craft then the crafter him or herself. Article 5 Entertainment and Music Industry and/or governments shall not inflict censorship against the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of creation, or of the speech. Article 6 Neither slavery nor involuntary servitude, shall exist within the United Aural Artists. Article 7 Music Industry shall make no rules respecting composition, recording, mixing, mastering, performance (including artist's appearance and clothing), track length, song structure,music genre, vocal styles, melodies, chord progressions, rhythm, lyrics, language, instrumentation, tones, dynamics, volume and equipment used. Article 8 The right of the to artist to be secure in their artistic integrity shall not be violated.
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This Hollywood Town I packed 2 bags with stuff, it was finally my time to go Prepared to leave behind all the friends I did know Kissed mamma goodbye she had tears on her face Daddy told me watch your back and keep your head straight Hopped a Dreamline north-bound for glory, or so I thought Arriving a day later, filled of fears, hopes and doubts Found a crowd preaching what they don't know how Met some folks who played and partied all night long I remember Fat Mess drinking her preys into love the italians only seen in packs wherever they'd go Zane and Zilla fiddling really, really, really, really, really, really fast Randall finds the bottom of another glass/bottle If you're walking on the streets don't look down Someone might attack you for no reason at all You will see forgetful ladies wearing no pants And grown men arguing with invisible friends Sirens and helicopters sing a lullaby nightly Keep a fake smile on and grab any opportunity This Hollywood town is real strange place Freaks are all around and bums scream in your face All in here seems to be the other way around There's dirt on the sky and stars are on the ground Meet the scientologists and get a free stress test The other day I heard they'll even give you breakfast If you have a meal in any local restaurant You'll be sure served by a new silver screen aspirant Rappers and hip hoppers handing out their CDR's Red busses will take you on a tour of the stars Night time is peculiar on the boulevard Hopefully you wont get hit by a car 20 bucks can only buy you a beer and shot And and another 20 for the parking lot But you get to hang out with a very special crowd They manage to have an IQ lower than a mouse
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Happiness Is Always Somewhere Else I've been around… To the top and bottom of the world And every time I wanna stay It's once again time to go… I could go on forever And never look behind Forget all priorities And goals in my life But for reasons beyond my control I return to this savage endless freak show Try to focus, concentrate, normalize While I dream about the next time I'll go around Happiness belongs to someone else I can grasp it for a moment sometimes Can't keep it for good, it ain't mine… it ain't mine Happiness is always somewhere else If I am here happiness is there When I was there happiness was here So I find it, lose it, doubt it, But I'm always dreaming about it …
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Funkuggah Funkuggah is a groovy metal Get down on this mosh pit it's the bomb to the max! Funkuggah you dance with your head Up and down, cross your eyes Funkuggah is a gas! B- Rutal: Ha, so you think you think that a bunch of metal heads are gonna dance? That is fucking ridiculous FAG shit, B-Rutal speaking! Pure fucking metal! P Dog: Hate to break down the news B, but you are already doing it.. That thing you do… watcha call it? Headbanging that's that… Can't tell me you ain't no dancer B- Rutal: You're tripping P Dog, that shit is way huskadarian! P Dog: Get real B , it is FME, Funk Metal Evolution! Up and down Funkuggah B- Rutal: What is that P. Dog? My head is moving! That's kinda ruthless… I dig it! P Dog: I knew, you Ain't Just A Woofin'
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Childhood 06:15
Childhood Oh how I urged I could just talk to you Longed for a reason to make me want to stay Bursting hysteria out of the blue Playing dead, so you'd go away The angst I learned later turned Into a lifetime loyal companion Insults and threats, converted regrets Endless crossed misunderstandings After all there were just good intentions And even though we can't erase mistakes At last we could find reconciliation And let go all the painful days The angst I learned later turned Into a lifetime loyal companion Insults and threats, converted regrets Endless crossed misunderstandings No one can see what we had to achieve to get to this point of mutual redemption Each apology that ever came from me Was only possible 'cause I forgave you Recalling the times you didn't say sorry You actually did, in your silent way Now that I'm gone it's a whole different story I choose to remember only my favorite days
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Little Cry 02:19
Little Cry Ah que saudade que eu tenho do Brasil dos cuidados de mãe dos jantares com a Pérola regados a country wine das gargalhadas sem motivo com a Rachel da comida da Con, mate gelado da praia de jeito de mãe da Isabel Fim de semana com churrasco do meu pai do requeijão, andar de bicicleta na ciclovia com a Mari de tocar com a banda na garagem ou no bar das águas do atlântico tão boas de nadar da cerveja barata nas noites na Lapa da Chapú latindo pra ganhar mais um pedacinho das avós no sofá cochilando de fininho da camaradagem de irmão do croquete do Alemão dos sábios conselhos de quem sabe o q diz Do fim do ano sempre alegre no verão, brioche do Badofe, da coxinha de frango com catupiry da casquinha de sirí com pimenta e limão do coração de galinha, carne seca no feijão da Tainá sorrindo e a Raissa instruindo Das conversas intermináveis com a Cecilia das teorias do Rodrigo sempre alternativas do gol preto q foi roubado do ilegal queijo coalho dos que se foram e deixaram a saudade All I have left from those days is a little cry for my life has changed and I have learned that grief is never brief, so I move on one day I might come back, but I know it won't be soon bye bye Brasil, tchau carnaval
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Oh Life 04:28
Oh Life Oh life, just please wait for me To get out of my blues and then sing again I realize I'm not old yet But those days will come and I don't want to regret Oh life just give it a break It's soon but I can it see ahead The future getting here so fast Those days will come and I don't want to regret I hope to look back and be proud of my time All the great things I've done, well I might So please life just give me a second To get new color and regain my breath Oh life you are so rapid But one lonely night seems to last forever Truthfully I enjoy being part of it Little confidence boost wouldn't hurt me a bit
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Rapture Fill me up, euphoria, illusions, day dreaming, implosion, it's baffling How the scent favored that one moment of surenderment as if involuntarily Thug of my thoughts, perversion of course, See you for the very first time after seeing you my whole life Damned I never loved you before Damn! I love you now and the way I do it it's so wrong dissolves reality I just wanna cry now for there will never be a 'you and me' fantasizing it could have been it stains, drains, strains me, it's insanity the void left smothers me one more night Filled me up, euphoria, illusions, day dreaming, implosion, it all baffled me Circumstances flavored that one moment of surrenerdment in its entirety Thug of l my thoughts, perversion of course, see you for the very first time after seeing you my whole life Damned I never loved you before Damn! I love you now and the way I do it it's so wrong, dissolves reality My immoral soul weeps the rapture gone, not to be retrieved contempt , memories stains, sickens me, it's insanity the void left, now smothered ends it all
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Rupture Contrition, acceptance, facing a nest in debris the moment of rupture turned around gripping me A choice one can't have a force establishing the purpose of mine prevents the drift away Here you are a safe place a rescue for the lost mind the reference, the constant, the stable restoring my demolished foundations
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The Scientist and the Machine The Scientist didn't want to leave his lab He scared the machine, the machine made him scared He theorized and experimented day and night Neglected the body concentrated the mind Once he left his lab and spoke to men Shared his discoveries in science But men recoiled for they didn't understand Rejecting him, he rejected men He left town in search of solitude Defeated for he failed to reach mankind He climbed the highest mountain and spoke to his heart "I came to early, they have yet to comprehend me" For 17 years no one came for him In wilderness he found himself belonging With birds he sang and to his journal he confided "I know better than them all " One day the Machine came and took it all away Crushing his spirit momentarily The advocate of living and of suffering Collapsed for he saw himself powerless Pale and trembling, lying on the ground For 7 days no water reached his mouth Inside his cave, no sunlight came But his animals were there to say The world awaits you as a garden But he was so, too weary of mankind He turned his back to the machine entirely Decided to now build one of his own And created for himself an alternate universe And over there he is the God of worlds Strange creatures and him populate the universe No laws of men and physics, no humans allowed And there he awaits his last dawn So far out he could not be found He is past all points of no return Spending his eternity alone In his universe Where he is the only creator In his universe Who will claim he is right? Who will claim he is wrong? He lived for his science an science alone

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Post-contemporary music that is artful yet philosophically driven, with a large conceptual scope and dynamic range.

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released October 1, 2013

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