Gata Galáctica

by Nester

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released January 23, 2014

Meghan Hamilton : Vocals, Rhythm Guitar
Riki Sjachrani : Lead guitar
Carl Swanson : Drums, percussion
Matt Voll : Bass
Ryan Pritchard : Keys, percussion

We recorded Gata Galáctica at Blast House Studios, in Madison, WI.
Our Audio Engineer was Landon Arkens.
The album cover was designed by Ryan Pritchard.
"I've Always Been a Sharp Dresser" by maczter is licensed under CC BY 2.0

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Track Name: Ypres
What's this in the light?
Crossed arms. Crossed wires.
Cold sweats. Twilight.
Sit tight. You seem to shine.

Smoke screens, with disguise
Panicked eyes calling
Bright, bright. Sharp cries
Take sides. You all spread you are shining

Shadows creeping slow
Watch you're sucking in
Spewing from your mouths
Drawing in your breaths
All the way home
All the way home
Cipher where you roam
All the way home

Dirty covered holes
Fire when you know
Brothers are you there?
Mother's baby screaming
All the way home
All the way home
Cipher where you roam
All the way home

Your cards set in motion, oh dear.
Watch All the bodies turning black.
A child. A tear.
Save you from yourself.
Save you from the darkness.
Buried with no bed of roses.
Watch all the bodies turning black.
A child. A tear?

Save you from yourself.
Save you from the darkness.
Save you from yourself.
Save you from your sinning ways.

Everything that's here was once new.
Everything that's here will be gone soon.
Track Name: Kaleidoscope
Connect the reds, the blacks and greens.
Delicate. Numbered.
Sparks surround a memory,
In The most peculiar way.
Programmed to be replaced.
Open code.
Six degrees of human race,
Armed along the way.
Open to transmit through.
The customs shy from green to gray.
So wake up,
And show a sensory display,
In the most peculiar way.
I shared with you my melody.
So take it and use it.
I gave you my own chemistry.
Open to transmit through.

Take off dear, you'll get to where you need to go. Touchdown's near, I'll take you where you want to go. Far Away. Far away from here.
Got the sign, your numbers say its time to go. Point and fly. I'll show you where you need to go. Far away. Far away from here.
Program, set and go!
All circuits transmitting to space.
Program, set and go!
Track Name: We Sink Ships
Monsters in a basement see them sharpening their switchblades.
Phoenix with a razor and a bandit with his blockade.
Hand gun in an attic we're just following an old game.
Running down the hallway and hiding in a bed frame.

Shadows in a graveyard while you're digging up a new grave.
Virtues from the pathway but vices from the promenade.
Whispers up a stairwell telling secrets through the front gate.
Running down the hallway and hiding in a bed frame.

Bending all the letters, sneak a peek what'd she fall for?
Gather all the pieces, roll the dice for the world war.
Tapping every window, open screens and a locked drawer.
Crowning the achievers, passed up candles and a folklore.

We should have stayed behind the bedroom door.
You should have stayed behind too.

When I look outside I see your clothes and all the miles you left to die but beating on the hearts of old there's just a thought, a way back home.
When I look outside I see your clothes and all the miles you left to die but beating on the hearts of old we stood just watching you go.
Track Name: I Am the Juggernaut
You've danced upon my throne. Tossed bits of me aside, both lemon yellow daisies and whites to my surprise.
You've cursed upon my crown. Said you've lost your way.
When messengers collide, still march in my parade.

Shy wolves among the feed, romancing you along. Spun secrets with the bishop when the lies surround the pawns.Your pins placed on my maps, from the mountains to the seas. Just turn it all to diamonds.
Just turn it all to diamonds.Just turn it all to diamonds and we'll watch it shine. Just turn it all to diamonds and we'll watch it all shine.

You've danced upon my throne. Tossed bits of me aside,both lemon yellow daisies, and whites to my surprise.
You've cursed upon my crown. Said you've lost your way. When messengers collide, we'll march in our parade.
I have always been. I will always be alive.
Track Name: Borderlands
Bones fill the floor of your black water basement.
Push them away i'll take my rewards.
Brushed kindred shapes, so stunningly fauvist.
Searching for vaults, i'll make my escape.

So, I'm off of my drugs but I can't stop spinning.
(I'm) Off of my love but I can't stop spinning.
(I'm) Off of my love but I can't stop sinning.
I'm off of my love

Your love claims riddled impressions,
Caught in a frame. Mirror of simplicity.
White washed blue sky, reflects on the moment.
The clocks ticking down. This time you are mine.

I'm off of my drugs but I can't stop spinning.
(I'm) Off of my love but I can't stop spinning.
(I'm) Off of my love and I can't stop sinning.
I'm off of my love.

Just you. You.

I don't want to go out. I just want to stay in. It is what I do best
and it's all of my time.

Unanswered calls. Inspiring my eyes.
Guiding my path, leading the way. And yet there's wicked, around me, the potions, the gold. One play for my eyes and one play for home. The questions that bind me, the glimmer's for show with one play for my eyes and one play for home.

I'm off of my drugs but I can't stop spinning.
(I'm) Off of my love but I can't stop spinning.
(I'm) Off of my love and I can't stop sinning.
I'm off of my love.

Just you. You.

I don't want to go out. I just want to stay in. It is what I do best and it's all of my time.
Track Name: Battles
Defeated. Reminisce. Allegiance. Cold iron fists. Floating planes, of consciousness. Prearranged (or) coincidence?

All of the masses are wicked, tied and upright. Call on the horses so fickle, savage, denied.Scrape them up. Or lay them down. Ooooh

The watchmen counting heads. Give us this day our daily bread. Alabaster. Freckled and abound. It's all the same

Cockeyed. Watching. Waiting. Playing.
Mark them. Fold them. Lock their bones away. Proctor. Oh, Proctor, Oh.

This breath will chase the dead.

Spinning farther into dark submission.
Open casting for a puppet show.
Throw a light upon this apparition.
Shadows from the glow.

Defeated. Reminisce. Allegiance. Cold iron fists. Floating planes of consciousness. Prearranged (or) coincidence?

Bring in the children. Send out the riders. Where are the children? Ashes and fires.

Houses burning down. It's all the same.

Cockeyed. Watching. Waiting. Playing.
Mark them. Fold them. Lock their bones away.
Track Name: The Alchemist
Golden. Philosophy. I Heard voices. Make it. I want it. Take it. I need it.

The future. So soon it will be, It’s forever. Make it. I want it. Take it. I need it all.

Ageless. So perfect. I’ll have it made. All will be mine
I’m human, so make it. I want it. Take it. I need it.

Alone? Come with me. We will be wonders. They will regard us.
Lovers… Forever. Just give me the word we’ll be free.

A new reign

Watch it. Watch me.
Watch it. Watch me.
Watch it. Watch me.
We are forever. No one can stop us now.

All…Will…Be….Mine!
Track Name: In the Heliosphere
They were there. They were there. Wish they stayed away. Carved a path in the sand. Wish they stayed away.
Make a sound. Make a sound. See you, Orion. Make a sound. Make a sound.

When you move along the road against the wind. Against the speed of light.
The light.

Common place and it's all to sail. Sail away and it's all to sail.
Common place. This is where the dark turns into light.

Oh, little girl where's your hiding place? Are you lost in this world planning out your escape? Are there moons in your eyes where you thought you would see,beautiful pastures and lots of green?

There were times in the night when you laid awake. When you thought to yourself about solarscapes. And you'd take shelter there where you know you'd be safe. Beautiful pastures and lots of space. Beautiful pastures and lots, lots of space.

Come hide away under celestial boundaries. Make your escape, take your paints and your playthings. When you get there then you know you'll be free.
Beautiful crescents and lots to see.

Won't you come sailing? Won't you come sailing? Won't you come stand before the light?

If the sun brings you back and you lay awake, there's still tomorrow.
Track Name: Patchwork & Plaid
Close quilted imagery, patchwork and plaid. Silent symmetry, all to have.
Digest the canopy, ceilings too high. Scale the scenery, with room to fly.
Disguised in drapery, wavering whites. Sliding in the sleeves, stained glass sights.
Fold fibers, mastery, circles in air.

And when the minds come calling me. We have a point where you should be!
And when aligned you will believe. Come take your place in history.
Stitched up in guarantees.
And when the minds come calling me, magnetic masterpiece.
We have a point where you should be! And don't you want to be?
And when aligned you will believe. Believe your broken seams.
Come take your place in history.
Stitched up in guarantees.


Cold clouded windowpane pressed on her cheek. Imprinted silhouette revealing all she seeks. Imagining white walls waiting for streaks. This time to make a line, With thread and twine...

Cool wind upon her face. Wind in her hair. Turning round and round spinning all that's there. Pausing for one last show, for one last stare...

The clock's benign so let it go. Just shed the want and watch them grow. But when assigned to overthrow the sons and sage will stand below.
Stitched up in guarantees...

And when the minds come calling me. Magnetic masterpiece.
We have a point where you should be and don't you want to be?
And when aligned you will believe. Believe your broken seams.
Come take your place in history.
Stitched up in guarantees...
Track Name: Epsilon
In slow motion. Inside spiny boxes. Shy the flock. Trail the sun.
Folded blueprints. Bending needs of bodies. Push the button. Feel the love.

In suspenders. Longing for their mothers. Modern props with lemonade.
Suspects fleeting. Authoring omegas. Ordered, tagged and placed away.

Hallowed earth filled with lies and half truths. Covering the marks of many printed paths.
Clean the blade, curtain the ministry. Appetites untwist a genealogy.
Skin bled dry.

Haunting profiles blur into black mirrors. Grab the sheets there's more to save.
Dancing banshees gathering white crowns and register for souvenirs.

On and on and on....