The Seven-Sided Chestahedron
Track 1
Jan 26 – 2023
~ 2,100 // 12 hours
<INTRO>
Spring bones; fall time I polished and shined
This white structure and frame in my mind
Winter snowfall and blizzards; the winter sun is the darkest
Like a past spring, discovering yet another dead artist
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A symbol, the emblem
The embodiment, of an anthem
I don’t mean to misinform
But you gotta keep your head warm
Wearing upon my head, the toque
I don’t mean this to rebuke
Or exclaim that perhaps I’ve lost my way
It’s simply a metaphor used to convey
A symbol, the emblem
The embodiment, of an anthem
I don’t mean to misinform
You gotta keep your head warm
<Verse One: Cold Mountains>
Immense, immovable mountains
With peaks even the sun doesn’t brighten
That few have been able to climb
And take photos near the warning sign
Lonely and cold, lost in an endless winter
Where the wind blows so harsh and bitter
The rivers here are made of ice, slowly moving
Lost birds don’t just fly home by choosing
Some peaks all look the same, among the jagged edges
Sheer drops, loose rocks and strong winds punish the reckless
Wind, and some birds are moving up, to the sky
Everything else is moving down; at least they try
Mountain climbers try both methods
Some of them gear up, with ropes and helmets
Others with only sheer sinewy will, over many a day
But of the ones who make it down, all of them say
One should endeavour to keep the cold out
Or face the consequences, no doubt
If you’re freezing in a snowstorm
One needs to keep his head warm
The bitter wind cuts into your very bones
And you find the cure is hidden behind many unknowns
As the cold wind blows into your soul
You start shaking as you lose control
He failed the climb up the mountain
Then the coldness seeped in, I’ve written
But it was there before, only kept away
By the heat in his core; before the decay
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A symbol, the emblem
The embodiment of an anthem
Staying present, staying current
Caught up in the glacier current
<Verse Two: Cool Trends>
The great oceans and rivers of this planet
Pull with an unmatched strength, cutting through granite
Doesn’t matter if you’re aware or ignorant
It’s so simple to be swept up in the current
Small streams, flowing noisily through the warm valley
Are more noticeable, bubbling so happily
But they lack the subtle power of the current
And the riptide, pulling softly and silent
The slow motion of the glacier, with rocks in suspension
Doesn’t care about your focus, motives and attention
It simply moves everything, boulders and all
Where it wants, flowing with an icy crawl
This great current holds onto the cold, refusing to let go
Sweeping everything along with it, you know
Doing the same things as the majority
Staying cool, calling it the new maturity
Some say the cold is their warm friend
But really that’s the opposite of this trend
Some say they have riches, while others have a fever
But really, the fever has them; if speaking clearer
Heartbreak music from the glacier, with a quiet roar
Shattering all the way down to its frozen core
Forgotten people are passed by, lining the shore
Those wanting to stay current, join in; the rest ignore
Some birds are fearful of being left behind
Though they don’t realize they’re so inclined
Stay with the flock, some understand they don’t have much choice
Yet even solitary eagles, flying alone, still follow the noise
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Staying cool, staying current
Caught up in the glacier current
Embracing the romanticism
Of a slow and beautiful cataclysm
<Verse Three: Slow Cataclysm>
The lack of heat from the summer sun
Caused ice to form, and many to succumb
To the gentle pull of the glacier current
Staying present, staying current
Just chilling, slowly freezing on the ice flow
Doomscrolling for entertainment, I know
Shivering during the day; the sunlight’s disappeared
These days everyone wearing a toque has a beard
I can trace my steps here, and the path I used
But something about it is leaving me confused
Did I hike up the mountain to get here?
Or did I hike down the mountain? It’s not clear
Just chilling, going with the glacier flow
These days doomscrolling is endless, I know
The sun’s clouded over, I don’t know where it’s gone
Shivering in the day, it’s cold like the dawn
My soul is frozen, just like my fingers
But I chose to be here, chilling on the ice rivers
Frozen to the current, you couldn’t decide to leave
At least that’s what some of them believe
Take in a deep breath; my lungs are freezing
Matching my soul with my chest, I’m breathing
Glyphosate everywhere, into your bones it’s leaching
The glacier keeps flowing, cracking and creaking
Gather up some blankets, or close the window
Pull down your toque, the temperature is below zero
When you wake up your skin is so cold
Someone loves you, but you’ll never know
<Verse Four: Frozen Oblivion>
Colder, slower, on an ice floe, chilling
Colder, calmer, that’s just how I’m feeling
Flowing ice, straight bars, endless loop
Got that flow, on the ice floe, endless loop
Endless doomscrolling, endlessly flowing
The weather’s taken a turn, now it’s snowing
But I know I’m getting close, because I feel so cold
The meaning of that, from you I’ll withhold
I shouldn’t, yet I will; moving on, keeping pace
This glacier isn’t a favourite to win the race
My blood’s begun to thicken, lost in oblivion
When lava cools off it becomes obsidian
Why leave, when you can stay, with weather so mild?
They say that those lost in the dangerous wild
Sometimes lose their minds, having exceeded their limits
Freezing to death, yet feeling warm, take off their jackets
Frozen oceans, cold sadness like this is relaxing
Oblivion is in some ways even distracting
Violent, untamed oceans have swallowed up minds and bodies
Even a frozen ocean surpasses the might of armies
The winds blowing so bitter, have picked up strength
Flowing above the ice rivers, across its breadth and length
Miles and miles, there’s no trees to interfere
With its path and progress across this sphere
Some lost birds say they could fly home
With their eyes closed, all on their own
But they never leave the frozen ocean
Where the glacier moves with so calm a motion
<Verse Five: Frozen Blood is Purple>
Everyone thinks they’re the lone protagonist
Who’s all alone, and unlike the others, if we’re honest
But there’s a paradox here, because all their stories
Are in the same style, placed in similar categories
It’s a strange paradox, doing the same thing as the majority
Believing yourself unique and alone, a minority
Trapped in a maze of your own making
Just because the glacier current trend
Is being lost in a maze without a friend
Darkside Darci, purple with the cat skulls
Jumping between ideas like I’m Danny McCaskill
Now I’m onto a different metaphor
Dodging left and right like a matador
A fashionable item for living in a past ice age
A poorly understood safety mechanism, a sort of cage
Some athletes take an ice bath to deal with the pain
But they don’t have frozen blood flowing through their veins
Keeping warm, the memories of a past life
Frozen heart, frozen soul, in a world of ice
Many say it, but who really wants off the glacier?
For some, they believe it’s simply in their nature
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A symbol, the emblem
The embodiment of an anthem
Staying present, staying current
Caught up in the glacier current
Embracing the romanticism
Of a slow and beautiful cataclysm
<THE TUXEDO INTERLUDE>
An isle of flightless birds
Well-dressed, a tuxedo for every herd
A land of perpetual ice and snow
Where the sunlight only has a faint glow
Creatures that need to be warm all of the time
Don’t live here on their own dime
They wouldn’t last more than a few moments
Teeth chattering, only time for a few comments
But for these flightless birds, this is home
They’re prepared to handle the cold
Better dressed than most princes and dukes
The strange thing is they don’t need to wear toques
A different uniform for each flock
To them, living here is no shock
They’re dressed to live in a frozen world
Where over eons the ice and snow have swirled
Dressed mostly in black, with a bit of white and yellow
But here’s the thing, they’re not goth or emo
They’re not even friends with the emus
At least that’s what they’ve said in interviews
They understand that twenty-eight is no eulogy
It’s merely a song on trilogy
They’re not goth or emo
Closer to Trench, or maybe Amo
But here’s a key point
That gets some out of joint
They don’t brave the glacier alone
They know wind cuts to the bone
They’re not concerned with staying warm all
Of the time, like in a winter squall
As long as their blood doesn’t freeze
They’re free to do as they please
They know that being cold doesn’t kill you
It’s never warming up that keeps your lips blue
They know how to go through cycles
They aren’t surprised by the winter trials
Huddled together, rotating in and out, sometimes
They get to be in the centre, all warm, other times
Just comfortable in the middle rows
Eggs on their toes, they haven’t froze
Other times, braving the cold edge
It’s even good for them, some allege
Some say the cold is their warm friend
Penguins have certainly embraced that trend
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A symbol, the emblem
The embodiment of an anthem
Staying present, staying current
Swept up by the glacier current
The toque keeps the wind out of your hair
The ice freezes the very air
Even in a summer storm
You need to keep your head warm
PART TWO: WARMING UP
<Verse Six: Rejecting the Glacier>
The winter sun peaks out from behind a wall of clouds
On the glacier current there’s several frozen crowds
But this winter sun’s heat is too weak
You need to wear a toque on the mountain peak
But the winter sun did illuminate a distant
Spectre, the pathway of this glacier current
Pulling the toque over my head, but leaving open my eyes
Looking in the far distance, a lonely rise
The glacier current, with barely a breath
Is heading towards a slow, cold death
Where nothing ever matters
And all you have is questions without answers
The glacier travels unimpeded over large stones
With a grave effort it loosens frozen bones
It says to follow it down, down to where it’s nice
All the way down, flowing with this current of ice
But my head’s warmed up, now seeing clearly
I’m walking off the glacier, however weakly
Even haunted by dreams of the past, visions of the end
Up a different mountain I’ll attempt to ascend
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Staying cool, staying current
Caught up in the glacier current
Embracing the romanticism
Of a slow and beautiful cataclysm
<Verse Seven: Beauty in a Frozen World>
The most majestic mountains
With peaks the sun doesn’t brighten
Are often lonely, cold and remote
Where the very air freezes in your throat
People who live near the oceans of the world
Are often mesmerized and captivated by the way the waves swirled
The grand vastness, is enchanting and calls
To them, in words louder than the gulls
The vast frozen oceans of this planet
Have a brilliant beauty, sculptured in ice and granite
Inhabited only by flightless, well-dressed birds
Who survive by wearing tuxedos and live in herds
Watching the sunset, the tempeture drops quickly
Through the mountains the cold wind whips swiftly
Putting the finishing touches on my memoir
Warmed by the inferno of a dying star
You need to stay warm, and always remember
Careful around edges; you could fall down like September
In the summer, or in the storm
You gotta keep your head warm
<OUTRO>
Spring bones; fall time I polished and shined
This white structure and frame in my mind
Winter snowfall and blizzards; winter sun is the darkest
Like a past spring, discovering yet another dead artist
Valerie says you should check in with your friends, however modest
Seven verses, each with seven quatrains
Symmetry is nice, the outro is all that remains
In North America, a type of mammoth was the mastodon
That ends the beginning of the Seven-Sided Chestahedron
– The Chameleon