Consider What Moves (This Needle on the Groove) featuring ZMaude

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Just for something different, I posted the lyrics for this before releasing it as a single. Shortly after, the amazingly gifted singer, and dear friend, Zelpha Maude sent me an audio file of her singing the lyrics. Somehow; without ever hearing the music, she sang it beautifully, in the same style as I did, and in perfect tempo. There was no way I wasn't going to turn this into a double single with a reworked version featuring her lovely voice. Enjoy!

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released December 30, 2015

music by Ghostlike
Vox on track 1 - Ghostlike
Vox on track 2 - ZMaude

cover art by ZMaude

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Track Name: Consider What Moves (This Needle on the Groove) - Ghostlike vox
Fishing in the blackest lake,
Wander past the gate.
Guards told to bare,
Witness to the air,
That permeates
Untold fills the glass, half empty, resent me,
Decide the movement wasn't yours to make.
I take these hands,
Sketching out the plans,
of my survival.
Consider what moves, this needle to the groove,
What does it mean, to be machine?
System retains, what's left inside the brain,
Look into it's eyes, see who dies.
Forced into it's hole,
A brain-dead, shallow soul.
Seek the mate that Genesis creates.
With living eyes the mayhem makes it's case,
From dust, chaos makes it's case.
Consider what moves, this needle to the groove,
What does it mean, to be machine?
Track Name: Consider What Moves (This Needle on the Groove) - ZMaude vox
Fishing in the blackest lake,
Wander past the gate.
Guards told to bare,
Witness to the air,
That permeates
Untold fills the glass, half empty, resent me,
Decide the movement wasn't yours to make.
I take these hands,
Sketching out the plans,
of my survival.
Consider what moves, this needle to the groove,
What does it mean, to be machine?
System retains, what's left inside the brain,
Look into it's eyes, see who dies.
Forced into it's hole,
A brain-dead, shallow soul.
Seek the mate that Genesis creates.
With living eyes the mayhem makes it's case,
From dust, chaos makes it's case.
Consider what moves, this needle to the groove,
What does it mean, to be machine?