Debut LP from The Flow of Opinion
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Credits
Produced by Bryan Tanori

Additional Production by Riz Story

Recorded by Bryan Tanori and Cory Shaw @ Red Door Studios

Mixed by Riz Story @ The ANYONE den for TogethermenT Music

Mastered by Kevin Bartley @ Capitol Mastering

First Opinion Musicians are:
Bryan Tanori: Lead and Backing Vocals, Electirc Rhythm/Lead Guitars, Acoustic Rhythm/Lead Guitars, Sounds, Fan, Theremin

Matt Dorsey: Bass

Jason Shapiro: Drums, Congas on Translucent

Christie Alcazar, Jacob Luna, Jude: Background Vocals on Protrusion of Four Walls
Russ Martin : Background Vocals on Lament
Cory Shaw: Voices, synth and beeps on Subjective Intermission
Riz Story: Additional Vocals on How Could I Be Blind
Ruriko Yamada, Valerie Valasquez, Vinay Shah, Sriram Srinivasan: Voices on At Sixes and Sevens

liberate the machine: closing eyes dream to worlds that never tire/open minds to realize we’re all alive/awoken to the sounds within/ knowing still knowing/a small demise a force that’s greater than our might/rub me kindly for this may be our last ado/awoken to the sounds within/growing still growing/ because the life i live is so unreal/ never thought too much on how i feel/when the thoughts are prescribed and so am i/going to take it down to the day i die/serious who cares watching people pry/tis a serious combustion of time mimicked in the age of grace/liberate the machine/turning back the clocks/what’s the use of playing this song when the ads tell us how to listen/and on (6:03)

dead to rights:
holding colors in the rain/as they fade fade to grey/mind illusions pick my brain /as i search on through /this tainted way/dead to rights/i'm motionless/lost in the unknown/ dead to rights /it’s thievery/ walk amongst my own/it remains in my sight/in the way of your blinding light/clocks turn forward yet time stands still/in the wake of modes /my binding will/dead to rights/i'm motionless/lost in the unknown/dead to rights it’s thievery/walk amongst my own (2:52)

translucent: there’s more to the meaning of life that you once knew was ever true/turning back and forth revolving doors open up up to something more/loneliness is the path we take but acceptance is the american way/ honoring our thoughts are true accustomed to the ways of new/conspires the truth, right in front of you/don’t you wish you were the same only remember names/if only you could/get out of the blue/demise of mystic man /running from the Holy land/conspires the truth/ right in front of you/reflections come around/to see that another day is coming round/ nevertheless assumption is the perfect dream the dream for all reality/ slips away translucent halo stains an open mind and lets it run away/it’s only the simple things that make you/who you are/it’s only the simple things that make us/who we are (4:32)

protrusion of four walls:
ashes to save dust to churn/ between these walls we begin to burn/albeit the truth is told/never can tell that i’m growing old/holding inside a subtle smile/for the good of man and his master plan/you take away this liberty/you take away my symmetry/in a common disguise where we all hide/to the reveille of our makers worth/ before you slip into these isles/tell me where your freedom really lies/if only it could be this easy/if only i could take you with me/all in all/ nothing’s for free but quality/inside these four walls/all in all nothing’s for me but quality/inside these four walls (4:52)

plebeian:
here is an edition that retains all lies/such a valuable conception in a life/extend the hype and let go of all of your pride/a present day collage of crystal stained through time/ take it for what it’s worth/the streets are filled with blood that peels/all obliged they say through martyrs/there’s no one who can save us now when the common man comes and thinks us bland/the anguish kept inside when your hidden fears turn to fallen tears/and the pain resides through dead eyes/it’s democratic yet so erratic/take it for what it’s worth/the streets are filled with gallant cheers/all obliged they say/yet void of truth keeps up with you/take it for what it’s worth/the streets are filled with laden fears/all obliged they say/when all is done and so are you (4:34)

lament: lament i feel the loss at such a cost we’ve almost lost/only could it be that i was incomplete without a front it’s such a shame/lament my ego’s boss my life’s a cost there’s so much lost/it’s all about me i don’t care now listen to me just don’t stare/because i/lament we all most mourn i’m being torn right from a thorn/steganographic images are floating in oblivion it's such a shame/lament the love i’ve lost true feelings tossed there’s so much lost/personality looks like a barren wall its shallow gall/because i/lament we must compare no need to share extraordinaire/ can your thoughts and loathe despair i’m breathing air no need to share it’s such a shame/lament i cannot bare i sold my shares i’m almost there/idiosyncratic logic locked up inside shallow gall/because i (4:16)

terminal: all our love is gone/it sailed our lives away/truly isn’t long/ when your almost dead/reactions are stable when the time is all but lost/solitary clones we’re looking for a home/it’s terminal to think on your own/we’re tired of holding tightly/the governing is gone/caught up in your goldmine/the public is your drone/we fill all their pockets with a million quarter drops/ ominous and prosper/it keeps us in a lock/it’s terminal to think on your own/hold on we’re falling really fast/build another wall/so i can bounce it all back/hold on the walls are culture clashed/build another wall/so i can spray it on the back/hold on the time has all but passed/ build another love/so i can play pretend alas/it’s terminal to think on your own (6:08)

open:
nestled up in a cold shower/never really mattered that much to me/except my reason for being here/so take me away from this empty place/find it hard you have to relax and bend away/it’s a feeling that you only can find in your mind/true to notions that are only opened/there’ll come a time/picture perfect can’t be to plain/open and closing resolves its name/ stand beside hope don’t be afraid/chances are it won’t be the same/find it hard you have to relax and bend away/it’s a feeling that you only can find when your mine/true to notions that are only opened/there’ll come a time/with nothing more to say/tell me how you feel and i’ll show you the way/where we came up back in the day/listen is it real/where the time has gone and i missed my chance again tell me how you feel/and i’ll show you the way/where we came up back in the day (4:52)

at sixes and sevens:
how does it feel to be one of the everyday people who walk in a straight line to no avail/ the porcelain sidewalk guides you through the shadows of illicit idols that once were great/never knowing/ only hoping/that the delusion is one of power and fame/you can't be everything to everyone/and you tried so hard searching near and far/ where the only reaction you got lead you back to the start/tomorrow never knows my friend/ will we be the next kings of all time through this reign/hold your head in shame it's a game/at sixes and sevens/the next move is mine/never knowing/only hoping/ that the conclusion is one of power and fame/you can't be everything to everyone/and you tried so hard searching near and far/where the only reaction lead you back to the start (4:22)

trend:
i am the latest fashion guru send/turn on rock n roll until she's dead/fabulous wonderful your beauty is vain/must not be hurt but i feel ashamed/wash my material/it's full of surreal murderer's that never occurred toher/a blind dog is running/ believe me it's not that stunning/ when corporate friends set the wildest trends/i'm going to miss you/but you'll be here in ten/funny how things work although you never can tell/ qualitative measures taken bare/quantitative numbers we only can stare/ wash my material/it's full of surreal murderers that never occurred to her/a blind dog is running/believe me it's not that stunning/when corporate friends set the wildest trends/tell me there is no other/uncanny and uncovered/harmless trends/ they'll be back in ten/tell me there is no other/uncanny and uncovered/harmless trends/well stay in tuned my friend/don't turn away from this or you'll go astray/conforming is simple/ until your plain/tired ugly countdown/it's all the same/it fills you up and sends you on your way (5:20)

how could i be blind:
how could i be blind/not to see your crimes/how could i be blind/not to see your crimes/you played me fine/yet you broke me in time/you played me fine/yet you broke me in time/how could i be blind/not to see your kind/how could i be/why should i be (3:45)


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