Point of Fate

by TARZANDRAGON

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All songs written by Tarzandragon

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released March 21, 2017

Kyle Panerio - lead vocals
Dom Locastro - guitar/vocals
Jason Coleman - bass/vocals
Corey Gough - drums/vocals

Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Robbie Gardunio.

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tags: alternative rock hard rock progressive rock psychedelic rock rock space rock math math rock Vacaville

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TARZANDRAGON Vacaville, California

Tarzandragon is a psychedelic influenced rock band from Vacaville, California, featuring off beat, technical drum patterns layered over rhythmic bass lines with classic rock influenced guitars and passionate lyrics. Tarzandragon is a band that embraces feedback and support, and hopes to make music that brings people together. ... more

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Track Name: Captain [insert name here] and his Collective Legion of Space Argonauts
I don't have the time
To bend between these lines
Of my own self sufficiency

I've been doing my best, wearing heart on-to chest
But it appears it doesn't make a difference

I don't know
So what... Oh well... So what...

When your room starts to come in small
Feeling like a big fish in infested ponds
I look to community to form some hope
A hieroglyphic kaleidoscope!

I see the way we're forced upon these shorelines
Free-wielding as we're tossed straight to outer space
These motives I choose not to recognize
And relapse in the morning with bad taste

So what!
Oh well!
So what!
Oh well!
Track Name: Slipstream
Does it feel so astounding?
Perceptions made between the first or second glance
Astutely drab and disconcerting
Repetitious misgivings compound fervent trance

Do you feel like you're drowning?
Pulled straight, forward, out to undertow

I won't stand by in the wanting
Comprehensive struggle just to ride coattails
Between the path chosen in question
Never leads to passion on a broader scale

Do you feel like you're drowning?
Pulled straight, forward, out to undertow

The undertow... The undertow!

Do you feel like you're drowning?
Pulled straight, forward, out to undertow
Do you feel like you're drowning?
Pulled straight, forward, off to undertow

The undertow...
Track Name: Horizon I: The Event
Collapse follows change on shifting fates
Cumbersome strife outweighs pathetic mention

Tossed into a diluted picturesque point of fate
Strategize renouncement impending, always taking bait
Still the mind resuscitates...

What have we won from raising the stakes
Gambling motivation just to entertain

Tossed into a diluted picturesque point of fate
Strategize renouncement impending, always taking bait

Never quite the hurdle met...
Halfway between lost success...
Middle men keep us inept...
Afraid, so enjoy every breath...

On the Horizon!!!
Track Name: Horizon II: Singularity
On the horizon... On the horizon...

This is the process of self transmutation!
Soul, body, mind, in the equation!
Science and emotion in relation!
Full bodied in full rotation!

On the horizons... On the horizons...

The feeling when you want to be alone
Transfixed from these idiocracies unknown
Forbearance to which you called your own
A preface of our own destination

This is the process of self transmutation!
Soul, body, mind, in the equation!
Science and emotion in relation!
Full bodied in full rotation!

On the horizons... On the horizons...

*scatting and guitar solo*

So what do you have to offer?
Have your experiences made you prosper?
Does the knowledge you seek have an end?
Or are you ever expanding your horizons?

On the horizons... On the horizons...
Track Name: Snowballs (Avalanche)
Holy shit, the mountain's coming down!
Tried to move my legs but stuck in ground
Encased by this mass-complacent space
Loss of direction, feel the tension of this race

Told you once but you didn't get it
Listen to your sentence, you just might regret it
Choose the right tone, you just might resent it
Hope you fall victim to this avalanche

Weight bears resemblance to cardiac arrest
Cries of help, my last only defense
Footing fails, tumbling downhill
Spine shattered, breaking bones, it hurts like hell!

Told you once but you didn't get it
Listen to your sentence, you just might regret it
Choose the right tone, you just might resent it
Hope you fall victim to this avalanche

Cavernous thoughts conquered by brute force
Lacklustered, tarnished, crude divorce
Unassuming, overcorrected course
Oncoming, oncoming avalanche

Avalanche (avalanche)
Avalanche
Avalanche (avalanche)
Avalanche!

Told you once but you didn't get it
Listen to your sentence, you just might regret it
Choose the right tone, you just might resent it
Hope you fall victim to...

Unassuming, oncoming Avalanche!
Track Name: Bits & Pieces
Stretched too thin again
Weighing the options to a better end
Twist and bend, fortune's descend
Rough edges are presumptions to stressful obligations
Preface presents...
Let old text never be read, sustaining the trend

What... if... we... lost...
Connecting bits and pieces?

Withered pin cushions, needle-eye astigmatism
Thread then send, sunder and mend
So patch the holes with materials that blend in and vibe
But the seams won't look the same ever again

Push and the pull
Inconsistent memories
Higher, explode!
Past stained glass ceilings

We toss and turn
Forbearance we've learned

Push and the pull
Inconsistent memories
Higher, explode!
Past stained glass ceilings

What... if... we...

Push and the pull
Inconsistent memories
Higher, explode!
Past stained glass ceilings

Push and the pull (Don't push me away!)
Inconsistent memories
Higher, explode! (Don't push me away!)
Past stained glass ceilings