"Simulacra, Pt. I" lyrics
The Ocean Lyrics
We are humanitarian and chivalrous
We don't want to enslave other races, we simply want to bequeath them our values and take over their heritage in exchange
We think of ourselves as the Knights of the Holy Contact
This is another lie. We are only seeking Man. We have no need of other worlds. We need mirrors
[Solaris (6:72), 1970 English translation]
I feel as tall as the sky
Nothing dampens the yearning
Which flares across my wanting eyes
But remember now, we're not on Earth anymore
And what occurred to me
Is only the beginning
Straight through these towering waves
Ocean, show me my place
Somewhere deep down below
Straight through these towering waves
You can't see your hand in front of your face
This fog is way too dense
Night
Up here it's the best time
Once the fog clears
Solitude appears
And somehow it reminds me of Earth
We want to extend the Earth to the fringes of the cosmos
We don't know what to do with other worlds
We always need a mirror
But we will never find it
We're gorged
With meaning
It's killing us
We're caught in the foolish human predicament
Of striving for goals we fear and do not really need
We're gorged
With meaning
It's killing us
We're gorged
With meaning
It's killing us
These images without resemblance
In real life, mere simulations
Become truth, exist in their own right
This has become ordinary wisdom
These images without resemblance
In real life, mere simulations
Become truth, exist in their own right
This has become ordinary wisdom
Inundated in a stream of correlations
Between occasions of the past
Keep afloat in a churning sea of broken mirrors
See off your uninvited guests
Inundated in a stream of over-consciousness
Overloaded and inane
Reassess and reassemble the broken pieces
A simulacrum of my brain
We're so detached from any real engagement
Inundated in a stream of correlations
Between occasions of the past
Keep afloat in a churning sea of broken mirrors
See off your uninvited guests
I had a feeling this would not end well
Inundated in a stream of over-consciousness
Overloaded and inane
Reassess and reassemble the broken pieces
A simulacrum of my brain
An apparition in your living room
Reminds you of the soaring noise of isolation
We don't want to enslave other races, we simply want to bequeath them our values and take over their heritage in exchange
We think of ourselves as the Knights of the Holy Contact
This is another lie. We are only seeking Man. We have no need of other worlds. We need mirrors
[Solaris (6:72), 1970 English translation]
I feel as tall as the sky
Nothing dampens the yearning
Which flares across my wanting eyes
But remember now, we're not on Earth anymore
And what occurred to me
Is only the beginning
Straight through these towering waves
Ocean, show me my place
Somewhere deep down below
Straight through these towering waves
You can't see your hand in front of your face
This fog is way too dense
Night
Up here it's the best time
Once the fog clears
Solitude appears
And somehow it reminds me of Earth
We want to extend the Earth to the fringes of the cosmos
We don't know what to do with other worlds
We always need a mirror
But we will never find it
We're gorged
With meaning
It's killing us
We're caught in the foolish human predicament
Of striving for goals we fear and do not really need
We're gorged
With meaning
It's killing us
We're gorged
With meaning
It's killing us
These images without resemblance
In real life, mere simulations
Become truth, exist in their own right
This has become ordinary wisdom
These images without resemblance
In real life, mere simulations
Become truth, exist in their own right
This has become ordinary wisdom
Inundated in a stream of correlations
Between occasions of the past
Keep afloat in a churning sea of broken mirrors
See off your uninvited guests
Inundated in a stream of over-consciousness
Overloaded and inane
Reassess and reassemble the broken pieces
A simulacrum of my brain
We're so detached from any real engagement
Inundated in a stream of correlations
Between occasions of the past
Keep afloat in a churning sea of broken mirrors
See off your uninvited guests
I had a feeling this would not end well
Inundated in a stream of over-consciousness
Overloaded and inane
Reassess and reassemble the broken pieces
A simulacrum of my brain
An apparition in your living room
Reminds you of the soaring noise of isolation
