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Bad Sector

by The MOTES

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Daniel An awesome collection of songs <:) Favorite track: Black Kite.
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1.
Black Kite 04:00
I couldn't open my mouth. I couldn't move my arms. So I crossed the yard, and took the lenses out. There was a black in the sky. I said, "That's my kite from yesterday". And we watched it creep away. Iain was seven, I was nine.
2.
I am currently living as my former future self. Making plans for what I eventually might become. Overestimating my actual resolve. Underestimating random chance and circumstance. Not what I predicted I'd remember it to be. Not what I remember I predicted it to be. I am currently living as my former future self. Making plans for what I eventually might not become. Not what I remember I predicted it to be.
3.
Low Industry 03:17
Help me down the mine It's a living, the low industry So help me down the mine 1899, we are living Families and settlers, snake oil peddlers Will help me down the mine Help me down the mine It's a living, the low industry So help me down the mine
4.
Long Days 02:51
(lyrics by Rob Wright / John Wright) I grew days. I grew them long. I grew them short. I wasted them away. Long days - I wasted them away. Count the hours, count the minutes. Look into that hole, can you see what's in it? Long days - I wasted them away. See them stretch out behind me. See them crouch right behind me. See them pass right beside me. See them stretch out before me. Long days - I wasted them away.
5.
The last time we saw him here he walked up over the hill and disappeared. Lose your power. Grow old or don't. Bloody cold is the season of note. Like a voice of impending doom, and some kind of sound from the mechanical room. A great machine, with people in between. A great machine. A great machine. There are machines, and people in between. People machines. People machines. The last time we saw him here he walked up over the hill and disappeared.
6.
In eyes, in pieces, in your own way.
7.
In an empty railway town we are waiting for the sound when the cars pull tight and it echoes down the line. I thought we made a plan, just you and me and them - but we're waiting for a time that never will arrive. Late, lost, on the steps at Gaspar Cross. We set out with the goods but there were witches in the woods. As day turned night we watched them all take flight and force us back to camp, to wait in dark and damp - to wait in damp and dark, where victory's a park. Late, lost, on the steps at Gaspar Cross.
8.
Clock 05:27
Silent giant, creeps along the shore. When I ask him where he goes, he says, "No one knows me anymore".
9.
Descend, descend, so we can defend our knowledge of the universe. Send, resend, a message of our broken ship blown off course. Carve, carve, cut tunnels deep under the surface. Starve, starve, we shrivel and die - making metal plates gives us purpose. Descend, descend, so we can defend our knowledge of the second verse. Send, resend, a message of our broken ship blown off course.
10.
Mum and Dad 06:26
Oh. Inside. In earth we go. Or sky. With equal souls.

about

It’s the end of 1999, every computer on earth is about to implode, and The MOTES are dead.

I remember loading gear into the trunk of a car after we finished recording The Remains of False Starts. It seemed almost violent the way Jon and I tossed amps and guitars and keyboards around, such was the animosity between us.

The millennium turned, the apocalypse didn’t happen, but North of America, Equation of State, and Recyclone did. Enough to take our minds elsewhere, show us how different it could be, for better or for worse.

We formed INSTRUMENTS with a strict set of rules. Pages long. All the things we can do better from a clean slate. All the conflict we can avoid with “it’s not in the rules”.

Creating was hard, but we knew there was something underneath. A bond, an understanding.

A few years in and familiar things started bubbling to the surface. “Not in the rules!” We doubled down. 2012 and the veneer cracked with Trellis III Tripod. 2015 and Spirit Duplicator told the story from the beginning.

2020 and it’s clear - we were making it the whole time.

So here it is - The MOTES album we made in spite of ourselves. The dead hard drive. The lost files. The Bad Sector.

credits

released October 30, 2020

J. LAPOINTE - song writer #1, dictator, guitar, keyboards, vocals

JON HUTT - song writer #2, censor, percussion, drums, vocals, guitar

DAN MacDONALD - driver, consultant, art director, guitar, bass

CRAIG THIBAULT - bronco wrangler, hermit, astral guide

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