From the recording Octavia of Earth, Vol. 1
1973 - After graduating with an associate’s degree, Octavia works blue collar jobs during the day and tries to write Patternmaster in the wee hours of the morning.
Music: T. Carlis Roberts
Lyrics: Anand JK Kalra
Recording & Mixing: James Earley
Mastering: Piper Payne
Lyrics
Octavia:
Every morning, I come here.
I toil 'til my fingers ache.
Everyone around me moves,
consumed to meet the frantic pace.
Monotony kills my brain cells.
My stories are unplanted seeds.
Characters can’t reach me
when my mind is too numb to weave
the patterns,
the patterns of my days.
Patterns,
lost in a haze.
Proto:
Every night after midnight
you call me from a distant place.
You dance around me, ethereal,
but never see my face.
Patterns,
the patterns of your ways.
Patterns
keep me locked in a cage.
Octavia:
Through generations of nations
Proto:
Set me free.
Octavia:
men beat their fists at the sky.
Proto:
Set me free.
Octavia:
Trapped against the planet’s crust,
Proto:
Set me free.
Octavia:
nowhere to flee.
Proto:
Set me free!
Proto:
They need a better solution
Octavia:
I can free.
Proto:
than waging endless wars.
Octavia:
I can free.
Proto:
They need a god who can make them better.
Octavia:
I have control.
Proto:
Set me free!
Octavia:
I’ll set you free.
Proto:
Years go on, I
Both:
work ‘til I die.
Nowhere to flee,
need to be free.
Octavia:
I’ll make a power
Proto:
--a deity.
Both:
who can shape a better humankind
a common understanding
Octavia:
A universal mind of my
Both:
mind
Proto:
of my mind
Octavia:
--of my mind.
Both:
Patterns.
I’ll make new patterns in my life.
Patterns,
new patterns.
I’ll print the copies in their minds,
a template meant to stand the test of time.
Time