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1 | Bop!
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| 2 | Dark Matter
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| 3 | Mighty Messengers
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| 4 | The Lost Chord
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| 5 | Upanishads
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| 6 | Fast Note People
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| 7 | And We Are One
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| 8 | Never Forever
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| 9 | Lights Are On
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| 10 | No Pockets
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| 11 | Pink and Blows Over, Pt. 1
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| 12 | Pink and Blows Over, Pt. 2
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| 13 | Pink and Blows Over, Pt. 3 |
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Steve Vai — guitars
Devin Townsend — vocals on “The Lost Chord”
Sue Mathis/Brantmeyer — vocals on “Pink and Blows Over”
Mohini Dey — bass on “Bop!” |
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Released: June 24 2016
Label: Sony Legacy
Run Time: 136 minutes
l songs written and composed by Steve Vai and published by SyVy Music (ASCAP), except:
“The Lost Chord” written by Steve Vai and Devin Townsend. Published by SyVy Music (ASCAP) and Element Music (ASCAP).
“Fast Note People” written by Martin Schwartz, Bob Harris, and Steve Vai. Published by SyVy Music (ASCAP).
“Pink and Blows Over: Part 2” written by Steve Vai and Thomas Mariano. Published by SyVy Music (ASCAP)
In “Mighty Messengers” the lines: “Nothing real can be threatened / Nothing unreal exists / Herein lies the peace of God.” are quoted from A Course in Miracles by Helen Schucman. * Cassiopia is our Pembroke Welsh Corgi.
All music recorded at Stucco Blue Studios (Sylmar, California); The Mothership (Hollywood, California); & the Harmony Hut (Encino, California) except:
Mohini Dey’s bass on “Bop!” recorded at Nirvana Stu- dio in Mumbai, India. Engineered by Jignesh Shetye.
Devin Townsend recorded his vocals for “The Lost Chord” himself at his studio in Vancouver, Canada.
Sue Mathis/Brantmeyer’s vocals on “Pink and Blows Over” were recorded by Jack Miele at The Music Shed Recording Studio in New Orleans, Louisiana.
Based on song sketches and works-in-progress penned and recorded by Vai following the release of Flex-Able, his debut album, in January 1984, the music on Modern Primitive has been completed by Vai for release as a full album disc and the 2nd CD is the bonus remastering of the Passion and Warfare 25th Anniversary Edition.
“The music on Flex-Able is so vastly different from Passion and Warfare, one could wonder if the same guy actually made both records,” Steve writes in his liner notes for the collection. “Modern Primitive is the missing link between these two records. It’s sort of Cro-Magnon Vai.” |
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| Mighty Messengers
We get a feeling, arise emotion
Never knowing where it comes from
Born in silence comes the voices
Of our conscience
Guardian angels, Mighty Messengers
Time is just a state of mind for Mighty Messengers
Mind is just a waste of time for Mighty Messengers
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“Nothing real can be threatened
Nothing unreal exists
Herein lies the peace of God.”
Guardian angels, Mighty Messengers
Time is just a state of mind for Mighty Messengers
Mind is just a waste of time for Mighty Messengers
Ma-a-a-a, Ma-a-a-a-ma-yay-yo
Ho-way-Ya-oh na-na-na
Dei-oh
Way-a Yo-ah-u way-a you-ah-o-ah
Wa-yo, Wa-you Ah.
Ra-la-la lay-lu-lay-lu-la
ra-la-la lay-lu-lay-lu-la
Ra-la-la
Ma-e-oh Dei-yo
And I un-do-sai
Way-yo Ah-
Dei-oh
The Lost Chord
Maybe in a million years you can see them
They’re something that you can’t hear but you
can feel them
Under who we think we are we are one with them
Look and see
Who do you think it is that is crying
When we are lost in fear they are dying,
But in all the things they do they keep trying
To show us through
I have now grown tall in the ways I have been shown
Away, all gone, you are. I’m, Indivisible I
Maybe in a million years you will see them
Maybe we will see them
They’re something you can’t fear but you’ll feel
them
Feel the way
Under who we think we are we are one of them
So if we think we are: we are wrong
Even in a million years, we’ll be wandering
Somewhere is all we are, yet we have each other
You and me – we must be in love
Fast Note People
Fast note people runnin’ where they want to go
See a world in triple time brutal to the slow
Consume the seeds of the outline, no time to grow
a melody
Take the overture and run and leave the symphony
Take the overture and run and leave the symphony
Fast notes come and they’re gone
The freeway and the streets are the staffs they’re
written on
The memory of them fades
More keep rushing by but so few reverberate
Fast notes who want it faster and faster
The speed is doubled and another flag is added
New flags mean faster living
The flags get heavy and the stems start to give in
Stems break fast notes stop cold
Miss one more change to become whole
Fast note people runnin’ faster all the time
Fast note polyrhythmic beings maybe you don’t
but I
So often get enchanted, enchanted by the speed
To take the overture and run and leave the
symphony
Take the overture and run but leave me the
symphony
And We are One
I’m over here, I see you
I’m very near, I feel you
I hold your hand, I’m with you
I understand, I know you
I’m in our bed, I hold you
It feels so good, I touch you
When I awake, I breathe you
I touch your face, I kiss you
And if I call, I’ll hear you
And if I fall, I’ll catch you
You are my all, I am you
And we are one
Never Forever
And in the end all the memories that you blend
Take their shape before your eyes start ascending
And what you see may or may not be
What you believed that it would be
When you were living
Never forever, the vast void under your mind
Eternity is what you’ll find
Never forever, beyond the great divide
Where all that was and will be is, is now.
No Pockets
It seems like everyday I walk my life away
Just don’t get it, no no. Nothing falls in place
I can’t find the pocket
I just can’t seem to sync up with logic I’m caught in the objects
I just can’t seem to find that pocket.
I wrecked my face trying to figure out time and space
But I just don’t get it, looking for the now in the wrong place.
I can’t find the pocket
I just can’t seem to sync up with logic
I’m an off light socket
I just can’t seem to find that pocket
All that you find when you see things falling down
In a way is a soon you never can take
’Cause all your time is gone
Runnin’ in place
Runnin’ to the next race
And I know I’m gonna get it Mama
So I could trick my fate
I can’t find the pocket
I’m lost in time and objects
I’m looking for a prophet
I’ll be fine when I find that pocket