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Two forces coming together as water creates steam when fire is added, so aLL Orange Multimedia and Conspiracy of Angels met one crescent evening at a power spot in the high desert and conjured this music back from the boiling sea of the unknown. With their unified Intention a new entity was brought forth, pulled into the known world in order to disrupt the frozen assemblage point of current music.

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released September 26, 2012

aLL Orange Multimedia: Q and Nirai
Conspiracy of Angels: Grayson and Jessica

Cover Concept by Q
Graphic Design by Nirai

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All Orange Multimedia California

aLL Orange: Twila Wild & Q, a caravan that arrives in your town taking you into a mysterious house of Light & Shadow, a flourescent glow in the dark. a Multimedia show using Light, sounds from primal instruments/found objects, Projections, & a voice chanting from the other side. aLL Orange is sure to take you to other dimensions..... prepare for an intense time & deep understandings. ... more

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Track Name: His Name Is Joe
I know a man
his name is Joe
he picks up that girl
and before you know

down beaches near they go

and before you know

his name is Joe
Track Name: A Flying Shadow
She:
a flying shadow dipping low so lightly
He:
walking towards the horizon
heat waves peeling reality lighter
molten golden dust even lighter
becoming the sun
She:
a faint light comes and goes
so softly
as if from another time
stretching the distance
a pale green goth feline
deep blue core
slowly fading
further orange
further green dust
in a cold black night

just one crack in the rocks
blowing perception open
willing the wheel
as it turns like chance
a warrior continues to be
Track Name: Jupiter Rising
how long i have waited
for this staggering moment
too good to be true
the silence has been deafening
so loud because you wanted it
all they ever said was good bye
and the foundations were cracked
the mortar of men has fallen
and the dark engine rolls on
across the place of once Eden
out to the furthest far shore
the train rolls toward heaven
the engine of time speeds by
take the chance of smiles
take the gift of evermore
leave the past of constant sorrow
out to prairies across the field
the tracks spread out tomorrow
and leave no marks on the tool
the tracks are made of steelness
your eyes are wet in stillness
your ticket says "hometown"
your seat is waiting on the line
the train leaves at midnight
the station master has no time
take the train to nowhere
it's best to leave at dawn
no one will be watching
the morning you left your sorrow
the dawning of the travel guide
taking you to tomorrow
taking you to hide
Q
Track Name: When I Was Nineteen
as your shadow enters deep waters
a force rises from beneath
breaking through
touching the weathered planes
with a pure amber desire for the skies

there is a dome at the edge of the sand world
you are standing alone watching
softer curve denote unending flow
you plant your feet in between heaven below
and the loss for a dime

beyond you still see
a red sea with stories and myths
embedded in its wake

three warriors made it beyond the sand world
they planted a pyramid through pink emanations
a docking ship
waiting for our survival through the dream door

i see Quetzalcoatl
you are still waiting
between water and sand
waiting listening and watching
and telling the people

once you waited and listened and watched
do not hesitate

and only one glimpse from the unknowable
directed it's aim further without bounds
for Quetzalcoatl to balance himself with infinity

today is the wake

Noir
Track Name: Once You Waited
once you have waited
and listened
and watched
do not hesitate
Q

"They have realized that only if they remain totally detached
can they have the energy to be free.
Theirs is a peculiar type of detachment
which is born not out of fear or indolence
but out of conviction"
Carlos Castaneda