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Pixelated Nonsense

by Reality Control

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It isn’t easy to see It isn’t noticed so easily The sun’s not floating, that just a lie, and I’ll tell you why: It’s held up by the sky So runaway on the spot And search where you are for what you’re not Twist in a cyclone of endless days, infinite malaise The everlasting craze And it’s all too human The feeling of adding up to the sum of someone collectively dumb Undo all that’s been undone What I want is to destroy the world, but that is all And it’s all too human The feeling of adding up to the sum of someone collectively dumb And I try to be you While you are trying to be me too Divide so swiftly between And see all that’s been unseen Until forever gives in Misunderstanding will always win So if the sun in tomorrows skies doesn’t even rise, I wont apologize
Stray 04:02
This feeling with each fear I’ve already been here My mind is soaring but the familiarity’s boring Eyes on the ground, the heavy sighs I wonder, I wander How long, how long Til I finally realize That I’m just walking in my own footsteps, head up in the skies What an adolescent stride No displacement what surprise I crawl to a soft halt A self-loss is a firm fault Eyes blame and wander Mouth swears and squanders I don’t know what to Say this, fading thought I don’t misunderstand what I am not And I don’t even fall apart all day As long as I stray out of everyone’s way Your inconsistent time is interchangeable with mine And I don’t fall apart all day As long as I stray out of everyone’s way
Age Of Doubt 04:20
Just hear me out, there’s nothing left to shout, my voice is shattered So let me in, I’m trying not to win by losing myself Age of doubt, unsure what it’s about or what it wants to be How can I prove what I already told you I don’t understand if I have yet to explain my aversion to coherent things? I never know, you never say, I’ll be, although I wasn’t born this Way to imply, don’t even try, you cannot fold the corner of my eye Overthrown, forgotten and alone, the silver lining Age of doubt, you’ve got me figured out, I feel so assured Way to imply, don’t even try, you cannot fold the corner of my I never know, you never say, I’ll be, although I wasn’t born I could’ve sworn something was torn from me and set free Just hear me out, there’s nothing left to doubt yet no one’s sure
I know you are the face of the world I know you spun in place as it swirled It isn’t hard to figure out It isn’t difficult to doubt, no it isn’t It’s the easiest thing You’re disconnected at the wing It really doesn’t matter if you do well That’s not important, just like when you can’t tell it’s unfathomable Won’t you tell it’s not what it is? Won’t you tell me you’re not who you are? It isn’t hard to make it up Is fabrication not enough for you? Yes it is It’s the simplest thing You’re disconnected at the wing It’s imperfection we relate to the best Unanswered question marks make up the rest Do I mean we admit? We’re all filing in a line We’re misdirected to feel fine But in the aftermath that occurred subsequently posterior to equation we deemed you most appropriately something that’s disconnected at the wing
I’ll wait in the morning, I’ll wait in the night, I won’t wait the whole length of my life As it turns and tosses and twists out of line I’ll rush through the instant, I’ll swing from the moon in slow motion with flames, I presume Like a comet sweeping through life like a broom Don’t tell me I’m the only one that breaks before they’re made By serving all the radicals and pining through my days That it’s only a matter of time before I’m forced to crawl Because don’t you know that time for me is no matter at all I’ll slowly admit to uncanny relief while depicting unwanted defeat As a fading birthmark that acts so discreet when it’s not Though the clouds break open, the rain had forgot Now I’m bleeding into animations, swollen pseudo fantasy
Intelligence is fucking stupid, and it’s so lucidly uneasy to see it's not me (if you think illogically) Strange robot thing, you’ve got no power And I’ll devour every inch of your soul if you dare do anything you’re told, now feel uncontrolled I don’t pretend to be invisible so I will not be seen, I don’t stare into the distance of a television screen I don’t even waste my time when I’m conversing with a mime I’m on your side, I’m rooting for you, I won’t adore you anymore if I’m paid. Like my bed, my decisions are unmade Settle down everyone, it’s all fine, please do not notice your melting spine I less than care and I couldn’t care less, I’m not embarrassed but I feel out of place I can’t face what I also can’t erase. Surprise, surprise, it was all expected The misdirected re-elected themselves and then planned the auto-tuning of Ayn Rand and Franz Ferdinand I don’t imagine it’s imaginable, I don’t disagree, but I don’t feel it’s all that laughable, you just laugh easily I don’t want to be the one pretending apathy is fun
In a way, everything is made up of electronic clay, with a shock that’s barely elastic in its delay As it feeds on mechanical sky and we don’t wonder why it does When I am where I am, then I will be where I will be Will or when? Invisible options arising now and then, with the charm of impossibility imagined As its limitless paths intertwine, bypassing our mind’s design Pixelated nonsense frown, why do you bring me down? Eternally enjoyable, yet I’m following you underground Feel a little less distress, in that way, settle for the best Nothing should concern no one, everything should be left unaddressed Unsomethingness Notably, all that’s incapable breathes so capably through the lungs of digital introspective safety In the web of innumerable things, pleasantly devoid of what it brings When I am where I am, I will know and I will suggest Unsomethingness
Tenseless 04:29
A chance is enough for pretending It lures me away, never ending I’ll float in the feedback of a lifetime I’ll drown in a room full of oxygen A moth is the moon, what’s the reason? A moth is the sun, what’s the reason? The earth is a moth, what’s the reason now? When by the morning there is something wrong Then by the evening there is something wrong When by the morning there is nothing wrong Then by the evening there is nothing wrong An eavesdropping hug, melting eyelids A frantic deceit, not so frantic I’ll climb through the midnight to a bright star A chance is enough to be where you are
Interiorisms 04:21
You cannot withstand our not yet well-developed plan Fixed on to transfix all the invoices it depicts Because everything you know, Everything you think you know is just a box And its open You’re the only one that understands all of the things you haven’t done Can you tell me why that is or why it should be? Everything you know, Everything you think you know is just a box And it’s open for your eyes to look into Adding to this mess, a multiplied level of stress The product of it all sums up the hole inside the wall You’re the only one that understands all of the things you’ve haven’t done Can you tell me? Everything you know, Everything you think you know is just a box And it’s open for your mind to peer into Right now


Most of this album was written at the end of and just after high school. It took a while to record because the band broke up in the process and Colin and I mixed it through rented speakers on top of an old detuned piano (that very piano is also on the record!). It seemed like an impossible task to finish this at one point but I am very happy we did. We all learned a lot about how music works when we made this. Also, my dad designed the cool psychedelic cover. Don't ask me what pixelated nonsense is supposed to mean, I have no idea.


released March 7, 2013

Performed, Engineered, and Mixed by Reality Control
Mastered by Shawn Jurek

Dante Matas - Guitars, Piano, Synths, Percussion, Singing
Colin McNally - Bass, Drums
Jared Parker - Guitars, Synths, Percussion, Singing
Sean Leckie - Drums


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Dante Matas Toronto, Ontario

Dante Matas is a singer, songwriter, producer, and multi-instrumentalist from Toronto. He began by writing music at a young age before forming his first band at Etobicoke School of the Arts where he majored in visual art. In university, Dante studied philosophy and completed an MA in the field. Today, Dante combines his wide-ranging interests to make what could only be called cosmic folk pop. ... more

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