Samples of Delirium (Tour Edition)

by Arma

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Samples of Delirium - Special Tour Edition is a collection of songs written and recorded by Arma for their 2010 national tour. Only a limited 100 hard copies of the tour edition were printed, featuring unique artwork and a photograph from the recording sessions. The Tour edition hard copy features the same 9 tracks found on the official release of Samples of Delirium before the final mastering phase. The tour edition was only available at live shows during the 2010 tour. The digital copy serves as a 3-song demo for the official Samples of Delirium, due out in 2011.

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released October 14, 2010

Music written by Arma (Alejandro Guzman, Ben Ludwig, Taylor Brennan, Mike Cali)
Lyrics by Taylor Brennan

Album artwork by Ben Ludwig

Recorded by Arma and Noam Wallenberg
Produced by Noam Wallenberg

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Track Name: Automatism
I never hear you leave.
I didn't know your other had a name.
Your conscious is heavy with hours at loss,
And memory stretches thin across
The who you are and who you are to blame.

Insomniac by name
And yet I caught you sleeping.
A mile away from where you fell in still-less peace.
Just once, sleep until morning comes.

Mind doesn't matter here.
Your thoughts as lost as stones stuck in the sand.
As sure as a promise with fingers in lock
But for safe keeping two of them crossed
To break the promise made by other hand.

Insomniac by name
And yet I caught you sleeping.
A mile away from where you fell in still-less peace.
Just once, sleep until morning comes.

As though your safer in the in-between.
Without a fault to find you out.
A sharp divide, the left and right
Pulling you apart.
Maybe this once you're safer if not woken up.

Just once...sleep in.
Just once...stay sound.

Insomniac by name
And yet I caught you sleeping.
A mile away from where you fell in still-less pieces.
Insomniac by name and yet I caught you asleep.
Just once, sleep until morning comes.
Track Name: Whistler
Tranquil thanks to sedative.
As the iris contracts it's a welcome distraction.
Fool am I to try and live
Past the date branded in marking the expiration.

I must've heard the whistler.
Whistler doesn't make a sound.
The whitest noise doesn't make a sound.

Feral thanks to seventh sense
It's a heightened awareness a chain of reaction.
Fool am I to grow defensive with a
Character keen on predetermination.

I must've heard the whistler.
Whistler doesn't make a sound.
The whitest noise doesn't make a sound.
Track Name: Hypnic Jerk
Lately I've been feeling under the weather.
In fact I seem target to storms overhead.
The days look the same, there are tracings of echoes.
They say I may see these clouds forming again.

A marcher hidden in the Grand Parade.
Kept in step along the way, never missed a beat.

I woke and clouds had formed in deja vu, marchers walking two by two down familiar streets.

Another version of this vision nightly.
Taunted from a world that never will but could be.

Stay with me, your silence has silenced the others.
Stay with me, your silence has silenced the others.
We're without a starting line, a trigger pull, the rhyme or a reason.
Stay with me, your silence has silenced the others.

A martyr hidden in the Grand Parade.
Turned to find his own way and was trampled under feet.

I woke to see where I have never been, miles in all directions, not a cloud to compete.

A newer version of this vision daily from those who never settled for a world that could be.

Stay with me, your silence has silenced the others.
Stay with me, your silence has silenced the others.
We're without a starting line, a trigger pull, the rhyme or a reason.
Stay with me, your silence has silenced the others.

And through the speech I feel the cycle broken.
Though not the last of words that went unspoken.
And when they do it starts all over again, until then, they echo on.