>>> Someone says something...

The Zephyr is proud to present the future EP release from We Are Control, Remote Control Masses and, as a little tidbit, the lyrics of its first song, The Starting Line, right off the EP!

Now, you must be wondering who or what is We Are Control, right?

We Are Control is a band of the future. It will ground-breaking, genre-defying, ear-splitting, head-banging and all that sort of good stuff that a truly impressive band is.

For it doesn't exist [YET!], except in the minds of a select, mad few. In other words, it's an imaginary band! Had you all going for a minute there, didn't we?

But, perhaps, someday it will see the light of day, the dark of night, and not reside within the shadows of some rather cracked minds. We dare hope.

The inspiration for the band's name and subsequent composition of the following song lyrics are all due to @dontfollowRoma, so this one's for him!

Props for the image used in the EP cover goes to the talented people at LRCE. All those little carved people made an awesome image that we couldn't resist using.

The Starting Line
We Are Control

Antennas screwed into my head,
Control where my feet shuffle.
Sparks coming out of my ears,
I only hear what They want me to.

Their fingers are in my brain,
Squeezing, tugging, pulling, pushing.
My eyes pick up static like tv,
I only see what They want me to.

[Bridge]
I almost fall asleep everytime I blink.
Ha! I can't do anythin' or even think.
(Without Their say-so.)

[Chorus]
I've been moved along (By remote controllers)
Down the starting line. (For Their favourites)
Preprogrammed to lose. (For Their benefit)
Can't move till someone presses GO! (GO GO GO!)

I'm stumbling around in the crowd,
The endless masses that trudge
Like puppets on invisible strings,
Their dull pleasure marionettes.

Black cameras at every street corner,
Vultures watching your every move.
Uniformed dogs glaring and growling
While I scurry like a lab rat.

Bridge

Chorus

Force-fed false propaganda
Straight into my cracked mind,
The antennas vibrate like mad,
Receiving what They broadcast.

Subliminal messaging derails
Whatever I'm thinking of now.
They're deep, deep in my head
And. They're. In. Control!

(There is no escape.)

Bridge

Chorus x2

[Commentator] Oh, look!
The nose moved across the starting line!

(They're. In. Control!)

... and the spark of inspiration starts a fire of creation.

>>> A little sadness...

Miss Soliloquy

Far from you.

The faint, vague sounds of something cracking.

I miss you.

I won't say who you are for there is no point.

But I do miss you.

Hopefully, someday, I won't feel it anymore.

But for now I do.

... flits through the shadows within my mindscape.

>>> The time is drawing near...

I've been as honest as I can, and I've done what I've had to. I did what I did, I enjoyed what I could. I've done my time, paid my dues. I can regret nothing.

Some chapters are long, some are short, some should've happened, some shouldn't have, but they all come to a close sometime.

For, and make no mistake, it's coming down to closing time yet again. So, grab your last drinks & that last mouthful and walk with me through that soon-to-be closing door. The door that closes on a filled chapter of my life.

To those who walked with me, helped write the pages, thank you. It's meant a lot to me over the past three quarters of a year. I wish I had more physical, visual mementos, but at least I have the memories.

Thank you all, customers, friends, colleagues, fellow storekeepers and so many others, for making my time so memorable within that strange spaces of that mallscape.

I'll see you when I see you.

SALUT LA FAMILIA!!!

... that the store's shutters will close on another era, another chapter of my life.