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Hyperspace Dreamboat

by TrophyJoe

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  • Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album

    Beautifully pressed CD in a super-neuro-haptic DigiPack, showing hyperrealistic depictions of our imaginations, printed in truest colours available in this and several other parallel dimensions.

    For you to hold in your arms when happy, sad, void, melancholic, ecstatic or every mood in between.

    All this for a ludicrous price of 10 € or whatever the philanthropist in you will spare for four deep space mariners on their mission to deliver empathetic vibrations to the intergalactic community.

    But can one really put a price on feelings? YOU can now!

    Includes unlimited streaming of Hyperspace Dreamboat via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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1.
Mexico 03:45
Aloud, out loud untethered in between. Unscathed, a scream caught up by strings attached to a cast, a call. My friend where are you now? So far, so far I’ve been living a different prison. Speak slow, no one can understand you. Evil still pretty sweet so far. We need more, we need more edge to cut through. Diego is on his way home to Peru. Meanwhile inside stop moving and i'll notice from the corner of my eyes kinda seems nice coming from the underground. A home outside drink lot, throw up, stand in awe and watch me go. Unscathed, unbathed gonna listen to a rocket-tune. Speak slow, no one can understand you. Evil still pretty sweet so far. We need more, we need more edge to cut through. Diego is on his way home to Peru. To Peru Para Para Para Para You tried to pack your bags and quit, but you don't own a shirt. So jump ahead as you see fit and scream your lungs to shit. I'll join the theme of the coral and check above my head Para Para Para Para Speak slow, no one can understand you. Evil still pretty sweet so far. We need more, we need more edge to cut through. Diego is on his way home to Peru.
2.
Lakehouse 04:50
What should I do when out of the blue, oh wait. And everything falls in place, except you. Watching you be, high up in a tree, just one glance you light up a candle and burn yourself, too. If I'm in tune, would be something new, for sure we're walking through rain now, remain please stay, wait. Distant, cold and blurry we're just passing by. In case the light is worn out bad courage of the mind. I'm up on a hill, the mountain is still miles away there's nowhere to go from here except you. I don't know why don't know why I should, yes I do when everything fits to you. Distant, cold and blurry we're just passing by. In case the light is worn out bad courage of the mind. Just one minute before I leave Another minute more, please try A million stars upon my feet and we're just passing by.
3.
Execute A 06:01
Wake up see the hours fade at glance. Now the memories fit, surpass. Embrace denial and tear it apart for what is lost, so far. You failed and faltered, fell down to the cold ground a call to arms charged and then taken away. Overrated, a call to arms, I was blind. Pull yourself together, rise and shine some regrets, never mind the time we're given and the time we lost time to give in, but just but just. Butterflies come alive, heavy and weary cold chills make it harder to breathe. Overrated, a call to arms, I was blind. Sunrise, each thought is an island it's never the same execute A. And I was blind, I was weak and somewhat asleep and I opened my eyes, started to breathe out of the deep. You build up a house put up a roof put in a white door and a picket fence and burn it to the ground. [War noises] Overrated, a call to arms, I was blind. Sunrise, each thought is an island it's never the same execute A.
4.
Freak Circus 06:12
fire, juggling, teasing small clowns, battering teeth in empty smiles piercing and cold eyes so exhilarating, like a drug compulsive, but not enough tethered, beat and singled out in an empty house hiding so you can't see ready, steady, flee flocking together, tiny feet rattling the floor suddenly you cry no more pipes and barrel organs whistle makes all the lesser vultures bristle hits you hard down to your core vicious score bleeding, fleeing, no light special performance tonight no use to fight it, the will to live slowly dies down circus is back in town hiding so you can't see ready, steady, flee no use to fight it, the will to live slowly dies down circus is back in town
5.
I'm not awake must have been days and I'm not a single breath away. I'm watching the waves floating in dark blue but I haven't slept this well in days. It's the end of a night when I look up, and so far away to the end there's a corner of the sky. My love for how long can we disown what we turn into? We go slow, it's a new low no way to shake it, no other way home. And the moon shines, in those silly lights, and it falls to the ground while no one's around or able to help you. Go slow, my love. Leave now, send a kiss goodbye to your new new home in that corner of the sky. Newborn, wash me away. Come a bit closer, leave me a lie. My heart is open, my eyes are dry closed just a little - enough to survive. Like the edge of a knife I've been bleeding out life. But I can't feel one damn thing inside. My love for how long can we disown what we turn into? We go slow, it's a new low no way to shake it, no other way home. And the moon shines, in those silly lights, and it falls to the ground while no one's around or able to help you. Go slow, my love. Leave now, send a kiss goodbye. New home, in that corner of the sky. Newborn, in that corner of the sky. My love for how long can we disown what we turn into? We go slow, new low no way to shake it, no other way home. And the moon shines, silly lights, falls to the ground, not able to help you Go slow, my love.
6.
On a roll, all on my own with a mindset to set me free, yeah. Cause I can't stop I'm stuck, amok over my own brain. My shell of glass is shocked and cracked break, rip and repeat, yeah. I'm much too slow, asleep and broke there's something under my bed. I'm lost, deliver me to wherever I need to be now. And don't make me walk home, I'll choke under my own weight. I ride across the desert past the devastated fields and cannot stop till gas is up all windows shut. Cold sun in the morning, I'm driven by fear and trapped in the dark. And every single moment moves on by past my fast beating heart. I finally hate me, I put myself to the wall. I'm setting myself free I was driven too far. Disbeliever, burning trees it smells like fever and disease. Smoke and mirrors, candles lit the melting pavement does it's bit. I willingly would breathe to feel the ashes filling up my lungs, my lungs, and salvage the warmth. Cold sun in the morning, I'm driven by fear and trapped in the dark And every single moment moves on by past my fast beating heart. I finally hate me, I put myself to the wall. I'm setting myself free I was driven too far. Rent a car, how bizarre. Hit a wall, not my fault. With amazement, and through lust take a train or build a bus. In contention, with a lesson, superstition, someone listen. Poisoned water makes you stronger. Bittersweet love, never wrong. Now it's time to feel and to conceal the fear inside my bones when every single moment moving by hits like a stone. And I can finally hate me, I put myself against the wall. Set myself free, I'm at war on my own. Rent a car, how bizarre. Hit a wall, not my fault. I'm in hell, break the spell. Thousand names, never fair. Now it's time to feel and to conceal the fear inside my bones. When every single moment moving by hits like a stone. And I can finally hate me, I put myself against the wall. Set myself free, I'm at war on my own. [All while the dreamboat choir perspires its tune of devastation] Rent a car how bizarre hit a wall not my fault Doesn't matter, this is rotten. Chained to an airvent, drowned and forgotten. We're all insane, stuck in quicksand. Drowning in shame, unable to withstand. New machete unnecessary. This here is my home, unable to carry. Cut through the armor right down to the bone, caught up at war on my own. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

about

Super-Vast Imagination Vessel, drifting through the translucent never-ending fabric of being. Over-embodied by indescribable strangers, indestructible, indistinguishable, born apart.
Home based at acceptably sized bodies of purified, refreshing liquid. It has to be engaged, it needs to unwind in the very first of degrees, unbound. Unrelenting.

A panoptic horror, set fourth right into the farthest pockets of reality and fabric. Moving in and being moved as such, just as much. For the terror awaits, reminisces, forever encapsulated inside and out. A cruel world, turned cruel.

The number of the beast.

Seven.

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released March 17, 2018

Freak Circus by Lars Rohrsen and Trophy Joe
All other songs by Trophy Joe

Recorded at Nota Falsa Recordings
Mix by Sasha Sirovica
Master by Toshi Trebess

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TrophyJoe Aachen, Germany

Trophy Joe are:
Yona Frekers - Vocals, Guitar
Diego Zabrodiec - Guitar
Tim Klebig - Bass Guitar
Alex Limper - Drums & Percussion

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