REFRAIN (By Mark Muszynski) Blue lagoons in distant lands With angry nature calling me Blue full moons in distant lands With angry nature calling me Rap Lyrics (By Eli D) INTRO Spawned in a place where I have no business Dreaming of a place called home Picked up the phone When the motherland calls I can’t hear that tone But one day I will Palm trees and lagoons, Freedom from the rules In this place, not a space I feel I wonder FIRST VERSE In this concrete city Full of lows and pities, I dream of a home of gold, Not gritty Clear blue skies not abundant cloud Million me’s with the prettiest smiles Tears of joy, and the cries are proud Heritage, parentage, down to the soil Fresh ripe fruits, not a meal from foil Green white green, not a union jack on the flag Long haul flight might get jet lagged But it’s worth it To visit a place that’s perfect A place where a face might look like mine A place, yeah a place where the sun must shine A place, year a space where my fate resides A place, yeah a base for a brand new life CHORUS 1 What do I want (what do I want) What do I need (What do I need) A whole new place (a whole new place?) Will I succeed (will I, or will I?) What do I want (what do I want) What do I need (What do I need) A whole new place (a whole new place?) No longer a dream (no longer a—) DROP Am I running to, or am I running from (Blue Lagoons) X4 BREAK (Spoken by Carl Jung) That is not to be forgotten, fantasy is not nothing! It is, of course, not a tangible object, but it is a fact nonetheless. Observe the stream of images within, you observe an aspect of the world. VERSE 2 Passport ready, ticket in hand So why do I feel like sand Hourglass turning, it’s urgent, gotta go gotta go Time ticks by the hand But what am I leaving All the memories, friends I made All the days on the bus with my mates Is this what I really need to escape? Family here, all the ties we made Every birthday Every birthday Every birthday Am I truly, truly afraid? Is this place I dream of truly a dream or a nightmare Who cares, gotta find out and see Bags all packed to embark, not flee Gotta find what I seek A whole new life, and now repeat CHORUS 2 I know what I want (I know what I want) But not what I need (but not what I need) A whole new place (a whole new place?) No longer a dream (no longer a dream) X2 DROP Am I running to, or am I running from (Blue Lagoons) X4 BREAK (Spoken by Carl Jung) The man who is going by the external world; society, or perceptions […] thinks he is more valid, and the man who goes by the subjective factor is not valid. No! That man is just as well based. OUTRO I know where I came from But I don’t know where I’m going Steep or slow like where the wind blows, the rain don’t know it Still gotta keep it going Still gotta keep it pushing Passports and papers in hand Still en route to a distant, Still en route to a distant land OUTRO (By Mark Muszynski) I first met you on the airplane Entangled dreams of distant lands

VERSE So I see you sitting in your booth waiting for me, patiently Somehow feel your ego staring through my victories, it’s policy BACKGROUND See me now, see me now, look up now See me now, see me now, look at me now See me now, I got new powers, I’m back now See me now, I’m making bands, I’m back now CHORUS My book filled with red flags, don’t ask, it won’t last I just wanna fly high, but you won’t let me reach the sky Standing here with my bags, face mask, rubber bands I just wanna say goodbye, but you won’t let me pass by high (ooh) So I DROP BARK X2 Run at me, catching me, gonna be, makin’ me BARK X2 You know me, VIP, see ID? Nah no need VERSE 2 Wonderin’ who we are? Take a seat, cause there’s no chundering at the seminar My memoir, so bizarre, hottest crew out right now Running these streets with our fleet of TC aircraft Catching flights, picking fights with the next guy Feeling real fly with the ice in my bloodline When you’re up this high, find it hard relax Only been two days but I just bought a new pack CHORUS My book filled with red flags, don’t ask, it won’t last I just wanna fly high, but you won’t let me reach the sky Standing here with my bags, face mask, rubber bands I just wanna say goodbye, but you won’t let me pass by high (ooh) So I DROP BARK X2 Run at me, catching me, gonna be, makin’ me BARK X2 You know me, VIP, see ID? Nah no need DROP You gon’, you gon’ take me higher X4 Passengers of TC Aircraft flight number 2703 to Distant Lands are requested to head to gate number 13. Thank you OUTRO I first met you on the airplane Entangled dreams of distant lands Stuck in a rut, in a concrete carcass Straight from the gut, we jumped into darkness For the promise of a new beginning Your voice, I remember your voice

In Romanian: Am ajuns la poarta Cu ai mei, deja asteapta Sa ajung acasa Dar abia am plecat X2 Oare ce se mai intampla cand sunt plecat? A plecat femeia ultima data cand am plecat Dupa a murit ala tot ultima data cand am plecat E a doua oara cand se intampla asa ceva De asta nu imi mai pasa, nu imi mai pasa Nu e prima oara! Dar nu mai imi pasa, nu-mi mai pasa (Nu e prima oara) X2 Totusi unii inca ma asteapta De cand am plecat Altii au uitat De cand s-au schimbat Dar oricum nu eram la fel Oare ce se mai intampla cand sunt plecat? A plecat femeia ultima data cand am plecat Dupa a murit ala tot ultima data cand am plecat E a doua oara cand se intampla asa ceva De asta nu imi mai pasa, nu imi mai pasa In English: I'm at the gate now With siblings, they're already waiting For me to get home But I just left X2 What else happens when I'm gone? My woman left the last time I left Then he died also the last time I left This is the second time this has happened That's why I don't care anymore, I don't care anymore It's not the first time! But I don't care anymore, I don't care anymore (Not the first time) X2 However, some are still waiting for me Ever since I left Others forgot Since they changed But we weren't the same anyway What else happens when I'm gone? My woman left the last time I left Then he died also the last time I left This is the second time this has happened That's why I don't care anymore, I don't care anymore VOCALOID Lyrics By Mark Muszynski All my friends run on (oh oh oh) Seeing them takes so long now (oh oh oh)

Good morning Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your Captain speaking, welcome aboard TC flight 2703 service to Distant Lands. We are going over the big ocean, there are a few bumps associated with that, but hopefully we’ll have a smooth ride. Should be partly cloudy and then clear blue skies. So enjoy the flight, please help yourself to the array of food and drinks that we will be serving, and thank you for flying with us! Immigrant Prayer By Luke Carey Chorlton We grieve under the shadow of a storm We leave under the shadow of the past,  God, so that we might find hope in you Oh! These skies are no reservoirs They spurn us with volcanic residue  Yet let us be fresh buds rooted out of foul soil, Let us be dancing stars born out of this ill confusion, That we may find home under any constellation Unto hate and pain, let us be a foil  This plane a vessel for those whose skin… tongue… soul… was made taboo We will not fear the storm, the unknown, For it is us who were made unknown  And now we erupt in symphony We pray, we pray, and we pray, Amen Good afternoon Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your Captain speaking. As you can probably tell we’re having a little bit of turbulence. I know it’s uncomfortable but just please bear with us. We have just been updated that there are unforeseen rough weather reports ahead of us… Anyway won’t be lasting too long so we ask that you please stay within your seats until the seatbelt sign is turned off. Thank you.

Notebook Of A Return To A Native Land By Aimé Césaire (In English) Rally to my side my dances You bad ****** dances The carman-cracker dance The prison-break dance The it-is-beautiful-good-and-legitimate-to-be-a-******-dance Rally to my side my dances And let the sun bounce on the racket of my hands But no, the unequal sun Is not enough for me Coil, wind, around my new growth Light on my cadenced fingers To you I surrender my conscience and its fleshy rhythm To you I surrender the fire in which my weakness smolders To you I surrender the chain gang To you the swamps To you the non tourist of the triangular circuit Devour wind To you I surrender my abrupt words… REFRAIN By Mark Muszynski (In German, Polish, and English) Berliner Maschine, atmet rein die Toxine Neuer Immigrant, geh sofort zum Arbeitsamt Ty jesteś Polakiem, czyli jesteś biedakiem Not Anglo and white, prepare to fight-or-flight In English: Berlin machine, breathe in the toxins New immigrant, go to the employment exchange right away You’re a Pole, so you’re a poor person Not Anglo and white, prepare to fight-or-flight SPOKEN WORD By Mark Muszynski You ever wondered What the fuck you’re actually doing? You’re breathing in the air Choking Under the presumption that’s life Life is suffering they say Life is ups and downs they say What if yours is one big down? Maybe everyone’s riding one big fucking down wave They said Berlin would give salvation Look what it did to you You’re destroying yourself You no longer believe In the frantic lies of the free world You no longer believe In the propaganda propagated by the same people who created all the fucking destruction of culture, blood, people like you Your life is meaningless because they designed it that way One more cog in the machine You’re nothing to them Nothing! They fucking destroyed a child’s soul Turned him into a soldier Competing to satisfy the superior blood Of his captives I fucking hate you I fucking hate all of you I fucking hate you You made me fucking hate myself It’s all my fucking fault Should’ve complied Should’ve been born to a different mother In a different country In a different time I fucked up I fucked up I don’t deserve my skin I don’t deserve my name I don’t deserve a single breath I steal from you I fucking hate myself Congratulations! You’ve done it You’ve bloody done it You’ve bloody done it You’re him! You’re flying! You’re god! I can’t believe this I can’t believe my luck! I’m with god! I’m god! I’ll construct my own propaganda! You won’t know what’s real in my world No sir! You’ll be the bottom class rat Feeding on the remains like a dog I’ll make a religion and you’ll be the pagan I’ll make a state and you’ll be exiled I’m god I’m everything You’re nothing I control you You belong to me Oh this isn’t real? You’ll be punished severely for that Fifty strokes for offending the architect I’m the architect! You’re a common filth worker of the machine! A cog in the never-ending machine! Let the rain pour down and destroy what you call reality! I own you now! I own your thoughts! Oh shit Interview Spoken By Aimé Césaire (In English:) It’s fundamental, we must remember. This does not mean we are resentful people but we must remember.

I first met you on the airplane Entangled dreams of distant lands. Stuck in a rut, in a concrete carcass. Straight from the gut, we jumped into darkness. For the promise of a new beginning. Your voice, I remember your voice. Told me to brace for broken dreams, lands full of lies. Can of sardines, doomed to die. Now, the light glimmers, scorching heat. We made it — home, journey’s complete. Are you alive, my Love; from next seat? Did you survive, above, at 30,000 feet?

VERSE Sitting in a dark room Gonna fight these dark times I need to survive Cuz this is my life, yeah I want you tomorrow To see all your sorrows Flow away, Flow away I just want to hold you close Together we can learn the ropes I just wanna feel the sun again We don’t the world to be More than we could ever need I just wanna have some fun again BUILDUP Baby, please don’t, please don’t doubt Baby, please don’t, please don’t doubt Baby, we’re gonna, we’re gonna ugh Baby we’re gonna make it out BRIDGE Maybe you’ve got a hand to lend I just wanna see you again looks like somehow we’ve arrived Now all that’s left is to survive (loud) BUILDUP Baby, please don’t, please don’t doubt Baby, please don’t, please don’t doubt Baby, we’re gonna, we’re gonna ugh Baby we’re gonna make it out LAST DROP We’re gonna make it out

(Narrated by Jesse Cornett) "Compliance will earn one of you your immediate freedom. — We no longer want to be free." Spoken Word (By Mark Muszynski) Sleep well Schlaf gut Gute nacht Śpij dobrze Dobranoc In English: Sleep well Sleep well Good night Sleep good Good night Sleep Poem By Mark Muszynski Sleep You craved sleep It waited for you patiently, capably escaping dreams Spider webs went overseas, now you’ve caught it with one sweep Like a fish it wriggles and twists, til you persist: “We can coexist” Sleep wants to go home, just like you. For home is long overdue Home is a misused word. It confuses both of you But now a light burns in the nerves of your home Lighting the window, it yearns to not be alone Will it go out?