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Into The Modern

by Simon Tudiver

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1.
Is This Art 03:50
you’re on the straight you’re on the narrow you’re on the blank space you’re on the darkness you’re in the ether you’re crowding in you’re in the headlights you’re hiding everything these could be bones these could be places these could be tides these could be feelings my only vision is peripheral I’m only standing on one foot at a time this is the image on the tip of my tongue these are the colours these are the boundaries this is the vision it could be everything it could be dumb it could be brilliant it could be flies these could be feelings so-o-o I ruminate so-o-o is this art you tried to dismember so-o-o I validate so-o-o is this real found in december
2.
last night on earth there was a killing in the middle of the street people gathered around some were looking for something to eat they try to feed themselves on the island retreats of the rich but it never gets old nah it never gets old you can’t remember me you can’t remember me armed to the teeth you can’t remember me you can’t remember me or anything underneath first night alone there was a sound in the corner of the room try to yell my name but it just shivers on the enamel of my teeth you wrap your arms around the one who posted dreams sometimes when I’m armed to the teeth I kill my love
3.
Modern Scars 03:54
look at these figures on the boulevard they are sculpted like movie stars prosthetic busts and chiseled skin shoes I wish I was walking in how ominous how ominous my dog is waiting for her feather bed my feed is full of pics of her getting fed I drink a vodka before the bar I push my chest out like I’m a star how ominous how ominous how ominous how ominous put on the stolen gloves oh turn off the light feel up the surgeon's scars oh so much alike night strobes like a tv screen shocked face only a tween feed the followers snips and scraps through these devices, rooms and apps how ominous how ominous how ominous (to be literal) how ominous (to be twitteral) how ominous (to disconnect) how ominous (to unreflect) how ominous (the kids want more) how ominous (never seen it before) peel off these stolen gloves oh turn on the light tape up the invisible scars oh so much alike these are my american scars oh so much alike
4.
Infidels 04:03
if I was floating in the ether I would die alone if I was wrapped in golden garments I would spy the throne don’t you molest time or patronage and then just fall upon the sword all this power has a precedent you might be be humbled by a whore peace on earth goodwill to men but not the infidels call off your men they’re choking me my eyes are bulging war on earth peace in heaven you better pray to me fall down again stay far down on your knees if I could pray to supernova I would see the light the universe can handle wreckage of a little carbon ball I am firing all these cylinders to make a point I cannot prove
5.
I heard your lover slipped through the night I'm only reading what you want me to read Under the covers, out of the light I'm only seeing what you want me to see I'm taking down all the portraits tonight In which the party delights Re-education gave me roles to recite But I kept my wits out of spite This isn't funny, this isn't trite I'm only hearing what you want me to hear These marble gargoyles taking flight I'm only building what you want me to build I'm in the arms of the leader tonight His godliness makes me tight I'm getting high on charisma and fright Still got my left and my right You saw my lover tied to a kite You're only dreaming what they want you to dream You cut the tendons ever so slight You're only feeling what they want you to feel And now I'm down with my eyes to the light This feels so right, all this might I'm underground but my voice is polite I kept my wits out of spite
6.
Music 03:25
when the light shines up from the quicksand you were quicker than a lightning bolt faster than the trial your book learning never got you anywhere you were raised by an ever-present everywhere always in denial the songs that saved you were written in a shaky hand the deserts that graved you didn’t have a single grain of sand now i’m sitting on a little patch of asphalt on an island in the middle of the universe just working on my tan when does anyone have time to do anything most the time i just sit and let the phone ring but on the other hand the songs that saved you were written in a shaky hand the deserts that graved you didn’t have a single grain of sand if the darkness blew up like a cannonball I would hold you with my ears on fire back against the wall we could talk ‘bout the space in between us all the spaces inside of everything that make us what we are the songs that saved you were written in a shaky hand the deserts that graved you didn’t have a single grain of sand if I trace out the edges cut out the middle part leave you with a frame would you grasp at the corners fill in the emptiness take away the blame the songs that saved you were written in a shaky hand the deserts that graved you didn’t have a single grain of sand
7.
Ocean Sick 03:24
what do we learn from the miners just how to recover what do we burn in the furnace anything black bomb the hills scrape the ocean just don’t stop the flow bound ourselves by desires that we can’t fill when your body gets ocean sick you gotta lay down flat and be one with it you gotta - climb up over it leave the body alone when your body gets motion sick you gotta bring things up and be done with it you gotta - shimmy under it keep the body at home everybody's devotion sick we gotta fuel these bodies with open pits we drag a - razor over it make a body a clone all my brothers were there with me they were laid down under a flare with me they were told their riches were coming like drones better butter the bones standing in a tenement house looking at my phone I step over the ragged and loused searching for my clone reverse the flow tame the waters time can’t turn back when you’re underground you don’t hear the foghorn just feel the rumble you feel like it’s over it’s getting hot you feel like you’re sober but you’re not when your body gets ocean sick you gotta lay down flat and be one with it you gotta - climb up over it leave the body alone everybody's devotion sick we gotta fuel these bodies with open pits we drag a - razor over it make a body a clone
8.
Measures 05:00
you were only measuring your life to take a measure of a thing you have to stop and let it sing don’t mind me - I’m just moving here don’t find me - I’m just cowering did you pour a little water in the sea did you name your sons and daughters after me do you dream about the pictures in your head did you find yourself a sinner in the thread to take a measure of a thing you have to stop and let it sing don’t mind me look down from above I’m just moving here like a martyr on all fours bathed in blood don’t find me look up from below I’m just cowering like an angel hell I’m on top in the snow you tell me your name I only hear these syllables we think it’s a game they live in fear we’re unreliable
9.
we felt the wave touch us fully clothed we drink the tides as they ebb and flow we thought this life would be long enough to tell each other bout this love the star light will find us wherever we go ohh but now we’ve got two lives who depend on us woahh downton Montreal parc du portugal on the cobblestones as we walked home you kissed me on the bus or train rue de la reine taking off our clothes no one knows two by two the desert night by candlelight heartbeat on a therm-a-rest here we stand hand in hand down the stairs on Centre street in this quake bones will shake i’ll hold you and you’ll hold me on the open road with two kids in tow this is how we love you and me

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Into The Modern takes you on a journey past poprock anthems and intimate guitars, from symphonic arrangements to experimental electronics, all with the wit and wisdom of Simon's poetic lyrics.

Into The Modern explores dualities and contradictions in the modern world. Where does the natural end and the artificial begin? How do we understand humanity in a world of violence and self-interest? How does it feel to experience the world through technology?

Into The Modern defies simple categorization, blending disparate styles and sounds to forge new directions in modern pop music. It draws from many traditions, including folk, funk, indie rock, new wave, dance and electronic music.

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released March 31, 2015

Simon Tudiver: vocals, guitars, bass, synthesizers, drum machines
All songs were written, produced and mixed by Simon Tudiver
Mastered by Philip Shaw Bova

This album was made in Canada, and meets all four of the MAPL requirements for Canadian content.

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Simon Tudiver Ottawa, Ontario

Simon's musical experimentation has spanned three decades. He has fronted rock bands, played drums in a swing orchestra and honed his skills as a songwriter and producer.

Simon has also worked in radio journalism and environmental policy.
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