Ants of the Sky, The POWERFUL Nonsense |2021

Oh Ants of the Sky… This is literally that thread. The one that explains a lot of shit you have no idea what I’m talking about… like I’m the only stoner in the room… pfft.

I don’t want to go into the history of seeing Between The Buried and Me (BTBAM). I’ve written about them recently, and that I’ve referenced them many a time since 2008.

Good times, shout out to Brad. I won’t even say “That Brad” with a link this time around. Ok, there’s a link to some of it.

What I will say, now and until the end of days, is I do not love the singers yelling. I get it. There’s a time and place for it. But for fuck sake, the composition of your music is so amazing.

Enough so that Dream Theater asked you to tour with them, Progressive Nation 08. Yup, THAT Dream Theater.

The lead vocals and keyboardist, his name is Tommy Giles Rogers (TGR). His normal singing voice is very lovely, as you can hear from time to time in some of their songs.

Well, shit… ALL of their music. But the dudes (TGR) got a very nice midrange voice. Then he yells. Where’s my middle finger emoji???

But Ant’s of the Sky is so much more than that. Ok, kinda. I mean. I’m the judge here and umm, it’s like, ya know? Shout out to my brother’s vernacular.

I think one of the things that always made me “sploosh” on this song, as well as with White Walls, is the ludicrousy of the actual music.

And we can highlight up the wazoo, but this shit fucking nails it starting 9:40ish. You get to hear his (TGR) voice. But 11:35ish. Boom. Mind blown.

I mean, how does this kind of shit happen, on the length of a run of 45 seconds, in the middle of a more death metal band-sounding song. Seriously? How? Tell me? Now now now now now. You can’t.

Break it down, that’s the 10:40 part. But a fucking banjo? Really? Really? REALLY? That’s some sort of bullshit. It’s also some sort of fucking nerdy cool.

It’s a great groove, smooth like you’d hear from a normal band. But no, fucking prog bands and their prog sound. Oh, and fuck everyone. Smilie emoji.

“I wrote this song in an airport. When I listen to music on my headphones, I like to watch the world work and think about what every single person is doing that day. This song is about each one of us creating our own itinerary and flying through our life on one big vacation. Trying to find happiness, perfection, and love.

It’s a “bloody, bumpy” road for most, and others it’s a wonderful journey. We fly away from our problems and towards our solutions (at least what we think are our solutions). We are the ants of the sky…aka the walking dead.”

-Tommy

Come on dude (TGR), you have a wonderful voice.

And that’s why I’m a computer nerd and have absolutely no knowledge of the music industry, the people in the music industry, what goes into recording, producing, engineering a single song. Let alone an album.

Think about that shit for a second. Even bad music wasn’t made in 5 minutes, in the closet of a Hyatt Janitorial Maintenence Room. I mean, who hasn’t been there before? Am I right?

I really should enable emoji’s on the site. It’d be better that I could really articulate the ridiculousness of a fucking song with an old-school wild west hoedown in the middle of a fucking song. And then let it roll for 45 seconds.

Check out the Youtube video for Between The Buried And Me – Ants Of The Sky.


 

I’ll sleep now.
My teeth taste funny today…they seem more jagged than normal.
I’ve been told, I’ve been told, I’ve been told that I have been grinding them like gears during my dream hours…
I wonder if it’s just my thoughts fusing into one frequent dream…
One which parts with the night, the night.
I saw them dragging the other day, other day.
Scraping their knees…
Seems the high horse is taking them all home…
I can’t leave myself out.
Seems the high horse is taking them all home…
I can’t leave myself out, self out.
Why should we sleep today…
Why should we awake tomorrow?
We can just pop back a few and drift through this pre-programmed flight.
We can just pop back a few and drift through this pre-programmed flight.
Across all oceans… a windy, noisy trek…
Across all oceans… a windy, noisy trek…
This seems to be what I’ve needed.
Across all oceans… a windy, noisy trek…
Across all oceans…a windy, noisy trek…
The view used to be better…lands are growing into one.
We wanted it this way.
We were brought up to grow into one.
We were brought up to grow into one.
I’m going to fly up soon and seek other lands.
The soothing air of flight…
A bird’s eye view into what I’ve always imagined life could be.
Will it be sought after?
It might just be useless writing and ideas that laziness will corrupt in the end.
Bones of dust need hardening.
I think the prescription.
I think the prescription is found.
Sleep on…
Sleep on… fly on.
In your mind, you can fly.
Sleep on…
Sleep on… fly on.
In your mind, you can fly.
Sleep on…
Sleep on… fly on.
In your mind, you can fly.
Sleep on…
Sleep on…fly on.
In your mind, you can fly.

My teeth grin oddly today…
They seem to gleam more than normal.
Maybe it will be noticed.
Walking dead.
Walking dead.

between the buried and me Ants of the Sky
http://httpoidalerock-progblogspotcom.blogspot.com/2010/09/between-buried-and-me-colors-2007.html

And yes, I know that Youtube is Killing Videos – 2020