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Tiberius

by Tiberius

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    4 track self titled EP "Tiberius" with direct-to-disk printed label and card sleeve featuring stunning original artwork by Alex Spencer of Alexhibition art.

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    Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album

    4 track EP in a gatefold card case with artwork by Alex Spencer.

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1.
Vultures 04:36
Fuck! When did this become so damn hard? Now I have to watch what I say and how I express it. Limiting expression is simple supply and demand. When the river runs dry the price will reflect it. The groovesharks are culled but beware of their relatives. Have you got a permit to swim? Nevermind industry the laws are against us. Watch where you place that beat or they'll surely arrest us. Monotony has won and they slowly divest us. The fortune's gone and they're glad to correct us. Feathered vultures roam while we make it easy; they dine today, we're their prey. They become airborne looking for the goldmine; minds to prey, our backs in black as we walk away. The lady writes in time to a familiar swing. Dancing alone to the tenuous pretense that nothing can come from what's come before. The vultures turn expecting her to sing a verse they've heard before that will fill their bellies to the brim. Just a note or two, that will do. And now the jury have their say, can there be another shade of grey? And as the gavel falls the vultures begin their feasting call. When did it get so hard to speak, to voice opinions to a beat? We should be grateful they protect the dead men listening in the sky...I wonder why. Feathered vultures roam while we make it easy; they dine today, we're their prey. They become airborne looking for the goldmine; minds to prey, our backs in black as we walk away. Never to regain our way unless we pay the toll for what we say to they who never contribute a thing! Endless dreams creeping under my skin. Hard to let go the feeling that expression is sin. More than the feeling that I can't breathe is the realisation that I'm not as strong as I seem. Why does a rhythm have to end up being caught? When did a groove become a product to be bought? There is no meaning if the feeling is a right to be exploited - how the fuck do they sleep at night? Profits lead to ignorance, our unity to dissonance. Why has all our influence become a means of recompense for industry and lying men - bleach blonde names of no importance! Impotent. Don't lie to me, show yourself we all can see.
2.
Another day, spent sitting wasting in their minds. There's nothing like a big fucking lie to keep them in control. And now they wait, they contemplate their own demise. Waxing lyrical never taught them the strength of wisdom, oh where is the rhetoric now? The vault is blown wide open, A carnival for all to see. And still the truth is not spoken, nor shall it ever be. Let me welcome you to where asymmetry abounds. they may not know the answer, but they know how it should sound. So they let the gods decide their fate - as though indecisive neutrality maintains a sense of parity. As the bombshells fall like some ancient call, crumbling idols sit and smile with the expression man gave them. The bleakest outlooks plague the working people, being dealt like cards to the cigar-weilding class. Fat cats live where the smoke is sweeter and superficiality replaces any sense of reality. Why are they trying to be just like everyone else? Superficiality, everyone is in love with themselves. Every moment we live here gets left for someone else to find what it means to believe in ourselves and the face we hide.
3.
As the autumnal breeze blows, filling the sky The youth stare ahead with hope In their eyes they long to see a life worth living, beyond their degree, And in their heads they keep from thinking that beyond these walls their world will end. They're told that they WILL get a job and all their problems will be solved! Ignore the emptiness as you walk through the world's conveyor belt. Mindless they drift to their classes keep in line appease the masses Hold on to your seat or you might fall! Another broken dream, we're told to work by the esteemed, we're set the goals to keep us focussed on this endless job. Just focus on your grades, worry about the pay you make, there's always next year to consider following your dreams... again. We sit and believe that our stock is based purely on what we comprehend... and what we spend. There's just no end. All the land is eaten up, and so the youth migrate online. The only space where we can live, Finding some superficial meaning. Waiting for their fearful parents to pass on the land they claimed when they were young, they wonder why we fall into depressions financial and existential, because we know there's nothing for us. For us they care nothing; we are just a number that they can all quote while we burn. In our minds there's nothing here to save, This life model we follow here is wrong. The unsustainability will turn the next generation back into the earth. If we don't begin to question who we are then what the fuck are we even living for? We will wander as the palace burns, Contemplating history, there's nothing left for you or me, Our paths must take an unexpected turn.
4.
Olympus has fallen, new gods are calling they sit upon melted down crowns. Punishing the weak, though they cannot speak laying claim to the sweat from our brows. Soldiers marching ten along, a reminder who's in charge. Blistered in their father's shoes, each one another segment on the news. In unison they take a draw from cold and shaking hands. Smoke billows in the sky. Lock, stock, smoking barrels, Comstock up for the new revolution! Buy a gun for the price of your morals, Moral Hazards. Resolutions! We can use the shells to build our institutions. Institutionalised for believing in their lies: everything's broken. No one's perfect, and you're imperfect in every world. Revel in your failings as every moment begins to unfurl. Ruler and king, decider of sin, how thou art blessed with the sight! The people believe that you can perceive their endless suffering, their plight. Where darkness has fallen your prophets come calling, smothering all in your might. It's something akin to the eradication of sin, save for the youngsters who fight. Procession drawing nearer, intentions becoming clearer; another sermon is proposed. The line men are in check, noose around their necks. Many know they're never coming home. COME MY CHILD YOUR LORD AWAITS! JOIN THE COMMUNION, EMBRACE THE HIVE MIND. DON'T ASK QUESTIONS, DON'T LOOK FOR ANSWERS. YOUR THOUGHTS SHOULD BE OUR THOUGHTS. OUR THOUGHTS SHOULD BE ...PURE. When the darkness falls too late, Hold back your tears or you'll be found. A new union to consumate, The subjects hear the gruelling sounds. Long before your prophet spoke to us, I remember another way. In this darkness don't you try to put the blame on us, attempting to lead us astray. No we won't stay. Hopeless dreaming, days worth thinking of. Hopeless dreaming, lies start seeping out. Hopeless dreaming, heart still beating out. Hopeless dreaming, my mind screaming let me out!

credits

released October 30, 2015

TIBERIUS are;
Grant Barclay - Vocals and lyrics
Jahan Tabrizi - Guitar
Chris Foster - Guitar
Ryan Anderson - Bass
Nick Kelly- Drums

Additional Vocals - Kirsty Robb

Produced by Tiberius


Artwork by Alex Spencer

Drums and bass recorded by Stewart McLachlan
Guitars and vocals recorded by Jahan Tabrizi
Additional guitars recorded by Samir Aroud
Mixed by Stewart McLachlan
Mastered by Alan Douches at West West Side Music

Special thanks to:
Gerald Chau, Stewart McLachlan
Pedram Valiani, Daniel Drever
Ella Viertola, Graeme Young
Robbie Smith, Samir Aroud
Morgan Hosking, Davy Hollingsworth
Guitar Guitar, Sontronics

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Tiberius Edinburgh, UK

Beginning their musical venture with a style which incorporated the rhythmic and melodic motifs typical of the djent and tech metal genres, the musical direction of Tiberius has evolved since their eponymous debut EP in 2015 to reflect the ambition and maturity of five individuals who seek to continually challenge themselves, writing music that they love, about topics of which they are passionate. ... more

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