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Welcome, Humans

by Thirteen of Everything

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    The digital version of "Late for Dinner" is one single 26-minute song-cycle (unlike the CD version which features track markers for all 7 parts.
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Flying East 09:20
Tearing down the left wing Three thousand miles away I can sit here - see what you did today Didn’t care when I left you Now I take what I may I can curl into a browser See what you did yesterday More than just part of me I was more a part of you All your games I follow You seem perfectly confused It’s not anything - It’s everything But I wouldn’t change The things that I did yesterday Tuning in to see you You can’t tune in to me You play on a green, green field In your Northern white city I take a slice of your soul when you play at home But I play away Look across the ocean Through windows on my home We’re years and miles apart Did you give or did you loan? Strange memories - Do you play tricks on me? My mind is flying to the East today © 2002 Thirteen of Everything
Let It Go 06:34
It’s easy to see - it’s all in the pedigree At least it’s interpreted that way It’s easy to say how a man got this way Just no controlling his type The murmurs and lies, how they hypothesize Without any compromise… You’ll just have to open your eyes And leave all that madness behind Taking the pain, driving yourself insane Everything’s crashing down around Nowhere to run - it’s all oblivion in here Nowhere to hide - the terror will not subside There’s no way out You’ll just have to open your mind And leave all that madness behind Admitting defeat - your judgments are incomplete It hasn’t beaten you - just yet Just grab the reins - ride through the hurricane Don’t let go Go face your fear - it will soon disappear Let it go You’ll just have to open your eyes And leave all that madness behind © 2002 Thirteen of Everything
Sleepdance 11:03
Marching through the darkness No fear – a stealth control I revel in the blindness - a fire within my soul Sleepdance Breathing in the cool air - the grass upon my feet Where is all this taking me? I wander slowly through my yard Through lands so far away The past and future make a deal This dream just wants to play Demons erupt, skeletons prance From out of the closet, a whimsical dance Silent windows, cracking open Childhood memories, chalkboards screeching Pounding, screaming, wake up…. Now! Out of the dark, a sound grows A dissonant chant, my fear knows Inside my head, the voices tell me: “It’s not real.” Figures appear, around me Imminent doom, awaits me Inside my head, the voices tell me: “It’s all real.” © 2002 Thirteen of Everything
Replay 05:36
“Replay the tape”, the inmate said “Start from where I get out of bed” The window bars, the weeping stars This lifetime on Mars Condensation trails Lead me back to where I began The telephone, the letter home All modern forms of torture The endless mindless noise The bad old boys “I’m leaving now”, and left his ring Of warmth upon her satin cheek But it’s so much damn colder this morning Coldest day we’ve seen this week Today’s the first day I concede To “Easy love, it’s only me” The driving night, the dial glows red “Replay the tape”, the inmate said Gonna take you with me, when I get out When this movie’s over, gonna take you with me Let’s get out Nobody knows why he did it The easy way out He just made the last train Can’t clean the bloodstain Let’s get out There’s so very much you can resent Your similarity has your contempt Take your time But don’t take mine Replay your tape I got myself out © 2002 Thirteen of Everything
Semprini 04:14
Bird In Hand 10:10
Here I stand with a bird in hand Contemplating the charms of another muse I’ll never know what I might gain unless I try – but I know… What I will lose I’ll take a stand and I’ll make a plan Shall I sacrifice what I hate to lose? There’s a hammer in my head that keeps pounding to beat the band I feel I must choose Am I just wasting my time? Will I still want what I find? What will I find? Grateful grazing or the greener side? The fence is strong, I’m secure, and my legs feel lame Some say that - not to decide - is a decision made, just the same Am I just wasting my time? Will I still want what I find? Nine lives has a cat to spare To me that seems a bit unfair Time was burnt, now smoldering The ashes spark - I am re-born But I am torn What will I find? Time is moving fast I feel so immobilized Caught between existence and life Must I choose between something real and something else that I merely feel? Hopes and dreams live in tenements Yet they have power to motivate But like vapor they dissipate We turn away and they materialize Why is it we don’t recognize? Down to the wire now what will it be? Put an end to this soliloquy My first pursuit bore fruit – why can’t I see? Am I to find out in time? Will I have lost what I find? © 2002 Thirteen of Everything
i. Xenophile I look to the cooker She tells me “Dinner will be late tonight” “I’m serving humanity” “It has become my species right” Her ears like saucers Her eyes like teacups catch the light Of the moon And the stars And the ships in the sky She is my xenophile My aberration painted green She knows she’s killing me Unwillingly picking at the seams ‘Till one man’s the last man And a footnote in their dreams of the Earth And her love And the life And the souls in the sky ii. Soul on a Stick So we look to the west And make the sign of the blessed A plume of smoke in my eye Says, “This is when you die” The horde of riders ride Towards the place we hide I feel my life divide This way, that way, this way, that way And with a smile on my mouth I move towards the south So when the bastards come I shoot them with my gun And the green of their blood Takes me back to babyhood Pretty color, pretty color Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty Pretty! Or with a smile on my face I hide behind the lace So when the beasts arrive I’m taken to their hive Where they extract my soul With a long and pointy pole And feed it to their young Mama, dada, mama, dada, mama, dada Mama! Where, where does this all lead? Next section, if you please iii. Doom (instrumental) iv. Gloom (instrumental) v. Real Estate Found species Living close Desirable neighborhood Evacuate or die The Birkenhead drill Your home is ours now This is the way we live The way you don’t We didn’t see the child The child in the street We oblivious You oblivion vi: Three-Hundred Years Asleep Should I awake To an insect gaze Separated by time From a life consigned To only gazing at the sky vii. Xenophobe Delicious agony To a wasting away This was a love resigned A big idea in a tiny mind A party in the fifth dimension You surely heard of my ascension To the dust of the one Once the dinner was done The seams were picked apart Did my love consume my heart Let me be not confined A tiny idea in a limitless mind If the ship rounds the cape And finds nobody home Think of all the many places Where we may have gone © 2003 Thirteen of Everything


“Chops, melody and atmosphere in a winning formula…lots of instrumental interplay, and tons of melody. …classy instrumentation…”
– Pete Pardo, Sea of Tranquility (seaoftranquility.org)

“…beautiful electric guitar…flashy synthesizer flights, powerful vocals, dynamic interplay and many shifting moods.”
– Erik Neuteboom, Background Magazine (backgroundmagazine.nl)

“… one of the best multi-part progressive rock numbers of the last decade.”
–Ian Fairholm, Progressive Ears (progressiveears.org)

“…the complexity of Gentle Giant, Genesis and Yes, and loads and loads of melody.”
– Mac Beaulieu, Exposé magazine, issue #26 (expose.org)

“…lush symphonic rock delivered with the skill & chutzpah of the ‘70s elder statesmen.”
– Warren Barker, Progression magazine


released May 16, 2005

Personnel on the "Welcome, Humans" album:
- Mick Peters: Chapman stick, bass guitar, Taurus bass pedals, acoustic guitar (lead vocal on Flying East, Replay, Late for Dinner parts 1, 2 & 5)
- Ted Thomas: drums, percussion (lead vocal on Let It Go, Bird In Hand, Late for Dinner parts 6 & 7)
- Joe Funk: electric & acoustic guitars (lead vocal on Sleepdance)
- Thad Miller: keyboards


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Thirteen of Everything Austin, Texas

Thirteen of Everything is a modern symphonic progressive rock band in Austin, TX, whose debut album, "Welcome, Humans" received wide acclaim. Their 2019 album "Our Own Sad Fate" and 2023's "Time and Other Delusions" continue their penchant for unpredictable arrangements, syncopated rhythms, dramatic mood shifts and strong melodies. This is symphonic prog-rock that reveals more with each listen. ... more

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