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High Orbit Saves The Pandas

by Matthew Ebel

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DJ Hollowpoint This guy is awesome, seen him in concert and the energy level is fantastic! There are very few songs that get me trying to air drum and air keyboard at the same time, but this album has more than one. Keep rocking piano man! Favorite track: The Great Plot Hole.
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1.
Introduction 00:22
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3.
Ride 04:21
I've been running for so long sometimes I forget where I've been, and in the awkward silence sometimes I forget where I now stand. But there's a greater purpose propelling me and pushing my back end. Or is it just the wind? Is it just the wind? I've been looking all this time, but for what? Or whom? Who knows? And in the pressing silence I learn that my eyes have just been closed. But when they finally open all I see are unfamiliar roads. So let's not take it slow, let's find out where this goes. CHORUS: Come on and ride with me we'll find out together, ride out the weather and then I don't know what we'll see but my life is better when we're together it seems. I'm not afraid to be alone, I just don't wanna die this way and in the crushing silence I find I've got nothing left to say. I've got nothing but a blank page laughing in my face. I would be your inspiration if you would be my grace. (Chorus) BRIDGE: One more day, and then I'm moving on– leave my troubles right where they belong. I'll be back someday, or maybe not so take a shot, it's time we're gone. It's been a rush I must admit, a haze of days gone by without a care and in the precious silence I'll admit to you that I've been scared. I'm so scared of wasting my time floating through the air. Our time was meant to share and we've got none to spare. (Chorus x3)
4.
Red Alert 05:12
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Panda Songs 08:25
7.
If you can see me, put up your hands! I said if you can see me, everybody put up your hands! Well nobody's paying attention to me 'cause we ain't the band that you came to see. Most of you are glued to your smartphone screens 'cause we are, we are, we are the opening band. If you can hear me, bring me a beer! I said if you can hear me, somebody bring me a beer! Well none of you came to hear us play, chances are good we won't get paid, we won't get fed and we won't get laid 'cause we are, we are, we are the opening band. So if you're listening, let me hear you scream! Nobody is listening, we're just a noise machine. The sound guy's probably getting dunk at the bar, our gear's getting stolen from the back of my car and you still don't know who the fuck we are 'cause we are, we are, we are the opening band. Don't stop believin' 'cause I'm as free as a bird and as we wind on down the road I'm never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down 'cause I came in like a wrecking ball, I came in like a wrecking ball and you shook me all night long. (Instrumental) We brought some CD's here, they're right over there. I said we're selling CD's here, but none of you care. We could get bigger than Ben Folds Five, but now we're barely making enough to survive so grab your friends and get your ass in line 'cause we are, we are, we are… (Thank you San Diego!) …the opening band.
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A black Maserati with 500 horses, your own private course to explore the G forces, sushi prepared by our live-in itame with tiki drinks chased by the finest iced coffee, a rocket-powered bike you could ride down the trail, or how 'bout a pirate ship under full sail? We'd head for our own secret island where the waters are blue, and I'd buy this for you… CHORUS: 'Cause these things would be nice, but I can't pay the price, so this song will have to suffice. This song will have to suffice. That place with some acreage outside of the city with a four-car garage and our own little brewery, windmills like flowers in bloom on the hilltop, and top-secret projects locked up in the workshop. We could build drones in our lab, me and you, and chase all the coyotes that sing to the moon, maybe a jetpack collection, we'd fly one or two, and I'd buy them for you… And all of these things, if I had the means, I would shower you with them; the wants of your dreams. I would build you a palace in a cool paradise, but this song will just have to suffice.
10.
Bamboozled 04:57
11.
Mr. Abrams 04:21
CHORUS: Oh Mr. Abrams, will you please stop torturing my memories? Say hey hey, J.J., I'm on my knees, stop shitting on my fantasies. Your films are racing with hyperactive pacing, we barely see a face and then you cut to space, it's bizarre like a dream. Well I remember fiction with meaning and conviction, articulate depiction which is missing from your repertoire, so it seems. So while we're fuming, go on and keep exhuming the bodies of work upon whose shoulders you made your means. (Just add A.D.D.) (Chorus) (Instrumental) (Chorus) What is that fantastic glare? Are there fireflies in the air? Is it a stroke or some immortal's quickening? A helicopter flying low? A ghostly glow or UFO? All I know is I can't see a goddamn thing! (Instrumental) So forget the lighting, the incoherent writing… it's like you're trying to hide behind exciting BANG! BOOM! like you're Michael Bay. Don't wanna be a complainer, but give me an explainer; your story's like a strainer, leaking everywhere through the holes anyway. So while we're screaming, be sure the film is teeming with logos and brands so we know how much you're getting paid. (Can you see it in the back row? YES SIR!) (Chorus x3)
12.
I've been running for so long sometimes I forget where I've been, and in the awkward silence sometimes I forget where I now stand. But there's a greater purpose propelling me and pushing my back end. Or is it just the wind? Is it just the wind? I've been looking all this time, but for what? Or whom? Who knows? And in the pressing silence I learn that my eyes have just been closed. But when they finally open all I see are unfamiliar roads. So let's not take it slow, let's find out where this goes. CHORUS: Come on and ride with me we'll find out together, ride out the weather and then I don't know what we'll see but my life is better when we're together it seems. I'm not afraid to be alone, I just don't wanna die this way and in the crushing silence I find I've got nothing left to say. I've got nothing but a blank page laughing in my face. I would be your inspiration if you would be my grace. (Chorus) BRIDGE: One more day, and then I'm moving on– leave my troubles right where they belong. I'll be back someday, or maybe not so take a shot, it's time we're gone. It's been a rush I must admit, a haze of days gone by without a care and in the precious silence I'll admit to you that I've been scared. I'm so scared of wasting my time floating through the air. Our time was meant to share and we've got none to spare. (Chorus x3)
13.
14.
If you can see me, put up your hands! I said if you can see me, everybody put up your hands! Well nobody's paying attention to me 'cause we ain't the band that you came to see. Most of you are glued to your smartphone screens 'cause we are, we are, we are the opening band. If you can hear me, bring me a beer! I said if you can hear me, somebody bring me a beer! Well none of you came to hear us play, chances are good we won't get paid, we won't get fed and we won't get laid 'cause we are, we are, we are the opening band. So if you're listening, let me hear you scream! Nobody is listening, we're just a noise machine. The sound guy's probably getting dunk at the bar, our gear's getting stolen from the back of my car and you still don't know who the fuck we are 'cause we are, we are, we are the opening band. Don't stop believin' 'cause I'm as free as a bird and as we wind on down the road I'm never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down 'cause I came in like a wrecking ball, I came in like a wrecking ball and you shook me all night long. (Instrumental) We brought some CD's here, they're right over there. I said we're selling CD's here, but none of you care. We could get bigger than Ben Folds Five, but now we're barely making enough to survive so grab your friends and get your ass in line 'cause we are, we are, we are… (Thank you San Diego!) …the opening band.
15.
A black Maserati with 500 horses, your own private course to explore the G forces, sushi prepared by our live-in itame with tiki drinks chased by the finest iced coffee, a rocket-powered bike you could ride down the trail, or how 'bout a pirate ship under full sail? We'd head for our own secret island where the waters are blue, and I'd buy this for you… CHORUS: 'Cause these things would be nice, but I can't pay the price, so this song will have to suffice. This song will have to suffice. That place with some acreage outside of the city with a four-car garage and our own little brewery, windmills like flowers in bloom on the hilltop, and top-secret projects locked up in the workshop. We could build drones in our lab, me and you, and chase all the coyotes that sing to the moon, maybe a jetpack collection, we'd fly one or two, and I'd buy them for you… And all of these things, if I had the means, I would shower you with them; the wants of your dreams. I would build you a palace in a cool paradise, but this song will just have to suffice.
16.
CHORUS: Oh Mr. Abrams, will you please stop torturing my memories? Say hey hey, J.J., I'm on my knees, stop shitting on my fantasies. Your films are racing with hyperactive pacing, we barely see a face and then you cut to space, it's bizarre like a dream. Well I remember fiction with meaning and conviction, articulate depiction which is missing from your repertoire, so it seems. So while we're fuming, go on and keep exhuming the bodies of work upon whose shoulders you made your means. (Just add A.D.D.) (Chorus) (Instrumental) (Chorus) What is that fantastic glare? Are there fireflies in the air? Is it a stroke or some immortal's quickening? A helicopter flying low? A ghostly glow or UFO? All I know is I can't see a goddamn thing! (Instrumental) So forget the lighting, the incoherent writing… it's like you're trying to hide behind exciting BANG! BOOM! like you're Michael Bay. Don't wanna be a complainer, but give me an explainer; your story's like a strainer, leaking everywhere through the holes anyway. So while we're screaming, be sure the film is teeming with logos and brands so we know how much you're getting paid. (Can you see it in the back row? YES SIR!) (Chorus x3)
17.
18.
If you can see me, put up your hands! I said if you can see me, everybody put up your hands! Well nobody's paying attention to me 'cause we ain't the band that you came to see. Most of you are glued to your smartphone screens 'cause we are, we are, we are the opening band. If you can hear me, bring me a beer! I said if you can hear me, somebody bring me a beer! Well none of you came to hear us play, chances are good we won't get paid, we won't get fed and we won't get **** 'cause we are, we are, we are the opening band. So if you're listening, let me hear you scream! Nobody is listening, we're just a noise machine. The sound guy's probably getting dunk at the bar, our gear's getting stolen from the back of my car and you still don't know who the **** we are 'cause we are, we are, we are the opening band. Don't stop believin' 'cause I'm as free as a bird and as we wind on down the road I'm never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down 'cause I came in like a wrecking ball, I came in like a wrecking ball and you shook me all night long. (Instrumental) We brought some CD's here, they're right over there. I said we're selling CD's here, but none of you care. We could get bigger than Ben Folds Five, but now we're barely making enough to survive so grab your friends and get your ass in line 'cause we are, we are, we are… (Thank you San Diego!) …the opening band.
19.
If you can see me, put up your hands! I said if you can see me, everybody put up your hands! Well nobody's paying attention to me 'cause we ain't the band that you came to see. Most of you are glued to your smartphone screens 'cause we are, we are, we are the opening band. If you can hear me, bring me a beer! I said if you can hear me, somebody bring me a beer! Well none of you came to hear us play, chances are good we won't get paid, we won't get fed and we won't get **** 'cause we are, we are, we are the opening band. So if you're listening, let me hear you scream! Nobody is listening, we're just a noise machine. The sound guy's probably getting dunk at the bar, our gear's getting stolen from the back of my car and you still don't know who the **** we are 'cause we are, we are, we are the opening band. Don't stop believin' 'cause I'm as free as a bird and as we wind on down the road I'm never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down 'cause I came in like a wrecking ball, I came in like a wrecking ball and you shook me all night long. (Instrumental) We brought some CD's here, they're right over there. I said we're selling CD's here, but none of you care. We could get bigger than Ben Folds Five, but now we're barely making enough to survive so grab your friends and get your ass in line 'cause we are, we are, we are… (Thank you San Diego!) …the opening band.
20.
CHORUS: Oh Mr. Abrams, will you please stop torturing my memories? Say hey hey, J.J., I'm on my knees, stop ****ing on my fantasies. Your films are racing with hyperactive pacing, we barely see a face and then you cut to space, it's bizarre like a dream. Well I remember fiction with meaning and conviction, articulate depiction which is missing from your repertoire, so it seems. So while we're fuming, go on and keep exhuming the bodies of work upon whose shoulders you made your means. (Just add A.D.D.) (Chorus) (Instrumental) (Chorus) What is that fantastic glare? Are there fireflies in the air? Is it a stroke or some immortal's quickening? A helicopter flying low? A ghostly glow or UFO? All I know is I can't see a ***damn thing! (Instrumental) So forget the lighting, the incoherent writing… it's like you're trying to hide behind exciting BANG! BOOM! like you're Michael Bay. Don't wanna be a complainer, but give me an explainer; your story's like a strainer, leaking everywhere through the holes anyway. So while we're screaming, be sure the film is teeming with logos and brands so we know how much you're getting paid. (Can you see it in the back row? YES SIR!) (Chorus x3)

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Planet Earth is in dire peril and there’s only one brave crew that can save it. Of course, THEY'RE also in peril, so Matthew Ebel and his crew will have to do it instead. There’s time-travel, endangered species, plot holes, comedy, and plenty of piano rock in this sci-fi musical adventure.

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released March 28, 2015

Written, produced, and performed by Matthew Ebel. Drums and Mr. Wah by Runtt. Bass by Matt Pompei. Guitars by Rosco Weber. Mixed by Benny Grotto at Mad Oak Studios. Mastered by Andrew Mendelson at Georgetown Masters.

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Matthew Ebel Seattle, Washington

I call myself a piano rocker, but I’m really just kind of a goofball. I’ve been playing the piano since age 5, discovered electronic music at 12, and made this stuff my career in '99. Since then I’ve played the Grand Ole Opry, been quoted in Rolling Stone, and made a name for myself in new media. I’ve been playing piano rock full-time since 2007 and since then I’ve never looked back. ... more

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