DESCRIPTION:
Dedicated to Josh "Joshy Boshy" Stevens
September 19th, 1988 - May 16th, 2016

We dedicate the official online release of this video to our dear friend and musical conspirator, Josh Stevens (aka Joshy Boshy). Josh left us on May 16th, 2016 to join the many other musical greats taken from us this year. His enormously kind heart and musical genius was a huge part of the Wasteland Hop family - we were lucky to share the stage with him one last time a few weeks ago at the Colorado Marathon. Josh was a part of the conception of this song when we were all in Alaska during our Summer 2013 tour, and later he spent the week with us at The Spot Studios in Denver when we recorded the song in the fall of 2014. Thank you, Josh, for sharing your musical talents and love of life with us. We love you with all of our heart, with all of our hearts.

Track Release: January 23rd, 2015 - Symbiotic Clock EP

Music Video Filmed: May 12th, 2015 - with special permission from NIST (National Institute of Standards and Technology) at the atomic clock transmission towers north of Fort Collins, CO

Music Video Debut: October 15th, 2015 at the OtterBox Digital Dome, Fort Collins Museum of Discovery

Music Video Online Release: May 23rd, 2016

Directed by Tomas Herrera
Choreography: Nicole Hussain
Director of Photography: Ben Gondrez

Many thanks to NIST (National Institute of Standards and Technology) for granting us special permission to film at the atomic clock transmission towers north of Fort Collins.


Only Us

What are we here for to love or to fear or-
Well I don't know.
But if I'm seeing clear here there ain't no fear here
No, no it's only us.

What are we here for to love or to fear or-
Nobody knows.
But if I'm just one string here the harmonies ring clear
The sound of only us.

Are we these human fated objects
looking through our two emaciated optics?
Our eyes become thin, when face with the option:
that time is infinite or the clock a coffin.
A cacophony of atomic property just in a box to breed, fostering a--
dominant ominous bottomless clock ticks ad
hominem: a common autonomous talk which asks --

What are we here for to love or to fear or-
Well I don't know.
But if I'm seeing clear here there ain't no fear here
No, no it's only us.

What are we here for to love or to fear or-
Nobody knows.
But if I'm just one string here the harmonies ring clear
The sound of only us.

We see this matter in the tree and gather
reasons why the seams of matter seem to shatter
we grieve and understand the need to capture
erratic matter in a retreat to seek a greener pasture
they flee in patterns leaving caverns of static
fleeting atoms that'll vanish as we reach to grab it
planet abandonment animate animus slips back
adamant animal stamina which asks --

What are we here for to love or to fear or-
Well I don't know.
But if I'm seeing clear here there ain't no fear here
No, no it's only us.

What are we here for to love or to fear or-
Nobody knows.
But if I'm just one string here the harmonies ring clear
The sound of only us.