Destination
Space Station

About

Destination Space Station

Mason Brown, Jim Hughes, Alex Beaven


-We're an alternative rock band.

​-All of Destination Space Station's music is written and recorded by the three of us.

-Mason is the visual artist and recording/mixing/mastering engineer. (MasonBrownArt.com)

-In 2011 we started to play shows in the St. Louis area after creating a demo under the name "Io Media" 

(we changed our name to Destination Space Station in 2013). On January 27, 2017 a rework of that demo, entitled Hadean, (remixed and remastered with new parts added) was self-released. 

-Recording began on our first album (Nomadic) in late 2012; it was self-released June 15, 2014 and is available along with Hadean on: 

Bandcamp, SoundCloud, iTunes/Apple Music, Groove Music, Tidal, Google Play, Spotify, Deezer, Amazon


Lyrics

Hadean

Terraform- (lyrics by Alex Beaven)


​Terraform the land, 

Transform it into a place you can stand, 

Hideaway in dreams, 

And follow the tried and true routines, 

Time to wake up, 

It can't be the same as it was, 


The same as it was, 

The same as it was, 

Can't be, 

The same as it was, 

The same as it was, 

Can't be, 


The same as it was, 

Can't be, 

The same as it was


​Thera- (lyrics by Mason Brown)


All these things, 

It's like you've never been here before, 

And what they require you to see, 

Is nothing that you are for, 

Never will they follow through, 

Because logic isn't welcome anymore, 

You can watch them act for you, 

Pretending to be sure, 


Thera, 

You're not the only one, 

Thera, 

You're not the only one, 


It's all been fake, 

Deforming right before your eyes, 

They fabricate, 

Claiming praise from the divine, 

Who will initiate, 

The strength of their demise, 

Who can inoculate, 

The ideas to revise, 


Thera, 

You're not the only one, 

Thera, 

You're not the only one, 


Do you ever wonder, 

Who's showing remorse, 

Give us some relief from this, 


And you know you can't be, 

The only one, 

Who seems to think like this, 

It's what we are, 


Thera, 

Thera, 

You're not alone



Rerun Program- (lyrics by Alex Beaven)


​You build your own truth, 

They put their faith in you, 

You are the same fear, 

A rerun program profiteer, 


No more radiant lies, 

No more radiant lies, 


No more radiant lies, 

No more radiant lies



The Afternoon- (lyrics by Mason Brown)


​​So proud of our formation, 

Deterioration of an open mind, 

Too soft the information, 

That seeds creation, 

Ignored for life, 

Who can we give power, 

That won't persuade us to crucify, 

They ban what we're made of, 

To enforce this made up law to abide, 


Left now with conversations, 

Of police stations that seem to arise, 

Somehow the vibrations, 

Send perspiration sliding down our spines, 

Go now don't delay it, 

They must not trace it, 

Leave it behind, 

Perhaps we've been revolting, 

But who's to say that we're not right, 


Let's go out, 

They're coming in the afternoon, 

Let's go out, 

They're coming in the afternoon, 

Let's go out, 

They're coming in the afternoon, 

Let's go out, 

They're coming, 


Break, 

Because we are so loud, 

This is the end of our lives, 

Because we are so loud, 


So few, 

The ones who remain, 

Live so lonely, 

Live so lonely, 

The blue, 

Who took us away, 

Think they're holy, 

Think they're holy


Nomadic

Hide in Deep Machines- (lyrics by Mason Brown)


Bracing for the common array, 

Building walls that we can’t tear at, 

Dancing around the words we say,

Emitting sound to a cultured air mass, 

Avoiding the end with future mistakes, 

Of fellow men you tend to scream at,


You walk so slow, 

When your safety is only questionable,

So quick to unload,

Flaws in the system you promote,


Subtle ideas, slowly sustained,

Battle scars of the twisted contest,

The deepest of thoughts, they seem to refrain,

Occasional sparks, but just to regress, 

Pageantry is only portrayed,

Quoting law, a gentle protest,


Boasting to dig beneath, 

While wishing that they would leave it unseen, 

Devotion is too demeaning, 

These pillars, our intuitions are fleeting, 


Silence is all around, 

The rhythm is only calming down,

Struggle to touch the sound,

Isolation is only harder to be found



Archetype- (lyrics by Alex Beaven)


Bag of bones, 

Your life,

In the pages I hold,

Oh archetype, 

Tell me why,

Your eyes are just holes,


And when they're gone,

They'll soon be forgotten,

Yeah when I'm gone, 

I'll soon be to join them,


Bag of bones, 

Your fate,

Has been foretold,

Oh archetype, 

Tell me why,

I should care when you die,


And when they're gone,

They'll soon be forgotten,

Yeah when I'm gone, 

I'll soon be to join them



Let’s All Die For Nothing- (lyrics by Mason Brown)


Boy you try to gather, 

Signs of life so you can restore,

Hope that your search will matter, 

A final thought that you can record,


If politics had only killed the war, 

But you wish it still mattered anymore, 

With hallucinations writhing on the floor, 


Grown men with endless chatter, 

Implanted thoughts so they could be whole,

They pretend that people matter,

Just to send them to kill the unknown, 


And they’re walking to the walking to the row,  

To the soldier leaning up against a home, 

To finish off the feeling that has grown,


No one can be certain of a score,

If the factual is actual or more, 

Lacking the devotion to denounce the broken lore,


Death is too easy to ignore, 

And no one seems to follow anymore, 

This predictable incapable war



Profligates- (lyrics by Mason Brown)


Profligates to be ordained, 

By the ordinary organist, 

Who claimed his soul’s been saved, 


You must try to deviate, 

From the ministers and mimics, 

Who pretend to know your fate, 


The perfect world is chipping away, 

Confident of ownership, 

They strip it down for pay, 


But we can choose to dedicate, 

Focus to the rest of life, 

That we exterminate, 


How insane can we be made, 

By parasite inhabitants,

Who think their minds remain, 


Let us try to alleviate, 

Heartless deprivation of,

Our current natural state



Inventor- (lyrics by Mason Brown, Alex Beaven)


It’s all you choose, inventor,

Wondering what you are from the start,


It calls to you, observer,

Wondering why they all are apart, 


Of course they are apart,


Flow outside the corridors,

Of the holes we lurk in here,

Download formations of now and old,

Have space to disappear,


Recall no longer in play at all,

Dissolve what’s been confirmed,

As clouds dusting the open halls,

The guides to all concerned


The Dim Men- (lyrics by Mason Brown)


Tear me from my typical anatomy,

Dive in scenes of this fractal geometry, 

The intimate depth to scenes, so welcoming,


For now content evermore, 

Not confined by form or time,

Is it possible to be clear anymore,

To remake and restore your mind,


Drown out, it seems too clear now,

Align but spread out, 

Oh noise, reveal to me reality,

Fade back to the typical tasks,

Resume as outcast,


For now content evermore, 

Not confined by form or time,

Is it possible to be clear anymore,

To remake and restore your mind



Forces- (lyrics by Alex Beaven)


Forces moving for me,

Tie my hands and feet,

To these strings, 


Choices they make for me,

Like to lift me when I wake,

Or I'll just stay,


We're all thieves,

Nothing new blooms for me,

It's passed along,

Carried by the force of us all,

Of us all,


And those who came before me,

The ones with failing eyes,

Their eyes are mine,


We're all thieves,

Nothing new blooms for me,

It's passed along,

Carried by the force of us all,

Of us all



To Ganymede- (lyrics by Mason Brown)


Too much to hold,

Tentacles to rip the ground, 

Our fields will choke,

The sun will bend the matter down,

Awaited approach,

The first machines to roam around, 

Decisions to go,

Leviathans retreat but now, 

You couldn't part,


Everybody acts alone,

Roam to move the time along,

Too much to save from home,

To gather what we thought belonged,

To the moons we go



Resident- (lyrics by Mason Brown)


Now you wait for the comatose,

To read through memories,

This open age of last resort, 

You’re the one to watch them flee,


Ode to the last arc of men,

Departing as you speak,

Stating that they've ruined man,

It was hard to watch them breathe,


And though you may have swelled with fear,

Before the final sweep,

You are now the only one,

To feel the truth of things,


Is there cause to keep ideas,

Of combined humanity,

How can we all know for sure,

If our knowledge base was weak,

If our knowledge base was weak,


It was enough to be,

It was enough to be



Nature Gets Its Way- (lyrics by Mason Brown)


Everyone steady, 

The lights have gone low,

Stations and cities,

Function no more, 


Everyone steady,

The lights have gone low,

Drearily sleeping,

Laying down on the road,

Down on their own,


Nothing for no one, 

An empty show,

No way to travel, 

But with no place to go,

No place to go,


This desperate country, 

The borders and shores,

Stations and cities glisten,

But function no more,

Function no more



All You Can- (lyrics by Alex Beaven)


You do all that you can,

But we torched all your plans,

And the lines in the sand go,

When the waves we make, 

Break the land,


You'll do all that you can

You'll do all that you can,


We'll let you down, 

And wear you out,

Live it down,

Give up now


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