Ice Sleep Empty Remixes: With Zeebra Mann

by Jeremy Gluck, Zeebra Mann and VariousArtists

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Remix of two classic Carbon Manual tracks by obscure US electronica maverick.


released November 5, 2014

The Carbon Manual:
Iain Weir / guitars / Cliff Gee / bass / Jeremy Gluck / text and reading
Zeebra Mann:



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Jeremy Gluck UK

A multi-disciplinary creative now working musically with The Carbon Manual, Plasticon, Robert Coyne and a diversity of international artists such as Bronwyn Bonney and Dave Fuglewicz. Digital and fine artist, founder of Nonceptualism.

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Track Name: Jeremy Gluck Zebra Mann - The Lighthouse

I’m looking for something I can’t lose

I almost lost it

I’m snowblinded and underfed

I’m supposed to be finding out

But I’m actually losing in

I didn’t lose it, I lost myself

I was lost, now I’m finding

No records of value are kept

I have no map that isn’t burning

I’m not a suitcase, I never packed

I’m not alone, the terminal is full

The lines follow the horizon at right angles

I’m going in corners

Instead of limping around the point, let’s cut it all loose

I’m an explorer, a random discoverer

And I am lost and I wish to remain so

I reject that in this world madness is a distinct or important reality. Interestingly some of the greatest criminals in history were not insane. And nor, where the minority that permitted them with their apathy, let their crimes be perpetrated and at length

It takes a mad man to kill one man

It takes a sane man to hill one hundred thousand

I reject the description of a Hitler or a Stalin as insane. They were at the apex of sanity, and saw clearly that the collective unconsciousness is scarred with its own cruelty and it can be used.

The insane are at the edges, like hungry dogs, existing on the scraps of the sane. But important for their explorations, beyond and behind and inside the SANEWORLD.

I disdain your SANEWORLD

It is known

It has nothing to teach me

And by stumbling out of it into the explorer role I glimpse freedom from the sane and their dreary and self important cruelty

If this sounds radical, it’s because you hear it only from habitual sanity

I’m nothing to lose, I love it when you say ‘It’s all in your mind’, as though the predictable stupidities of SANEWORLD are less deluded.

Unless you’re like me, I’m bored with you, and that makes us about square

What makes me laugh is that one is mad, acts mad, and is accused of madness and denigrated for being mad, and for being

And that the sane are blind to their own insanity

It’s highly amusing and remarkable, that the supposedly sane are so crippled with self importance over their superior mental state

Yet we are all explorers

My exploration is of your madness, to know it and feel it

Yours is to be sane and rejoice in it

I don’t need as many reasons for things as you, and that’s my taste of freedom

You want answers which I have, but no questions and so no context

What do I need answers for?

I am an explorer of the unfindable and the snow blind
Track Name: Jeremy Gluck and Zebra Mann - The Sky is Raining Stones (Don't Explain Remix)
Billie Holiday classic reinterpreted.
Track Name: Jeremy Gluck and Zebra Mann - And In That Dream (Deep Sleep Remix)
And in that dream
I was good
and never hurt anybody

And in that dream
I was kind
and helped everybody

And in that dream
I was giving
and sheltered somebody

In that dream do you believe that I was as good as you?

And in that dream my sickness was cured
I was pure
and poisoned nobody

And in that dream for minutes it seemed
I was timeless
and threatened the natural order
and there was thunder
I mistook myself for God
I was Jesus
I was teacher

I was more than one
I was the star
loved by the Sun
Track Name: Jeremy Gluck Zebra Mann - 2112 The 100 Years Mix

In one hundred years I will be gone. Five billion souls will have followed. In one hundred years. My house will be gone. No more home. In one hundred years.

In one hundred years my name will be one of five billion names forgotten. Just like the will to live. Just like five billion stars unnamed in the sky. And what moves across the sky. What fills the world of my mind

gone in one hundred years.

In one hundred years there will be no one to remember the ten thousand things I did. My search for meaning blinded by light without ending, blown in light exploded across the sky in one hundred years.

No children's children's children, no remembering, no memory, no one to remember me. It's as if I never even existed in one hundred years.