Midnight; turn on the sun, the party's on
On this day, a word can reach anywhere
Cam's on; my livingroom is Hollywood
Turning myself into the next daily star
In my house made out in space
Something must be wrong when wires are plugged into our lungs
Where do we belong?
In space?
All our thoughts synthesized, all our needs trivialized
All in search for a reason
Five minutes to take off, to explore the unknown
In our hunt for a reason
Hooked up; taking some lives just to kill time
It's alright; if I go down, I will respawn
I've got a thousand friends across the web
And, somewhere, my own lover I've never met
Something must be wrong when wires are plugged into our lungs
Where do we belong?
In space?
I lent my voice to my friends from Quebec city, the musicians of the band Shatters, on their first full-length album release. I'm singing the back vocals on the 7th song on the album, The Hound! Julien Vachon
This record leaves me speechless. Navigator takes the listener through a heartbreaking story exploring the darker sides of love, loneliness after death, the expectations versus the reality of life... Julien Vachon
I've collaborated with this band's guitar and bass players on several occasions and couldn't dream of a better team. Check out their music; it's pure instrumental progressive genius! Julien Vachon