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So It Unfolds
07:12
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Loading the metal dose into a chamber, cold. I’ll heat up that steel, so the end unfolds. Exhale… last breath. Black veil of death. Thunder flies drawn, this blunder shall not greet a new dawn. Feeding the worms… exhale the last breath. Black veil, exhale, exhale, exhale. No greeting of dawn. No greeting of dawn. No greeting of dawn. I shall not greet the new dawn… no. I’ll become dust, rotting as crust. I’ll become dust… yeah, yeah, rotting as crust. I was never built to last, not now or in my past. I was never built to last, not now or in my past… not now or in my past, no. Loading the metal dose into a chamber, cold. I will heat up that steel. So it unfolds, so it unfolds, so it unfolds…
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Through Winds of Winter
05:01
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Oh, the earth was made for lovers. But, we are forced to wait in vain. Always alone, and under these covers... with swollen hearts, separate, in pain. Trying to stay sane, we’re trying to stay sane. To you, my love, I whisper: “Kocham” o’er sea and air. And through winds of winter, crisper, across distance, promises dared. But somehow, some way, we were paired. Bride and groom, the two made one, under rain clouds and warming sun. No secrets hidden, not a one, not a one, with our adventure, just... it’s just begun, it’s just begun. As the bee does court the flower, who’s pedals do receive, as that courtship continues, so they two, interweave. But, it’s in these silent hours—with the minutes ever long—I’m forced into reflection with my solo song… 4000 miles long. My solo song, 4000 miles long.
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Originally as a poem by Emily Dickinson
It’s all I have to bring today… this, and my heart, beside. This, and my heart—and all the fields,
and all the meadows—wide. Be sure to count, should I, should I forget. Some one, the sum, could tell. This, and my heart—and all the bees—which, in the clover, dwell. It’s all I have. It’s all I have. It’s all I have. It’s all I have.
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Originally as a poem by Emily Dickinson
A throe upon the features, a hurry in the breath. An ecstasy of parting… denominated death. An anguish at the mention, which when to patience grown, I’ve known… permission given, to rejoin its own.
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Casting A Larger Net
03:41
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Cast
this net I’ve made.
It’ll last, there’s no evading me.
Oh, wherever you roam…
your home is my home, together a place to grow…
we will grow. Don’t say “no”, don’t say “no”.
By now, you know I have nothing but love for you. Somehow, despite miles between the stars—and no matter how far—so much love for you.
All my love. All my love. This life we’ll share, my dove… all my love.
I’ve cast this net, wide, over the entire continent. I’m hellbent on seeing through our engagement.
Promises made and promises kept. I’m hellbent. Yeah, I’m hellbent. Yeah. Oh, I’ve cast this net. I’ve cast this net, wide, over the entire continent. And, hellbent on seeing it through… promises made, promises kept.
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Oh, what is your name, and what is your game, do we look the same? Are you who we blame? Or, are we alone, destined to roam? With our only home, a burning syndrome… What is your name? What is your name? What is your name? What is your name? What is your name? What is your name? What is your name? You tried but missed its name, oh. And, by so many, it is known… so many. None are the same, no, no… and, never, never, ever, a clone… no. And all through the night, the banished shall shine. Even in darkness, so bright. The heat, the power can’t be confined, can’t be confined and it’s blowing your mind, can’t be confined. Only shadows, on which it’s fed. Devouring what it knows, souls of the dead. Only shadows, on which it’s fed. Devouring what it knows, souls of the dead. Oh, what is its name? What is its name? What is its name? What is its name? Now, tell me, what is its name? Oh, what is its name? Please, what is its name?
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She, the Rising Tide
04:45
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I’m drifting on the horizon, endless. Burnt by the blazing sun. With only salt and wind to caress, my destiny’s undone. “Where am I now?”, from this ship’s bow, I question thee. Blistering brow—this, I know how—sun burning me. Alone at sea, darkness takes me, fading now. If lost, I wonder off the trail, and in darkness, I do roam, or drifting further, no wind in sail… show the stars to bring me home. If lost, I wonder off the same trail, and in darkness, blindly I roam—or drifting further, no wind in my sail—show me the stars to bring me home. Enter my heart, take me home. Stargazing, my love, as I drift alone… I drift alone, in this world I roam. No stars seen to guide me home. My opponent, she, the rising tide. No prayer to victory heard. No angel by my side. My opponent, she, the rising tide. No thoughtful, whispered word. Or, is it all in my mind… is it all in my mind?
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Burned by My Own Flame
04:21
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Sifting through memories short and long.
I can’t recall, as my memory stalls, from the heights that I fall, as I take in it all, head first into a wall. Was I at fault and entirely wrong? For a human I am, just a traveling man doing the best I can since it all began… in this lifespan. Oh, I’ve brought flame, and I’m taking aim! Burning the bridges after I cross. After each blast, from the first to the last, and all the shrapnel amassed, melted towns that I pass… can not keep count if asked. Oh, all the friendships I’ve lost… at a cost. Deciding to end the feelings I knew would divide me in two, so I stuck with what I knew, leaving a wake straight through. Oh, I’ve brought flame, and I’m taking aim! I’m taking aim… but, it’s me in pain! To carry this heat is a burden on me, to keep it lit through this turbulent sea. And, yes, there are times that I have to agree, the fire starter burns worst, guaranteed. Soon, it will be me that I consume. Because I’m almost out of fuel. So, I will burn bright while I still have light. Burn bright while I still have light. Burn bright while I still have light. Burn bright while I still have light.
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Ghostly Apparitions
04:35
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The dead, while they slumber, are so lonely. But, even they mock my situation. And, I must agree, it is me only. Talking, as I do, to apparitions. Passerby’s—if there were some—avoid me. Even though I can be ever boisterous, I’m a lone sequoia, with no other. If, I’m honest, there’s only me, not “us”. A lone, aging tree, with no listening brother. No other! The dwellers under the ground, they have more company around. I’m alone… frozen to the bone.
I’m unknown, with no stories to be sewn.
Here, I moan, from a crumbling throne.
Alone, in my own dead zone. I'm alone.
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10. |
Mondrian Was a Liar
02:53
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