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Your glory which hath truly shone, amid the jewels of a family throne. As a sun, and with it, pain… a walk in your shadow, once again. Oh, craving heart, for lost flowers. And, longing for the wasted hours. Undying voice of this dead time. The loudest reminder, as a chime. Hey, we’re losing time. Ya woke me, now send me back to sleep. Ya woke me, now send me back to sleep. From clouds that hung, like banners, over, a deafening, deepest trumpet-thunder's roar. From clouds that hung, like banners, over, yeah… a deafening, deepest trumpet-thunder's roar… oh! And, I have no words, not one to tell, on the fuckin’ subject of living well. And, there’s no reason I should trace these tears that have fallen from my face, oh no. Welcome to the shiver show. Welcome to the shiver show.
Lyrical inspiration from Edgar Allan Poe's "Tamerlane"
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The lakes that endlessly outspread the vastest waters, lone and dead. The dismal, darkened pools, were dwell—darker still—the Ghouls. By each turn, the most unholy. ‘Round each bend, sadness… only. Shrouded forms, that start and sigh, as they pass each one who wanderers by… only shadows to the naked eye. Only shadows to the naked eye. The lakes that endlessly outspread the vastest waters, lone and dead.
Lyrical inspiration from Edgar Allan Poe's "Dream-Land
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Boundless
05:52
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Out of space, out of time, by a route
obscure and lonely. Haunted by the angels only. Bottomless in boundless floods. Chasm, cave and thickest woods… a snarling thicket of woods.
A thicket of woods. With forms I discover, through the dew that drips all over me. Oh… let me be. Skies of fire, skies of fire, skies of fire. Seas that restless do aspire. Surging, unto skies of fire. Oh… mountains toppling evermore, into seas without a shore. Only time controls them… crumble, tumble, ever more.
Lyrical inspiration from Edgar Allan Poe's "Dream-Land"
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Kind solace in a dying hour. Such, Father, is not my theme, and not my dream. I will not madly deem that power. I have no time left to dream. And, now, you slip away from me… Know now here, secrets of spirit. Bow from time I spend in shame. Father, quiet me. Father, quiet me. Did I inherit thy withering memory, endless relearning, a guilt around family, a mystery… unending. Unending. And, I love you, for all you were and never were as you slip away without a cure.
Lyrical inspiration from Edgar Allan Poe's "Tamerlane"
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No Common Life Spring
05:07
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From childhood's hour I have not been—as others were—I have not seen. As others shared, I could not bring my passions from a common spring, no. From every height of good and depth of ill... a mystery, which binds me still. From every height of good and depth of ill... a mystery, which binds me still. From the lightning in the sky, fried nerves, while streaking by.
From the lightning in the sky, while streaking by. From same source, I have not taken. From sorrow, could not awaken. As other hearts, in warmest tone... if my life had love, I loved alone, I loved alone.
From every height of good and depth of ill, a mystery, which binds me still
. Oh yeah. From every height of good and depth of ill, a mystery, a mystery which binds me still
. From the thunder and the storm that decimated my human form...
from the torrent or life’s fountain, from atop the highest mountain, from the sun above, so old... it's warmth—too hot—baked flesh to gold.
Lyrical inspiration from Edgar Allan Poe's "Alone"
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Stand Still
03:21
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I’ve been acquainted with the night. And, I have suffered through its rain. Have outwalked furthest city light, and, somehow, made it back again. I have looked down saddest city lane, passed the watchman on his beat. I drop my eyes, can’t explain, the gravity of my defeat. I stand still—and until—you warm my bones from this chill. Cold, and growing old. Too weak to hold, as life unfolds. Acquainted with the night… oh, the night. Acquainted with the night. Oh… I must not be crying loud enough? Wait, what’s that? Far away, can you hear it now? The things they say, the life THEY must plow. Far away… my perspective gain. The things they say, and their real pain. Oh… I need to wake up. Yeah… it turns out, compared to so many, I’ve got a full cup. So, I, I stand still—and until—you warm my bones from this chill. Cold, and growing old, too weak to hold, as life unfolds. Now, I’ll get by. It took hearing THEM cry, for me to wake up from this… my own lie. Yeah, I’ll get by, and I won’t rely on the self pity I supply. And, so, I’ll listen more, complain less, listen more, complain less, listen more, complain less, listen more, complain less, listen more, complain less. Listen more!
Lyrical inspiration from Robert Frost's "Acquainted with the Night"
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She rose, she rose among us where we lay. She wept, as we put our work away. She chilled our laughter, stilled our play, spread a silence, on the now-ending day. And, she had her way… oh, she had her way. And, darkness shot across the sky. And once, then twice, we heard her cry; “Why, oh why?” With her hands on high. And, the flock above—every bird—fell to die. Our tears of fright, now sadness in our eyes. What shape was this—so ominous—with mouth so sweet, so poisonous? Her tortured face, for us to see. And, now that glance, fixated on me… fixed on me. Then, through the darkness and the wind, I saw her go. Yet, as she left my side, what her name was, I did not know. Oh, she flies alone. Oh, she flies alone… she flies alone. I should have been scared. Though, ill-prepared, no lust for anything else compared. I tried to resist the hold that was on me… a twist, greater than the strongest sea. Now, I realize the doom... her humming of a tortured tune. While cries of children, stifled soon, death below a blood-red moon.
Lyrical inspiration from Conrad Aiken's "The Vampire"
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She was now a nightmare…
with a message—salty and sweet—hissed through fangs and heat. Wings, fueled by a savage war drum beat. Death was her shared word, and in the darkness, heard. With the cruelest plan and message sent, now understood for what she meant: to thin the blood along our veins, delirious pains. Her storm: blood-red rains. She asked, “Who, then, dies for me?
My terrible beauty, ye shall see! But, who denies me, cursed shall be, and slain... and buried loathsomely!” And so, darkness fell... and, with it, a split tongue to tell all in her path that dwell, “Welcome to my hell! And, like a sea, waves of dead will follow me… like the sea, waves of dead will follow me… like the sea!” So beautiful to kiss
her mouth, sinister and red. As the sun rose that morning,
never to return, she fled. She fled, now that the sky was red.
Lyrical inspiration from Conrad Aiken's "The Vampire"
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A Chain Link for L.
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I know you feel alone. I know you wanna stay home. And, you feel sick to roam into, into the unknown… into the unknown. As you grow, and when you’re feeling low, each sunrise: your greatest foe. We’ll take care of you, you need to know. We are your love and support, wherever you shall go. We know how hard it is to open up, to share your pain. When you feel ready and able, we’ll be here again, and again, and again. Family can be the strongest chain. Though every storm—through the strongest rain—you don’t have to face it alone. You don’t have to face it alone, no… you don’t have to face it alone.
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Kocham
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What have you done to me? How did this come to be? That we are family, as I give my heart and hand to thee. What have you done to me? How did this come to be? That we are now family, as I give my heart and my hand to thee. And how, did we have the luck on our side? Right now, under the same stars outside. But still, how… did we find the same path to ride? With this vow… you become my bride. I’m the luckiest with you, dear, by my side… the luckiest with you by my side. Oh, what a ride. The odds were against us, but love will survive.
For my love, Malgorzata
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