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Lost Voices
01:09
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There’s never silence when ears keep ringing, singing each lonely end Whispering last feelings,
Whimpering to their deaths frequencies to be forgotten
And we go on through life listening but hearing less and less
Despite our best efforts to open up to change
We experience within a narrowing range of thoughts and choices
So I try my best to find the future’s lost voices
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Tendrils
02:53
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We want to solve the mystery of how to really pass the time
And for all our honest hesitation, let us find a second life
As some culmination out it’d spring
To reach up high and wrap around everything
Wanting to matter to anyone
But lately I feel surrounded by glass
In life’s final stage to watch everything pass me by
For others like me - well, don’t we all wear it so well?
For all the places I was told that I should see
Well, I’m just trying to find some people who love me
And maybe then get a chance to finally see and learn something about myself
And dreams fall apart but nobody waits for the smoke to clear
To hold out to see the second coming of formative years
Feel everything around start to breathe again
You were told so many things that you could be
But you just know now you’re so tired of being lonely
Until everybody gets a chance to see and learn something about themselves
Well, it will take the help of someone else
And you’re spending so much time stomping out true feelings
The tendrils still burst through the dew
And you search for someone who really knows you
And to learn so much after so much time can suck the life from me
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L'Appel Du Vide
02:22
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From my time in the nursery through my ten-year high school anniversary
I’ve found a way to keep the nets and shots away from me
But in the seconds at a time and the wandering back of my mind
I fantasize diving into my wild own pain & suffering
Just for me to feel
To lock up behind and lose the key
I indulge impulses - can return to normalcy Find a way to bring some self and sense back into me
But I can picture my heart attack in a truck with a jazz organ ending
As I fall out and the wheels spin me out of my lane off the cliff crash and burst into flames
Just for me to feel
To tune in and out then I’m really there and gone
With The world removed from itself there are only so many chances
But I’d float off into the distance, looking for a force to mete out existence
Lonely routines and dreams of friends
Underneath that all, so many visions where I seek the end
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4. |
Trailer
01:58
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Down the road if things go well
There'd be no way you could tell all I don't say about myself
If I could be someone else forever, then I'd never get my way
Why does it take a smile to meet someone new?
I want to save those I have left for the moments that are true
'Cause get-to-know-you kind of people go about with real purpose
Instead of spending all they have just to flash out on the surface
And everybody's always talking trying to get a look from you
Can I beat them without playing saying things I know are true?
This is how we are
No, I won't feign excitement just to get closer to you
To be the clown without a clue would get me down
But you will know when I am happy 'cause the moment will be...
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True?
01:12
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True, but what good could that do if honesty won’t ever make you run but wait for all the moments that never come?
Picturing what you’d do in so many situations, bathing in your words to perfect conversations
With those you long to impress and love and hold and hold you too?
Well, that don’t sound much like honesty to me, in case no one ever told you
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Stonemason
01:43
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Keep losing myself in weird ways
As he slips free from me to swim swiftly into the sea of people
He's all I've known - can I go chase him?
I'm so far from myself by now, he could be a stonemason
Building a big wall I know he'd love to watch me climb
Instead I wear all black to work and mourn the death of time, time of dignity
No time for action left, just rough reflections
When the parody of myself leaves little room for direction
For all the worlds left in the game
Let's get the flutes to fly me to a new place where everybody would know my name
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Witness
02:31
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If you’re feeling down
Thought you might as well keep going
Until you’ve been through the center of the earth
Through hell to see the extent of true misery
And you end up out the other end to the ocean, treading desperately
And you can’t flail forever just for air to breathe
With all you know now, there’s no one around to share what you’ve seen
If you make it to shore, will you remember anything but swimming for your life?
With isolation, does this world drown every true witness?
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Orphic Night
02:40
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Stepping out at night with no light down on the streets
Finally get some room to breathe
To the creatures I sing fully but I now hardly feel a thing
With eyes adjusting from the daylight sleep
As they water in the cold But I’m still searching for the portals to the underworld
With tall wishes: reclaim my best lover the past has ever rendered
As the moonlight glistens in the trash in the ditches - always seen & never remembered
For you I’ll still be a fool to try to matter
I can lead you out of your hell if only I seem to know what to do
I wanna stop and look around for you, but I get dragged down, too
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Stream of Love
03:25
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One can die without ceasing to exist as intimate moves pave the way to more meaning days
Up from my social ladder, can’t find no one to whom I truly matter
Well, when you’re stretched so thin you break apart in the wind
It’s true that everyone forgets you - better find someone you can hold onto
Well known to all means so little to each one when we deserve much more to share beneath each setting sun and through the darkness
I’ve been sick of all the noise, exaggerations from all the boys
And no one’s that funny - it takes too much honesty and cunning
And no one wants to be the true jester and put up with all of the laughter of your honest pain
No one will want to admit to feeling that they can relate to such a lonely fool, but how they’re entertained again
I expend so much life just trying to keep it together
And if that’s enough, let’s top it off,
I’m told no one really lives forever
One can live having faded away as you try to read the rules and find that it just so happens
So let’s look lively and spend your time ever so wisely
Gather things that you’ve hoped and sort out the fortune power and fame, find someone to whom your name won’t be forgotten in the next fifteen but shining in the clear, flowing, endless stream of love
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GOK
02:05
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Hoarder
02:07
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Taking on a whole life as one would seem to me
I keep collecting everything I can
With hopes it'll all coalesce into a golden way with little void to which to stray
As old furniture rots in the woods
I act I care about bull shit much more than I should
But by now you can connect all the dots - that I can't express a whole lot
And these cries for help fell on deaf ears when born out of escape
I know I'm not the one that you truly needed
So I create for me to lead on my own
The wreckage reflects just what I don't like about me
Yes, my museum just leaves me empty
And I could walk all over this world watching love from every border I'd stand on
It's love and joy people share and I have it, too
I wish I could give some of mine away, but I'm a hoarder
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12. |
Of the Glacier
03:52
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The years peel off of us
In fits and starts as we fly back and forth to our own broken hearts
we continue to think we get closer to our true selves
But can we help how we choose to go about what’s within tuning out for something else than the day-to-day - the way in which we fade awayaway
I could pick you wildflowers and be such a dear
So sure of myself while no one is here
By now I’d figure the whole world would stop singing to me
But on its sweet tears I still float and close to note-for-note take in all that I still can
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