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Parades
03:32
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Fallen to the blinding scene
You’re the next one
Taken to this angelic dream
Sitting all alone in the room
Of a palace, towering
Dark under the moon
Was your mind
just a ghost
In a life
That would never be
Was your body just a muse
That you’d hoped
You would never leave
Carried to my final hour
I look back
Upon all the things I’d perceived
Feel all memories rush
Through the matter
That should soon matter least to me
Was your mind just a fuse
To be burned
Till the person ceased
Were your days
On this earth
Just a phantom
Just a petty grief
Black are the days of new
Paranoia, raging, the fire of tumult
All of this hopeless haze
Has me searching for the mythical parade
All I want
Is a day
Where the holy
Falls among this place
Soon forget
All the days, all the trials
Sing the father’s praise
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2. |
Feathers
04:28
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I’ve come to the conclusion
That I’m wrong for this world
In all of the confusion
Evil minds control us
A worthless slave / and then I’m dust
I know that there’s no forgiveness
For my loose commitments, showered in shame
And I know if things could be simple
Everything’d be blissful, but it’s not that way
In some sense, life’s an illusion
Carry this weight, to be carried away
Fly far, light like a feather
Swallow your pride, and stow it away
A mahogany box, there’s no escape
I know that there’s no redemption
For my lack of penchant, for this weary place
And I know if I were more caring, would the world be sharing
All it’s love today, all it’s love today
I’ve come to the conclusion
That I’m wrong for this world
In all of the confusion
All our wants control us
A heartless fiend / and then I’m dust
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Seasons
03:22
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Cold and moving
Series of events
Trapped in motion
Fearing all the rest
I know better than to ask for this
But burn this lantern forever in my chest, forever in my chest
Life’s cruel seasons
Seem so long
Woe compiles like
Leaves in fall
I know I shouldn’t ask so much
But give me reason to never turn to dust, to never turn to dust
Live to wonder, what is living
What is taking, what is giving
What is ‘now’ and who am I
What is life about
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Places
02:56
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Out behind the chill of Redfish Lake
I walked the miles and saw the Sawtooths’ gape
And months before, the shadow of Glen Coe
But through it all, I wandered so alone
Pace on through all this planet’s wonders
But all I think about is will I meet this woman pondered, someday
Seen the shores of Oregon to Maine
And walked the streets of Warsaw, the countryside by train
And though I plan to go so far someday
Today I miss the southern town where I grew up and played
But it’s the same thing over again (But it’s still the same thing over again)
And I still can’t stand to be around all my old friends, again
My coat has rusted off
And every shining piece is lost
How could anyone here love me
When the will to be is dead and gone
Everything I want I know will take me to this hollow place
And everywhere I go I know I’ll never see her lovely face
And every dream I ever had will crumble under the weight of reality
Of reality
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Candles
03:19
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Who is anyone today
Why do they all act this way
So content with this complacent solemn state
Never left that damn job
While I wandered far away
All those closest to me waiting out their days, like rust in rain rain rain
They’re still the same same same
Here’s this drop-in-bucket time with so much fear, and misery
So just seek the undiscovered before you are turned so free
Said you’d quit it months ago
You’d be out to start anew
But you’re standing in a mess I can’t return to
Am I selfish, am I wrong
For persuasion, worded long
All I know is greed has taken every heart, the theft of thought thought thought
Now let us rot rot rot
Now a race of fallen candles, burning planets all our best
On a pace of self-destruction, living large until the end
‘Til the end
In the summer hot and glowing
Colored lights and all exploding
Where’s the virtue, the forgiveness in this place
Somewhere I will shake new hands
Knowing people once again
Leave behind all these things I can’t comprehend
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6. |
Strangers
03:54
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Lie like the lost who fall to slaughter
Grow higher, ascend only to falter
And I’m burning, the hair out through the brain
And I’m learning a thing I won’t contain
Cause I’m searching for someone not the same
In the leaves, of apple trees
Searching lands for gorgeous things
I think I’ll never find
And things I think got left behind in evil worlds
Colder, the more I am becoming
I watch her, run off to lands of loving
And I’m burning, I’m rattled to the core
And I’m yearning, I’m yearning for some more
Cause I watch her, keep running with my soul
Walk the rope, to fall right down
Risk your joy to turn around
And see it’s not the same
These people to whom you had once been bound
Become so strange
Now they’re strange
Darkness, the void of wishful thinking
Can hold you until you’ve done your breathing
And it’s burning, the coals that stoke this drive
And you’re needing the better days you’ve dreamed
All your life you imagine this great need
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Sometimes
02:35
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Blank and blameless stare, I catch my
Self away from thought, it seems
Wakefulness and dreaming are now one
Lost inside
Oh I wish that I could wake up somewhere else, sometimes
Just so I could feel another person’s touch, sometimes
Oh I’m always thinking of another way to escape
And I’m always drinking to the thought of your name
And the blessings in life, so belittled by the pain
Let this dreamy disconnection wash my sorrows far away
Capture every thought on paper
Journal of these times
So that every painful moment comes to life
Now and again
Oh I wish that I could wake up someway else, sometimes
Just so I could feel another person’s touch, sometimes
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8. |
Memories
02:22
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This is my final memory
One where earth is burning
And I tried to believe, and I’d failed
So I’d fall to the pit of nothing
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