1. |
Hope Hangs
04:52
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i did not
'til that morning realize
the sheer full-wrought
size of your common stop sign
they span
from wall to living room wall
oh i can
not think of a better cure at all
for a hangover
and i sleep
for twelve fine hours a day
to keep
conscious thought away
and sometimes i swear
that the colors in my dreams
are beyond compare
with any i have seen
with open eyes
and you know life is long and longing
never forgone
but here's hoping this song's gravity
pulls us along
in all your footfalls must follow
a lingering tune
weaving wavelengths 'round the air where
your curves move
and hope hangs with christ
tied up in that suicide
but god what is there i
haven't already tried
hope hangs with christ
tied up in that suicide
but god what is there i
haven't already tried
that rainy
three-mile walk all for
some candy
from your register
i'd make
twice and not give a fuck
how late
for work i was
i was
and you know life is long and longing
never forgone
but here's hoping this song's gravity
pulls us along
in all your footfalls must follow
a lingering tune
weaving wavelengths 'round the air where
your curves move
and hope hangs with christ
tied up in that suicide
but god what is there i
haven't already tried
hope hangs with christ
tied up in that suicide
but god what is there i
haven't already tried
in all your footfalls must follow
a lingering tune
weaving wavelengths 'round the air where
your curves move
as long as i care to carry
a melody
where i'll go is where i might
keep you near to me
i said
where i'll go is where i might
keep you near to me
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2. |
Webs and Schisms
05:05
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hail the descent of days
the fervor wont to fade
while the living devise
their demise to delay
attraction's been laced
with polymerase
love and hate
are exactly the same
self-affirming narcissism
that we trench in
to catch our reflections
and beyond is a chasm
webs and schisms
and a girl with grey eyes
once dreamt of drowning
so to give the world
its proper grounding
she tore down the blue skies
left horizons searing
love and hate
are exactly the same
self-affirming narcissism
that we trench in
to catch our reflections
and beyond is a chasm
webs and schisms
both old lies of
lone perspective
both old lies of
lone perspective
both old lies of
lone perspective
both old lies of
lone perspective
both old lies of
lone perspective
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3. |
The Flowing Light
06:59
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the view from
the view from the precipice
the view from
the view from the precipice
and man made fear of the flowing light
were we were left here hidden from sight
and man made fear of the flowing light
were we were left here hidden from sight
from the highest crest of his brow
illuminescence came crashing down
gone bleach white, soaking the ground
spewing visions all around
the maimed frame bent up in pain
the sight stains the brain with shame
now which was it that made them lame?
which name, succoring, came to blame?
the view from the precipice
is kaleidoscopic
the view from the precipice
is kaleidoscopic
the view from the precipice
is kaleidoscopic
the view from the precipice
is kaleidoscopic
the view from
the view from the precipice
the view from
the view from the precipice
it's the light here that defines
as night, dear, softly sighs
a wight clearly outlined
and his plight is so assigned
and his plight is so assigned
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4. |
Dum Casi Transeunt
00:53
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5. |
Blind
04:32
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no way to justify
actions i've sworn by
but if i'm laid to the ground
by a hostile rush of thought
at least down here i've got
something that feels sound
is sound
and i'm just passing time
until i can see
you again
and i might be blind
but i don't see
i don't see the end
i don't see the end
i don't see the end
i don't see the end
and time will dull the intensity
of poisoned memories
but the fires at the end of the world
won't kill this silent regret
not with my whole life spent
and each neuron unfurled
and re-furled
and i'm just passing time
until i can see
you again
and i might be blind
but i don't see
i don't see the end
i don't see the end
i don't see the end
i don't see the end
i don't see the end
i don't see the end
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6. |
Staring at the Sun
04:51
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the sky here is so bright
a sharp vision of white
and glaring right at it
i see figures in static
how long has it been
i've had these eyes open?
i'm staring at the sun
with pupils come undone
the beauty is all around
like white fire raining down
and finally it's coming clear
there's something drawing near
how long has it been
i've had these eyes open?
i'm staring at the sun
with pupils come undone
any day now i'll hold
these weary eyes closed
let the light slip past me
as my life outlasts me
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the earth is a ball of souls
throwing off sparks into space
each a speck of sporadic gold
sure to soon evaporate
this place is a slick slope into a dark abyss
each moment if we look up
where we
used to be
a mile above glinting faintly
our hold ephemeral
the sight
of that light
a smile and a thin memory
most struggle so hard against the fall
but in the emptiness of eternity
our lives do not matter at all
we’re just wisps of consciousness
constructing fragile melodies
sending them into nothingness
how rare if by some reckless chance
a fool's
beautiful
two should share briefly their decent
how terrifying now to have
slipped far
to where none are
a hood erasing where she went
most struggle so hard against the fall
but in the emptiness of eternity
our lives do not matter at all
we’re just wisps of consciousness
constructing fragile melodies
sending them into nothingness
there is no difference we can make
no divine plan, nothing steadfast
and we must live our given fates
before we're extinguished at last
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8. |
Solitude
04:05
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a flicker flared
sent to wander
about my room
a passing dream
we won't remember
the potent ruse
the glassy gleam
captured never
we play the fools
our entire lives
held together
in a neural bloom
as the thick royal
blue daylight
slips away
a slow procession
of headlights
has will to wade
its wavering way
through windows splayed
and at the wall
each brightened stalls
'til filled with light
they singe the sight
and spilling wide
begin to slide
in fast ascent
from existence
these cold corners are
airy borders on
a dream gone by morning
lit here briefly
and abandoned silently
a flicker flared
sent to wander
about my room
a passing dream
we won't remember
the potent ruse
the glassy gleam
captured never
we play the fools
our entire lives
held together
in a neural bloom
there is beauty
there is beauty
there is beauty like no other
there is beauty
there is beauty like no other
there is beauty in solitude
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9. |
Anathema
08:14
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i once had a solemn vision
of a golden light everlasting
there was a chorus there of women
all praising impossible things
perfection is an idle place
every breath there taken goes
while hands atrophy and waste
to maintaining the strong falsetto
how quickly eternity grows old
its blinding light fell back on the stars
though in purgatory i now behold
you're allowed to play guitar
...one group is suggesting that this next solar cycle could be the strongest we've seen in modern times...
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10. |
Shady Wells of Amber
33:33
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we lead a war so bitter
against the cruelest winter
we know our struggle is just
but there's such power in this cold
and i've an awe for the steadfast and old
maybe i will submit and be crushed
with that thought i hear a rush
as the schism slams shut
with the force of a lifetime
spent tearing at the lining
it hits me hard
i feel a soothing heat
as my brow begins to bleed
i have given up my guard
and shall be thrown into deep
final and infinite sleep
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