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Monument
04:22
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Death is coming
Don't fall asleep
It's been a long time for me
Cosmic vacuum
Far too deep
Whatever holy, barely seen
(I broke into the hall, I broke the glass you carried, barely spoke at all)
LIGHT ESCAPES YOU -- COMING BACK AGAIN
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Just Plumage
02:36
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Everyone is dead and I am dying
Pagan eyes on white. window. panes.
Sleep comes sleepy petting - tossing, turning
Locked in cosmic frolicking through space
I AM COMPLETED ?I AM COMPLETED I AM COMPLETED? I AM COMPLETED
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3. |
Dog Saint
05:10
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Poor Simon (Death Watch)
04:10
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Entropy intrusion in a gamma ray burst
I can mimic this illusion distilled vinegar verses
I came to disregard you, lover
If you leave your troubled chambers I will find your feathered locks And Iʼll rearrange your nature til youʼve disavowed your thoughts
Iʼll stay to see what you recover
POOR SIMON DEATH WATCH FIRST SILENCE TURN TURN POOR SIMON DEATH WATCH POOR POOR POOR
Four thirty in the morning, your perceptionʼs left you ill
Your obsession with reflection is the essence of your fear
I came to treat you as a brother
You left the axe with Robert to ensure itʼs safe return
The wake became a ritual complete with vacant urns
And mother would insist to fill every one with roses
Just to keep a man alive in a pre-defined enclosure
And you kept this man alive, fortunate to find him troubled
With an ordinary mind filled with ordinary problems
And six thirty in the morning you could find him laid to rest
With the essence of reflection surely buried in his chest
Oh my brothers sing a song for him then let the bastard be
If you left your troubled chambers I will plant you like a seed Oh lord
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5. |
An Ancient Wealth
06:09
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There was once an ancient wealth
Brought forth, dismantled and repaired
And from this wealth there came the word
But words mean nothing when misheard
They grant new power graced by God
Another hour then it’s gone
I dress my girls in purple gowns
I put my fingers in their mouths
And I see your death
And yours and yours and your death
And I see your death
And yours and yours and your death
There was once another man
A beauty older than this land
I gave him names to pass the time
Whatever visions passed my mind
I followed him from room to room
My darling Josephine withdrew
I had brought old Robert’s blade
Half expecting to carve his face
Tiny flashes in my mind
He held his breath while I held mine
Such mercy, mercy in this land
I pray the Lord will understand
And I see your death
And yours and yours and your death
And I see your death
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6. |
At Death, Upon Waking
07:46
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I find your naked body on the waves
I chose you as my lover
Yet I find you scarred and scathed
We took a two day trip out to the coast
I snuck you in my journal
Youʼll soon think of it as home
Your taste in men, a taste left in my mouth
Youʼve brought yourself to ruin
Yes, what betrayal I have found and dug up
What man am I?
What man am I?
I have brought you here To terrorize
I left you cold and went to watch a film
I fell into a slumber,
And dreamt Iʼd fallen ill
And you, my friend, left flowers at my feet
You enjoy the touch of strangers
That is why you came with me, it must be
Lust and fear and trust in God and grace
That led you to this ocean
What notions life has placed upon us
What man am I?
What man am I?
I have brought you here to reconcile
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7. |
Crimson Robe
03:28
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Down by the fire my lady lies sleeping
Iʼm filled with desire, my love is too fair
I open the window, but how can I tremble
When heat from her garden still hangs in the air
And bellies still swollen with unwedded fingers
A saintliness broken by misguided trust
And misguided whispers of kindness still linger
A lingering whimper of pain turned to lust
I find myself weeping beneath her tall branches
A temple to honor the last fallen hue
And wrapped in her linen you take all your chances
To honor the women youʼre given to use
We mustnʼt be seen here, the light is disturbing
A childish yearning, the last crimson robe
You trespass these rooms, your reason returning
O darkness, my mistress, your body is cold
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8. |
Touch Yr Native
07:39
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I bathe in the warmth of your shelter
His gaze is the coat that I wear
A breastplate of iron and leather
A mystery to it and through it we stare
I brought you out here to the shadows
You can sleep on a mat ‘neath my still
All gather and watch as I slumber
All slips from the earth as I purge where I kneel
Stay and make it so
Just seventeen paces to water
Just 3200 paces to town
The path to the kingdom is squandered
By symptoms of insolence, reckless and proud
Before I was flesh I was matter
And once I was endless and pure
A bit of lead dropped into water
My subtlety faded, my vision obscured
Stay and make it so
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