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from Gazpacho - Missa Atropos (2011)
Tell it to the starfish
Tell it to the souls Tell it to the stranger That everybody knows Turn this lesson of silence Her eyes, her eyes are upon you now Her tears will flow upon you now So Tell it to the starfish You solved beauty You saw beauty Tell it to the starfish Tell it to the ghosts Tell it to the enemy Taking your control Her eyes, her eyes are upon you now “You sold your name” |
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The holy waters of the blackened seas
A gulf that separated you and me The shadows as they weep A dog will chase its tail The beauty of creation is alien The solitude is your relief Sunlight through the wall Slamming of the door The snake curled up in sleep The rustle of the trees You swore you would return The hell is the others And the heaven is a hell It’s my own It’s my story All alone It’s a defense mechanism Fight or flight Doesn’t matter At least you’re not asleep Your debts are paid in silver And your last coin’s in the deep. You think you want a taste of madness? I think you know the taste of that wine… A tower shining white The stone within the plum Don’t you know what they know? The devil hates the sun The brewer of the liars Won’t need me for a while The killer wears a blue suit But I’m not wearing mine. Fight or flight It’s my own It’s my story All alone It’s a defense mechanism Watch them go by tired All these beggars Stage is soaked with sweat And waltzing dead men Whistling in alleys Carpool tomorrows Sealed and stamped with sorrow Wasted, wounded Now that I kissed her Canned chatter Burnout gold dust Bury the dagger Cain and Abel Thoreau Now that I kissed her It’s a defense mechanism |
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I am the one you see
As breath upon your window I am the voice you hear Crows on the wire Crows on the wire I’m watching you And I’m on fire The faith is gone and love Is gone with your disease Dead black cherry trees Can whisper of their sweetness If you never come to see us Sink into your soul Please don’t wake me up From dreamless sleep I was never here |
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Eggshell dome
With the greenest grass Here inside The seat of power Can’t get out of here As its drawing near You can’t love a stranger As the early warning awaits you Transform the morning light There’s something on the dirty red horizon Can’t be erased You can’t believe it You go on Inventing You spit out words Like you mean them You’ve never believed it You go on draining the fountain You’ve wasted so long and Now she’s a stain across the sky The water is climbing In here is only me The road is turning Her eyes are glazed and green Your life was silver ribboned And your love was like a shroud The world is full of answers Can you forget somehow? It was clothes without a person inside Just flesh and bone with a diamond ring A machine with a set of keys And the dome where I keep my dream Wasn’t meant for you to ever see So I trusted the queen of spades And lost it all, lost it all indeed |
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Noises
Water The river runs into the dawn Discarded bones Reappear As time to love and time to hate Rush in my ears Where the elements descend Chance does not make change So all your worries where fake And I know just how you feel All this indifference In the world you made for her Lives on And now Words are slow The river runs the river knows So now it wants To get back to you Dull is the sum of misery They say give us flowers So we roll in the mud Every day that I burned How to do and not be done With the taste of ashes in a fire And I know just how you feel The indifference Every time you look away Mad and dead as nails I never even stopped And so it stopped for me The touch of its hand is memory A kiss to lead the blind In water I hear slamming of doors St. Christopher beneath the rocks An empty dream of summer fields of daisies Perfect endings Stingless and sane I want it now All good is hard |
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She’s awake now
In the cold night Life is rushing in upon her from her window She slept with faith to invent herself And found a corpse on awakening Like stories from another time she hears The broken wind chimes |
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from Gazpacho - Missa Atropos (2011)
Don’t ask me again, what I’ve been doing
You know too well, you know too well The thing that might surprise you even now is how I’ve desensitized, I’ve specialized What I did was make for me a special place Of disassociated perfect peace I find it suits my moods and needs so very well What I became, what I became There is no match, there’s nothing you can say To change my mind, to change my mind What I did was make for me a special place You’ve lost me now, you’ve lost me now The disassociated peace you knew so well Is in this shell, in this shell What I did was make for me a special place Of disassociated perfect peace I find it suits my moods and needs so very well What I became, what I became |
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When all of the swallows pass me by
They still make summer just a memory You’re still the road where I was led I think you always were, I think you always were And so you pound upon the door until you break As if your will alone could be enough But your will is a thousand miles away Here on the giants shoulder The eye of the endless wave The light is aglow and you’re alone I know there’s always be a stowaway In my head is the burden like a landslide Purple clover Moon faced queen Crimson’s name is legion If the price is right Tell me one more time Like you used to do Though the shadow is large Light will show the truth Who you used to be When I held your hand Why did I comply? If I did not believe And all it took was all I could make it So if your memory serves you well You may remember what you have done You call on me to talk to them And later question why I’m gone Well every plan you’ve had has failed There is nothing more to say Your judgements made by someone else Did their wisdom serve you well? Absence is fire Hearts are whitest coal Embers ghosts that die within The dream is exploding Letters never read Stuck in our night of waiting […] Purple clover Moon faced queen Crimson’s name is legion If the price is right |
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A wild feast
On a cruel sea Where the weakest link is strong In ecstasy It’s you and me You love and hate me Vera, Vera I’ll do anything So you tell me Why are the low men stronger? So you tell me To the candlelight and silver waltz For the want of a life Where the knife doesn’t stab so hard For the want of some love For the life of a stranger For the good in the world You can’t touch Its coat tails You know that birds sing after a storm Delight in What remained behind So you tell me Does a robot feel at all Can you tell me If happiness is born from desire But I was lost in the ocean All this good in the world Every day that we learn from All good that we heard was there But I ever only understood it backwards The dizziness of freedom on the wave Running for the shadows Things will never change The tyrant is opinion The hardest thing you’ll ever do is leave |
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The time will come
When breathing screams to breath The will to live The hour when the ship comes in All you give As the main sails lift And the boats are sailing for the shore The hour when you ship comes in In candlelight Where being is just being There’s a silence feasting In light it’s floating Through a void the whole world could never fill You charge windmills But the snail sits still As the ocean beats upon the shore Of freedom in the chaos within In candlelight Where being is just being There’s a silence feasting In light it’s floating Through a hole the whole world could never fill |
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