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Memorial
04:33
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Surrender my heart to fire
And settle my mind to ease
Open the latch to vastness
And carry me on the breeze
When the light of the day has vanished
Cradle me off to sleep
Memories lost in crimson
Miles of field aflame
Grasses that bow in failure
And long for a passing rain
Whenever this heat is vanquished
Remember me back in place
Sing me a song of colour
A promise you vowed to keep
Honour to save my letters
To tend under lock and key
When the light of the land has perished
Deliver me out to sea
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Wide open body and soul
Left in the cold
When all hope is dead in the road
The sun still rises to light my way
Night brings an endless ride
Killing time
Eyes wide, weeping with the whipping rain
Run the wickets every day
No escaping, mistaking your face in the mirror
It seems so clear, seems so near
Don’t say the sun still rises to light my way
Run rampant, ebbing in and out of control
Picking out the pepper and playing the role
Of born killers, rattled and sprung from the hole
Don’t say it feels like a real commitment,
It feels like we’re wearing thin
It feels like a real commitment
It feels like we’re wearing thin
We’re living in the same predicament
But you don’t know the state I’m in
Long broken, shedding off my body and soul
When all hope is left in the cold, dead in the road
Don’t say the sun still rises to light my way
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Keeping all His servants clean
In my way
Sacred is the past redeemed
If they could say it to my face
Cannons that bleed, verses that kill
Felons from the bush track, head for the hills
Because I’m adamant, with a cross to bear
But still, there’s ink on the page
I’ll be lucky to clear my name
I’ll be taking all your veiled reprieves
To my grave
Revel in the remedy
I will preach ‘till the skies sing my refrain
Houses that leak, windows that stain
I was in the room when it all when up in flames
And the whole thing fell in place
But still, it’s ink on the page
I’ll be lucky to clear my name
How many pawns to save
And heal their shame
Open their hearts to faith
And kneel in vain
Heavy the price to pay
That seals their fate
What is a child to say?
I feel the same
Ash in the winds of reason
Lined to the wreath
Confessions to spill
Zealots in the wood-shack armed to the hilt
And I’m their clean slate
With a cross to bear
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X-Neighbourhood
06:30
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Show me another day
Another life
To piss away
I see my life in grays
Frame by frame,
It slips away
Under my breath
Out of my famed control,
I’m not gonna lie
You’re one of my best
One of my favourite toys
Along for the ride
No chance to turn my gaze
Turn my fate
Dislocate
Can’t seem to recognize
Burning bright
In silver light
Up to neck
Up to my weight in gold
With a heart full of iron
You’re one of my best
One of my favourite toys
Along for the ride
Brace to hold my chair
Get up, dressed before the neighbourhood
Graced to hold my grail
Raise the cup
And taste the words I share
It’s off your paper route
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5. |
Syndicate II
06:45
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Nights trapped in jackets
And days were hanging by a thread
While the lowlives kept the lights on
And a hard earned living off the grid
The syndicate ill-fated,
Still swingin ‘till the end,
Never got the chance to reach their comeuppance
Or reminisce the golden age of velvet
In the twilight of their career
I first of their existence on a lark
Through the crack of a manhole cover
As I stumbled off the curb outside my haunt
Where city veins flow rich to the heart
And pump their spoils through shafts in the dark
Scrape the dying ember from the ash into the fray
Scrape the dying ember from the ash into the fray
Where I can see through
That’s where I can see through
Scrape the dying ember off the path into the fray
Where I can see through
For a life I can see through
Sure fire escape
Designed like any other off the take, and down the drink
We reached the rally point at midnight on the nail
But the moment felt amiss
Teeth-click turned to rattle and shattered off the tongue
Dripping wet from rains that yet hadn’t let up for a month
Stood a sodden sack of crooks
At odds on tenterhooks
Helpless in the tunnels as they slithered up above
Waste you wicked vermin down the shaft to interchange
Waste you wicked vermin down the shaft to interchange
Where I can see you
That’s where I can see you
A cold blue chill billowed through the tunnel walls
And as the torrent took the spill-way
There roar of our impending fate began to fall
Rats scattered through cracks
Pipes swelled to seal the trap
Now we’re a long hard lost cause
Still haunting the crooked mazes underground
Our reign unmeant to behold
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Mirror Of Hope
08:39
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Heavy through the darkness,
Steady down the rail
The conductor surveys her periphery for movement beyond the track
Silhouettes of distant tree-lines loom with eternal depth
Break-neck speeds bend the edges of pine in cedar
Into wispy streams of horizon
And down the narrow path between thick unknowns,
She reflects
Her deep ruminations unlock the gates to contact beyond the firmament
Through it’s solace, she connects with her mirrored spirit
Shining her ethereal image with affinity and grace
No cluster of light can spoil the vast tranquility of her shadowed paradise
And in this moment she is at peace in it’s aura
Modernity cannot disturb the miles of solitude she passes with ease
The low-roar of the engine fuels her motoric mind
Helming 8000 tons of cold steel and iron
She guides the snake of wisdom on the tip of its silver tongue
Without contest, without trial
Each bend answers its own question
And each straight carries this truth to the next
She is not gliding towards her destination
This is her destiny
This is her chariot
This is her kingdom
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TAR / MM / UOH
Independent record label group. Tin Angel Records, Meat Machine, Unheard of Hope.
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