1. |
Parallels In Spacetime
05:32
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you could try to sleep
close the door and dim the lights
and try not to forget what came over me
i could try to pause, i
essentialize and redact the lies and
stop at the sudden smell of clover
these moments hanging high
like electric lights in a sunlit sky
arrive and recall what is missing
another day is gone
another night to spend alone another
time another time another time another time another
you could try to sleep
the solitude of a sightless smile
and hope for dreams to come and take you over
i could look at you and think
why i didn't think i'd fall
and take a look behind at my footsteps
you could try to dream
lose yourself in another time
and maybe find another life to enter
i could do the same
for time is just another dream
and maybe you are waiting for me there
illuminate, but never blind
these electric lights in a sunlit sky
i swore that i never would be that way
we could intertwine
intersect between the lines
we could be parallels in spacetime
and oh,
what a wonderful thought we shared that night
and oh,
what a powerful loss we could barely face
and oh,
what a comfortable sigh behind closed eyes
and oh,
what a vulnerable time to be alive
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2. |
And In The End
06:39
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3. |
Billboard Around Mention
04:34
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sunday market quiet
day, quiet life, comfort
friday evening riot
i could remember
i could surrender
soap opera six channels
five times to listen to you
four times we dismantled
can you forgive me
can you receive me
childlike attention
brings my thoughts full circle
billboard around mention
we are asunder
we are another
could i have foreseen the highway
intersecting the railway
i looked up and my hand dropped
i's... so.. scared... i could barely
talk to strangers speak
my mind take a chance willingly
no more endeavors
forget the future
forget to nurture
one day a victim and
two days a martyr and
three days it's finished
but it's not finished
never be finished
could i have foreseen the highway
intersecting the railway
i looked up and my hand dropped
i's... so.. scared... i could barely talk
and i realize i had it before
and i wish that i had wanted you more
and i was lost in a world of dreams
where my words didn't mean a thing
was it a crime, was it fate, was it a travesty that brought me here?
could i take my will to bear? could i take my will to bear?
sunday market quiet
day, quiet life, comfort
friday evening riot
i could remember
i could surrender
it was my time to leave
it was my time to leave
it was my time to live
it was my time a reprieve
could i have foreseen the highway
intersecting the railway
i looked up and my hand dropped
i's... so.. scared... i could barely
talk
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This piece uses this sound from freesound:
Market Walk.mp3 by alchemical
http://freesound.org/people/alchemical/
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4. |
Nothing Could Be Seen
07:45
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5. |
Song On A Broken String
04:42
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I sat next to you
And thought to myself
The thoughts that we hide
Are permanent wealth
You came close to me
I kept myself back
You kissed me goodbye
And I remained slack
I went to bed
With a pain in my head
I was broken inside
And I slept like the dead
A guitar doesn't need
Anything to be right
String snapped while I played
But it played all right
You think you're lost
You're in the right place
You might be alone
You will be okay
You're more than a child
You're less than a grave
Take a little time
I'll give you the day
I sat next to you
Trying to hide
The thought that you knew
I was broken inside
A guitar doesn't need
Anything to be right
Broken string in my mind
But it came out fine
You think you're lost
You're in the right place
You might be alone
You will be okay
You're more than a child
You're still turning grey
Take a little time
I'll give you the day
You think you're lost
You're in the right place
You might be alone
You will be okay
You're more than a child
You're less than a grave
Take a little time
I'll give you the day
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6. |
Flutter-Fly
05:25
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7. |
Dirt
03:24
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I've played in dirt
A sandbox kind of child
I threw and spread it around
The substance of my bones
It's the element we come from
To return to then arise from
The dirt of the earth of mud and stones
The elders say from the beginning
Be certain of your end yet it's true, we shudder fearing the known
Oh they say salvage every benefit
In every grain of dirt eternal home so I say
When digging up the dirt
Make sure to feel it
The contours
Of the dark walls
Of my simple home
Alone in the sandbox
Enclosed and questioned
Mingling in the substance
Of my bones
And above all
Send a lamp-like prayer for me
So I say
When digging up the dirt
Smell and note its color
That will shade
And surround me
When I lie alone in the sandbox
Mingling in the substance
Of my bones
The elders say from the beginning
Be certain of your end yet it's true, we shudder at the known
They say salvage every benefit
In every grain of dirt lest you forget
And above all
Every time you feel
See and smell
Sandboxes and dirt
Send a lamp-like prayer
So I am never alone
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Lyrics by Sahar Ullah http://mirrorsandsigns.blogspot.com/
This piece uses this sound from freesound:
160211_ISS_2.mp3 by Zbylut
http://freesound.org/people/Zbylut/
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8. |
Far Away
04:54
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