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Fire Song
03:07
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The life of a man - burn it with the fire.
The life of an insect - throw it in the flame.
A fortress within a floating world.
Hidden and floating.
Ponder and you will see the world is dark.
And this floating world is a dream.
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Cypress Dust Witch
04:48
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Cypress dust all through your life. Who saw it coming?
Resignation, then insight. Who saw it coming?
Take off your gloom and set a minute. Come talk to me.
Cleanse your greyed vision, and you will see.
Prey to the vagaries of time.
Keep your lines disguised.
Look through her eyes, and continue through to the end.
In a few years you might be all right. But it will keep you up nights.
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Through To An End
05:05
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Withheld promises and shots well past.
Floated out to sea, reduced to trash.
You chose your own path.
Mouths full of glass.
Walking along the sand. How dark the waves, his gaze!
The sun burns through the fog. No home left.
Withheld promises and shots well past.
Violent weakness. Aspersions cast.
You chose your own path. Sick of the attack.
Walking along the sand. The sun burns through the fog.
Tell me, how can I make it through to an end?
Float and flow through to and end.
Where did you go?
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You and I have to go and take that bridge to anywhere but here.
This dark heritage, for us it is unrelenting.
I will not be the last one to be left standing here.
No ashes, only dust. Salt mist rimes our faces.
We are outcasts in most places and followed all the while.
The laws of this tribe are meant to be broken: a truth, but unspoken.
Don’t be the only one.
Driving all night. The cassette tapes break.
Five fingers and no squares. Home and comfort far behind.
Lightning through the windshield. This is how we make our break.
I dreamt I saw you already in your grave.
Show me where. Tell me who.
Tell me what to do.
Leave off your talk.
Moss on the rocks.
Moss on the clock.
As I look through this dirty window (let it go) all I see is grey.
Looking forward (let it go) all I see is your corpse.
Looking back, where did it go, what I saw was my own death.
When I hitchhike home from some desperate night, I think of the witch, and I hope I am right.
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