1. |
The Walk
04:38
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Oh, the boy is walking,
squeaking in his shoes from the rain that's got in.
The rip in the sole of his shoe follows
his footsteps through the darkness as he moves.
Black, baggy trousers,
wet and pressed against the skin,
soaked from letting the rainfall in, the
striped gloves, one on one off,
the gloved hand for the cigarette
the bare hand shielding from the wet and
As he walks he talks to himself as his thoughts now spill out aloud.
The silence meets these empty streets as he blindly follows his feet.
As he walks he talks to himself as his thoughts now spill out aloud.
The lightning flickers above him, gentle and silent but somehow destructive.
A purple hat and smile is all he needs,
to his hide from his insecurities.
These things, the weird, the funny qualities
distract from his eyes and being so ugly but
he knows it's not worth these things
he shouldn't let it bother him he shouldn't fucking give a shit but
as it goes, fear is all we know,
we all do something to hide ourselves,
behind our clothes.
As he walks he talks to himself as his thoughts now spill out aloud.
The silence meets these empty streets as he blindly follows his feet.
As he walks he talks to himself as his thoughts now spill out aloud.
The lightning flickers above him, gentle and silent but somehow destructive.
The walk helps to calm a troubled mind.
Talking through thoughts keeps me focused inside,
The walk helps to calm a troubled mind.
Talking through thoughts keeps me focused inside,
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2. |
Little Things
03:42
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I always seem to find,
I only ever have two of the three things I need,
out of the different combinations of time, energy and money.
In school you'll find, so much energy and time,
but no money to fund daydreams that pop into your mind.
So after that, and leaving more time to pass,
everything changes when classmate faces,
fade away from me.
But thats okay,
because I finally found money in a half decent job,
I just have no time to spend it on.
So older still, a future me is found free,
retired with the time and money
to do whatever I'd once dreamt of.
Only to find,
the days of a slave to this system
has worn me out and beaten me down.
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3. |
Journey's End
05:05
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Who am I to you?
A purple hat, Rubik's cube, snake hands and card suits,
Now I try to,
Suppress a fear that you'll be bored of me soon,
And if you're still thinking,
you're afraid of the dark, you're wrong.
Because if your chest is sinking,
the only thing you're afraid of is the unknown...
And now,
if you don't know,
where we are going,
then any road
will take us there.
But we could just chose a random path,
and carry on that way forever.
But I'll leave us a trail of bread crumbs,
so you can find your way back home,
if you'd rather walk back with no one,
and leave me lost in the woods all alone.
Now I'm close,
don't follow the road that calls us both home
and now I, I know,
A fear that time will trap me in the friend zone alone and if
you're still thinking,
you're afraid of the dark, you're wrong.
Because if your chest is sinking,
the only thing you're afraid of is the unknown...
Now,
if you don't know,
where we are going,
then how will you know,
when we get there?
But we could just choose a single path,
and walk in whatever direction together.
But I'll plant us a beanstalk,
so at the dead ends we could carry on,
if you'd rather forget where you came from
and explore the world with someone.
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4. |
"It's Untitled"
05:10
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As if the thunder has already arrived,
the electric spreads throughout the veins.
Bodies shake and lips tremble,
As the rain falls softly on the skin.
How should you perceive the incident?
Overcome the fear?
Why should you trust those around you,
when your body is made of tin?
Overlooking imperfections initially,
the sun once seemed so near,
but as it suits you best;
black clouds hang heavily in the air.
Blundering mistakes seep into cherished memories,
Becoming one of the same.
How should your eyes look at the sky again
When all it's done to preserve your pain?
Lead me to believe in your beauty,
encouraged by the warmth of your sun,
freeze me to my very spot,
as you repeat my own secrets in tongue.
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5. |
Tides (Alternate)
03:46
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The lonely monster gazed out to sea,
his dreams had been filled will fear,
and he'd wondered what else there could be,
he strokes the cold water,
with his claw,
and in a world so wide and a tide so rough,
This could be it, after all.
A tear forms from the corner of his golden eye,
as the raft drifts, by his side.
He slowly whispers a thousand goodbyes.
He climbs aboard,
unstable, unsteady.
In a handmade boat,
he thought was ready.
He pushes away from the shore,
sets sail for the sun
In a world so wide and a tide so rough,
New chapters have now begun.
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6. |
A Perfect Memory
04:28
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Years pass in the blink of an eye,
And our white room has grown orange inside,
Our infant has now grown into a child,
and filled each wall with pictures he's drawn.
When the floor is made of lava,
he'd jump from books to the bed.
Dangle his feet from the window cill,
and stare out into daydreams instead.
An Xbox and PS1 on the desk,
Bionicle sprawled across the carpet.
Days pass but summer never ends.
Until one day, when he rests his head...
And he wakes, into a room painted blue.
A black rose gathers dust on the wardrobe,
From that first love, and it's horrible heartache,
facing teenage frustrations and battling acne,
but he's also discovering that being yourself,
doesn't mean just trying not to be everyone else.
He's had adventures with some lifelong friends,
and now keeps that stripped hat at the end of his bed,
Bottles surround the ashtray on the desk,
Stains and cigarette burns on the carpet.
Days pass but summer's already spent.
Until one day, when he wakes from bed...
The day has finally come for him to move,
and to leave into a world to pursue music.
He picks up his bags and heads down the stairs
Leaving the room behind him.
The house becomes empty, until it finds a new family
and begins to grow once again.
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7. |
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I'm so scared of my childhood friend,
because I know I'll either mess up or she'll decide she hates me again.
And in every attempt I made to fix my mistakes I became further away
from what she loved in the first place
Which was me.
And everything I am.
Not who I tried to be and not who I tried to become.
But I still miss you
Because I still know who we really are.
But we can't go back,
I've lied too much to backtrack our path,
I've fucked up so much with these stupid complaints
about my life I didn't realize nothing needed to change
Because I...
Had my...
Had my...
...had my best friend back again.
I know I've got no place to say,
but there's so much you never explained to me.
After years on our separate ways,
I found you with me on a Valentine's day.
Chillstep and candles,
and blankets around us
We lay on the bed
and out of the darkness you said
"Paul...
You...
Are...
My....
Soulmate...."
After five years apart, you still had all my heart,
we talked all night until the sunrise crept through the window
and you left.
But what you said stayed with me.
I was still in love with you and I always had been.
But then... you changed.
And I'm convinced I'm the one to blamed.
But I'm so confused about what I'd done,
I was so paranoid for months,
because before I'd even realized you were back in my life
you were gone.
And I was left by myself.
...Until I saw you hand in hand with somebody else.
...What did I do?
...What did I do?
...What did I do??
...
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8. |
Minuet Hands
04:29
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My heart ticks
In time with the clock
That hangs 'round my neck
weighs down my chest...
Your gaze flickers
falls heavily against mine
Pressing hearts
cracking ribs
compressing lungs
Wind steals your breath
A cruel absence that consumes you.
Consuming you
In a desperate time lapse
of flickering iris. Consumes you.
Consuming you.
Heartbeats fall
into minuet hands
days recoil
into reverse
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9. |
Falls Away
03:56
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Time...
It falls away...
From me...
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10. |
Button Bear
03:29
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A brave toy bear,
takes one more step.
Steps out from the dust
Beneath the bed.
He wonders into the hall,
Through a doorway with no door.
He slowly climbs down each stair and,
scuttles across bare floorboards.
He slowly makes his way down there and,
climbs down to the bottom floor.
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The house is now empty,
Everyone is now gone.
The light cuts through the dust,
and it shimmers through ripped curtains.
He peeks through the front window,
And lets the morning peek inside.
He sees across the meadow,
As sunlight touches buttoned eyes.
Buttoned eyes.
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11. |
Peaceful Mind
03:59
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A small seed of lies,
in a desperate plea for connection,
At the time thoughts clogged my mind,
and you helped me when I created them,
As time progressed,
we saw what everything that I'd said did to you,
oh, I loved you too much,
And I was never sure how you could loved me too.
So I left myself,
drift from you,
a chance for you to forget all I done,
and all the things that I said to you.
Weary eyes beneath a tattered hood,
fixed on words of mistunderstood blood,
I miss the days of a distant hug,
fixed on words of mistunderstood blood.
but we always drifted back,
this just surfaced the guilt,
I couldn't take the weight when you asked,
I needed to let out the truth,
I closed my eyes, swallowed my pride,
and let this regret bleed through me.
I'll block you out and cage me in,
take everything and tear it from my skin,
I pushed you toward your seperate way,
and forget our memory from yesterday,
Now I'm left with no one. After all these stupid things I've done.
I want to die like the sunset,
because I feel my eyes still burn,
I live silent like the sunrise,
the most peaceful way to be all alone.
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12. |
Tides (Spoken Word)
03:40
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Once upon a time, there lived a monster, on an island surrounded by a beautiful flowing ocean. He lived only with the salutation of the fiery red planet for company. It was a fine evening, as the reflection burnt a bright orange over the seven seas' deep navy. The monster intently watched the sun's path over the earth, and feared the moment that it would melt into the blue, as he knew, that when sun hides behind the edge of the sea, all the little evils that creep in the night begin to release. Happiness began to drain from the monster, as the sun sunk slowly into the horizon.
The light was suddenly trapped from his perfect world and the shadows began to creep and crawl towards him. He sat still, consumed in his misery and plunged into this deep darkness. The coarse hair raised on the back of his neck and his claws, did they tremble. As the humans snuck from their hiding places and circled the monster, they conjured up horrible thoughts in his mind. His tummy drummed and his skin even crawled as the humans snuck ever, ever closer. So he squeezed his golden eyes shut ever so tightly and wish hard for sun's daybreak, under his mighty breath.
As if someone far away had heard his desperate plea, the sun rose high into the night sky, bringing it's gentle warmth back into the monster's life. The bright sunlight chased the humans all the way back, into their far away hiding places and brought the security and happiness the monster once felt...
Back to the islands golden sands...
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13. |
A Silent Conversation
05:00
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The pen strokes the paper,
I scribble thoughts I'm sure are mine.
Every page of spilled ink listens as I,
write out my insides.
I talk to the page,
it doesn't talk back.
It can only ever lend a listening ear.
I spill my life in this notepad.
When I find the page hiding away,
I find that I become a listener for what it'll say.
And when I find how different I've become,
back and forth we'll talk,
together in a silent conversation.
The page never forgets me,
it takes a shard of me for itself
and when I finally come to find it,
it becomes the shard of somebody else
The page talks to me,
I can't talk back,
I can only ever lend a listening ear,
I spill my life in this notepad.
When I find the page hiding away,
I find that I become a listener for what it'll say.
And when I find how different I've become,
back and forth we'll talk,
together in a silent conversation.
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