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ϡ҆˦҆˿AVIGNON˦҆˿ƍˤ
04:19
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The smile lifts the soul
But equally dismays
Sends shocks down splendid spines
And drivels learnèd curses in honeyed ears
The smile leaves me
I must find it again
Seeking the smile of forget again
Leave it hanging in the chamber
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⚯˞˿҆¤13˭ϡƍ˭҂҃
03:00
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I’ve seen my own future
And blessèd be the reasons
Life stands in stark contrast
To the ways of heaven
Observing the distance
To pass by the seasons
It’s tragic the way that
Decay forms in faces
Addicted to loving
Distant lonely places
From heaven comes plastic
That I wrap my heart in
I wrap my heart in plastic and throw it in the wind
I don’t see a future without addictions
I’ve seen my own future
And blessèd be the reasons
Life stands in stark contrast
To the ways of heaven
Addicted to loving
Distant lonely places
From heaven comes plastic
That I wrap my heart in
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⚇DONTˤ⚈TOUCH˿҃ˤMEˤ⚆
06:07
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Tiles of blue
Tiles of red
Visible from the train
The sea to the left
To the right it fell
The city and its streets
Long and winding hills
Find their way underneath feet
The station underground
With friends or enemies
Emerging from the crowd
To come and wet their beaks
The tables slanting down
The waitresses can’t speak
They bring out the arrays
Of their delicacies
Coming to the shore
The polyphonies
Along the mountain path
That crawls along the sea
Here the gods appear
And with their appetites
They dig up from the soil
And begin to take their bites
Baby you must know
That I am made of stone
I have no earthly glow
I am just an unknown
Baby you must know
That I am made of stone
I can’t tell you to go
You must leave on your own
Don’t touch me, don’t touch me
My body’s made of stone
Day goes out with her mother
Hell is just over their heads
Night comes along with his father
Made in heaven of their beds
Of all the first creations
They instance forward except
Kronos in for his mother
She is kept by Rhea’s bed
This was gonna be vacation
Don’t know what it is instead
Guilt trip outside the station
Don’t know what to say except
What was born before love
Was it hunger, was it dirt
I look and see its form
It’s sewn in all parts of the earth
The greatest in the world
The ebb and flow of water’s serve
To carry it into the coast
Away from those who need it most
Baby you must know
That I am made of stone
I have no earthly glow
I am just an unknown
Baby you must know
That I am made of stone
I can’t tell you to go
You must leave on your own
Don’t touch me, don’t touch me
My body’s made of stone
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On the street
Warm morning
Waking to the stones
Circled in worth
Trouble decay
Spreading through the age
Diffusion distant
Circling around towards decay
In the market
The open air
Circled in warmth
From the cold
The country echoes
From separate place
And you won’t show me my form
(I am becoming a part
I have lost something on the street
I can stare at crystal palaces in the sky
But I can’t shake a deep sense of defeat)
On the street
In the morning
Hidden smile distant
Labored light
In hanging frames
Return from captivity
Why shake the pain
At the bar
Pretend it’s all okay
Witnesses to the fight
Tourists and locals alike
It’s always spectacle
Remove my power
From below
On the street
I am becoming lost
In the parlor of the mind
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If my love is mostly plastic
Spastic I keep coming back to you
Reminiscing on the aspects
Past tense the floor finds me falling through
I’ve seen the face of god
The other half is you
Ascending all along
And now I feel renewed
But I’ve seen the cities sink
And I’ve the seen the visions spliced
Until it all just loses sense
I know that death’s noise is white
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Long flat broken sheets of timeless black pavement
Sunsets now echoed in endless escarpments
Lost my last hopes on arrangements in Vegas
Which fell like thick rain through the ceiling above us
Smile back to me
Smile don’t leave
Without that
I’m nothing
Smile back to
Smile don’t leave me
Without that
I’m nothing
We can’t sing a song (an enveloping cloud)
Without losing hope
We can find angels (surrounds us)
Without seeing blue
We can’t sing a song (we try to leave)
Without losing hope
(summons) We can’t find angels (us)
Without seeing blue
Smile back to me
Smile don’t leave
Without that
I’m nothing
Smile back to
Smile don’t leave me
Without that
I’m nothing
Without crossing the river
Without seeing the sky
Without seeing something behind
A place of supreme control
Hidden in the eyes
Hidden in the smile
Hidden in the landscape
Behind you all the time
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⚈ͱ˿Dƍ҆҂VOJ˭ ҆˿΅ˤNIK ҈ ҆
05:12
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Soft lighting enlightens the brain
And from two distant corners our men enter the frame
No sound on the boulevard as I stumble to the street
She left this morning two suitcases no goodbye
But the city still stands
And has me lost in its midst
The worms of vision of the sun
Above the river on the stone
In their glass houses made of blood
Direct us where we shouldn’t go
Harsh lighting exciting the frame
From similar mindsets our men enter the game
A man on the balcony examines the lights
Of distant buildings and stars
He paces with pain and turns in disgust
Of gothic mirrors and empty streets
One year before I felt a new kind of pain
That ripples through your surroundings
No amount of beauty can escape the sustain
And I fear I’ll come to know it once again
Why fight now
Why try to overcome
I aim to return control to my actions in the noise
The work – a tool of untoward decay
Where you see your diminished self
The sounds in the empty street
Are not there to bring you help
But I am terrified when I see his face
The moon shows me my own form
False lighting igniting the flame
And neither one is bound to grow
Why bet on it
It comes out the same
For even an anomaly who stands there and looks like me
Why shake the pain from so long ago
When my (your) love has left the city why are we this way
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ѧ҆ ҃ HON˭Ξˤ҂EY˿˭ ҆
05:24
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They’ve seen me crazy
Called it in my bed
The wave of fire the burning hand
Behind the mountains yellow sand
Where the sun split the sky
And dried the earth
The brownèd land
The plateau dirt
They’ve seen me crazy
Called it out to god
Monsters in the ocean
The house of mind was shot
Destroy your faith
Distort your fears
Baby I am not the norm
Heads within heads
Feet within feet
Auction my faces
Burn in the heat
Disturbed faith
The wrath of god
Sing the truth
Have you forgot
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ѧROSEˤ⚮PETALːˤ˿PINK¤ϡ
03:03
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I’ve lost my sense of life
I’ve become stranded
A lonesome wanderer
Above a bed of mud
On empty rivers and glass structures
On tendrils of love
Above careless city streets
Woven by bells that shine in pale lights
I’ve lost my sense
I drift without purpose
The smile of god washes from my lips
So I slip further from the heaven I’ve made
Strung out on the long tendrils of love
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In all the world
With shaky palms
The rosary beads
And liberated psalms
A kiss sends me
Into the darkness
Now I miss you
For Rome you’ve departed
You were my world
With all my plans
The way of the monks
And ten elegant hands
And the ten sides
Endless denial
I have nine sides you were my arm
Death upon return, fade into the noise
Fantasy abound, heresy appoints
A crystal to a face, Babylon anoints
One hundred years away, start to disappoint
Avignon awaits, fail to see the point
Walking in the streets, brick upon the joints
White smoke will emerge, breaking through the noise
The many eyes
Going on trial
On the road
To the remains
Seeking absolution
In into the game
For three days
And three nights
Supplicate
On the road
With what remains
Of tender pride
Lost in foolish games
This is the journey
Will not abdicate
The circus walls
Circling my eyes
I can stare at crystal palaces
In the sky
I will start to lose control
Of my eyes
And I miss you
Into the darkness
Regain control
Of my actions
In the noise
I cannot predict
What becomes of these toils
Without love
Still I know
I love all the faces
That I’ve been shown
I’m still stressed with the idea that there is beauty unattainable
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