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Spectre
03:26
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He touched my hair,
he saw me sitting there.
Brown-eyed stare,
his head concave, slightly
Skin was bare
and he looked a thousand miles,
he looked a thousand miles,
he looked a thousand miles
and he saw me sitting there.
He wore that air like it was nothing.
He bore that stare like a mirror,
a mirror to my soul
and he looked a thousand miles,
he looked a thousand miles,
he looked a thousand miles
and he saw me sitting there.
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Don’t let the sun shine today
It’s way too light for my liking.
When I’m blue, give me grey
These colours I am fighting.
Birds sing, I don’t care.
Spring is in the air
and I can’t stand the glare of my enemy
so don’t let the sun shine today.
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Living on a shoestring
Never having anything
Ice on the windows
Woodlice on the pillows
Roll one up -
Nothing but bad luck
Home from home
Leave me alone
Fire cat,
you ain’t all of that
lying there wasted
Sleep away your sadness
Sleep away your day
Are you really sleeping,
are you dying some way?
Run me all you rhythm
Give me all your life
You think that I’m happy
That just goes to show you’ve never known me
and that I’ve know you far too long
When does the late night end and begin the early morning?
That’s when I miss you most - within one of those.
My heart bleeds for your warmth
My soul needs your sweet breathing;
Soothing and steady,
resonant and heavy.
Speak to me in the night, my darling,
I have been waiting for your sign,
your colours to be ‘fore me blinding
my eyes in your light that shines
from your being you soothe me kindly, with your innate poetry.
In my dreams and the space between them,
You are welcome home with me.
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Godly
05:16
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Not for the first time, you’ve let me down -
I’m getting used to it.
Mind over matter, create your own,
rewrite the known.
Repeating patterns,
lost in the dark.
My mind; so full,
my mind; so stark.
I lost myself looking for you,
that’s not my work to do.
Before my body was mine,
my soul would float
lost on a wind.
We could all feel the dissonance,
sensation unknown.
Before my life was mine
people made ripples in my consciousness,
brutal assault, unfelt,
for I am numb.
My eyes can see through the illusion of time
I am what I am,
I’m not what’s mine
I’ve been praying, but only because I forgot
the truth that I’m Godly,
the truth that I’m not.
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cries and lullabies
with some guitar parts weaving
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