1. |
Look
01:08
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2. |
Blur of the Sun
05:10
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Crash of ocean, a golden lawn of dawn.
Eyes glare into the blur of the sun.
Underneath the ocean,
A sub-aquatic commotion.
Days under inertia,
Embodies my devotion.
A rare tide of a motion.
A masquerade of waterfalls,
Calls me by the name to catch it when it falls.
I find out why the coral cries.
The sea salt tears dry up all the years.
A mind born in December,
Of days I can't remember.
A maiden of September,
A daze I can remember.
When all the world was ember.
I can find time in my mind.
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3. |
Satellight
03:54
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Way beyond the ocean a field of amphibious play.
Drove out of the water a grass-plaid cityscape to lay.
Sunday in the sun, clad a dress so suited for a masque.
Some day looking back at the satellite of photograph.
Await a dream, awake upon it.
When the sun scrapes open your eyes.
A well timed firefly.
Will you and I sleep deprived?
Wage of winking projections on the wall behind our eyes.
Transient nostalgia becoming frequent compromise.
Adrift into the spring air a light that perfumed everyone.
An heiress of the autumn, a wick that burned a candle's sun.
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4. |
Reasons in Reverse
03:39
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I held a ring of fractal water
To find a pattern woven well.
To drink it, will drown it.
Macabre the law surrounding.
To find a reason why we live it
Will make a secret worth a tell.
I'm ancient, from nowhere.
The lighthouse blinded our eyes.
Serene we multiply with wonder.
To understand would wake a dream.
Unlifted, unfounded.
Alive inside the end.
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5. |
Nature's Daughter
03:30
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Color craved light
Squint my eyes for sight
To see your side
Nature open wide
Floating upwards
Show me what you heard
Love spent in the sun,
Fall fell sparing none.
Leaves left, so goodbye.
I'm left to look for her,
Nature's daughter.
White the sun drip glare,
nestled in her hair.
Drain a cloud in air,
Wed a rainbow there.
Wingless, sing this.
Float me like a bird.
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6. |
Reflections On Heat
06:12
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A range of featured stares,
A ray collapse that's really there.
Thrown forward, grin and bear.
Untouched of lust and ill-repair.
Foreword and afterward,
A frequent theme when will we learn.
Forgive the one who sung,
A grudge on sky cannot be hung.
Teach time to all the young,
Ignore the Now has just begun.
To grow a garden vast,
But the flower in your hand is now the past.
Forest fire burning sage,
Incense for the meditation age.
A race to deepen space,
A flagstaff to hold you in place.
See from outside the line,
A smile born not from words of mine.
When love's said to be gone,
A land-grab stab for everyone.
To grow a garden vast,
But the flower in your hand has wrinkled fast.
When the clock ages twelve,
Emancipate what once you've held.
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7. |
Our Glass
04:23
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I find Heather, grave and green
Like a specter when I dream.
All my weight gone.
Starship summer,
Sip a glass of time.
Drowned endeavors,
Make a sailor rise.
All my weight gone.
Days that I will live alive,
I will wait upon it.
Oracles and seers find,
Just what we'll make of it.
Wonderless and wonderful,
Knowing what will come if,
I will wait.
Love in limbo, an even three.
Wintered widow,
Left in between.
Will life get old?
I am river, left unseen.
If uncovered and made a scene,
Will I still flow?
Days that I will live alive,
I will wait upon it.
Oracles and seers find,
Just what we'll make of it.
Orange stars of eastern skies,
Light the way to find it.
Wonderless and wonderful,
Knowing what will come if,
I will wait.
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8. |
River of Sand
03:17
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The dawn of a namesake,
Along comes a new way.
And then comes the daybreak,
Of progeny sunrays.
River of sand, gold.
Lock it in hand, hold.
Menagerie manifold,
See what the man shows.
The lamplight waterfall addressed upon you.
Come for the wherewithal to travel in tune.
Fall forth and watch the world evaporate soon.
All thought will animate and gravitate too.
River of sand, gold.
Lock it in hand, hold.
Menagerie manifold,
See what the man shows.
The dawn of a namesake,
Along comes a new way.
And then comes the daybreak,
Of progeny sunrays.
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9. |
Are You Sure
03:05
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A race around town to see the city lights down,
To see the glow, euphoric you.
The space and the stars attract a miniature map,
To see the old glorious view.
A legion of sighs revealed the star of your eyes,
With eyelids eclipsing you.
Head to the sea to see what's overtaken me.
The night and tide are all in tune.
So breath a river of light when you walk in the night to see the halo.
Under the star soaked sky dream of what lies behind the black unknown.
And unearth, find out what you're worth down in Solway Firth.
Savor the sand that helped the meteor land,
Bringing interstellar news.
Science will hide to see the traveler inside.
Another spaceman's got the blues.
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10. |
Soulway
03:43
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11. |
Just Another Spaceman
07:13
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Two mystical leads,
A breath of relief drains my air,
Strangest atmosphere.
You're missing the gold hair,
The elephant affair.
I am wandering aware that windows are there to stare,
I stared too much, now wither my time with touch.
Because now I can touch the earth,
Of light I shine across the night,
Your telescopes can see my eyes,
But no one sees inside.
To mystify me,
The days behind me change in time,
Nothing left to find.
Where did your lungs go, didn't your heart know.
Why I'm calling for you to travel too.
I am left to crawl for something that don't exist.
Because now I can touch the earth,
Of light I shine across the night,
Your telescopes can see my eyes,
But no one sees inside.
I search along the other worlds,
To find a time when we were right,
But all I see are distant lives,
Nothing to recognize.
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