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There is nothing that can save you from this event
Dead russians couldn't weave a better tale into the air
And everything will spill out onto the floor like blood
All the whiskey burning up inside of our stomachs
Trying to work its way out of our throats, like ghosts
When we die at the end, and we will die, you will know
What sorts of things we have always fought for

I have no one to keep me company in hell
Because the devil thought I'd be better off alone
And he's in the next room trying to sing himself to sleep
As the things he's done come back to haunt him at night
There is no rest for the ones who try to fight them off
The horrible dreams that follow our heels into the darkness
Hell is a lonely place when the sinners have no heart




What a father, to have left us, when we needed a guide
We cannot kill what doesn't bleed, something that doesn't breathe
Carry me to where the sun forgets to lay itself out
The place where the forest fires burn on until eternity
And I can finally sleep again, in the embers and the ash
It may burn my skin and it may keep you away, but I've meant it
The things I wanted to keep from scarring your skin

All of time will come to a single point one day
The tightness of the wire will collapse upon itself
And we will lose our heads as we have lost our shame
As guilty as thieves and as thin as water
This will be our grand coda, our symphony of light
For our sins, we will be trampled underfoot
And the horses we once found so fine will be our undoing

Lay down next to me, in the coals of this bed, and we'll burn together
You'll find more comfort in my hands when we brave worse weather









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I think trying to sleep is what's keeping me awake. That, or the wasps.

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2013-05-23 18:19:53 -0400
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Well, it pretty much sums itself up. Print this out, cut along the perforated edges and post it somewhere!

2013-05-21 22:57:10 -0400
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Sometimes, you just have to make a tiny tune, and this one is for Xanlee's "Homeless" Tiny Poem over Ryan Patrick's guitar tune. I added two lines at the end, just for a little change up in the song. I'd love to see some remixes, if anyone is up for it. You guys all probably know my stance on my own music. Enjoy regardless.


P.S. If I want to sing with any sort of emphasis, I have to sing weird like this haha.


P.S.S. I don't have a real microphone, so sorry for the terrible quality.


 


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You built me a home in your heart,


But the walls started cracking,


Started falling apart,


So I kept fixing and making repairs,


Until my home fell around me,


And was no longer there.


Find your way home, before you catch a cold


Find your way in, find someone to hold

2013-05-21 12:20:46 -0700
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      All little things come to pass, moving outwardly from the stars above us. I'd seen them move above you. They placed themselves greatly into the oblivion we could n...

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2013-05-16 01:58:05 -0400
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Just a little video project I did while I was bored to keep my skills up, what little skills I have. It's also, in a way, to honor the HitRECord television show as well. I'm excited about that. Either way, enjoy and remix!


 


P.S. I did not edit to the music, don't judge me. It was an afterthought.

2013-05-15 16:29:29 -0400
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As the tide rolls in at my feet, it pulls away from yours. And somehow, they still say life is fair.

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2013-05-09 01:13:10 -0400
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It's all the things we chose not to create that make us creative.

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2013-05-04 00:30:44 -0400
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Everyone knows the old story we read now
The low tide, eating steadily at our feet
Eventually I'll be able to dance, when I am a ghost
The constant, never-ending buzzing, like ...

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2013-04-28 17:16:05 -0400
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If anyone asks, we are monsters of a different kind, just animals that were afraid to leave their holes. Stuck beneath the salt of the earth, trying to tunnel our own way out. To where the...

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2013-04-24 01:40:48 -0400
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Careful. Careful, now. One wrong move and the whole Western Hemisphere disappears.

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2013-04-23 01:33:06 -0400
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Took one of my pieces called "Altars and Lights" and read it over the section that begins at 2:40 in Lovely Visions. Just bored, enjoy! Will upload the stems next!


Here's the lyrics


Bested by the best of all the night and all the smoke

By a terrible sound from the mouth of a ghost

There's faith in reminders, and there's hell in that mouth

That's never all the way closed, but agape in the dark

Absolution never tasted the way I thought it would

But I've left my trail of love behind me anyway

In the hopes that someone might save us one of these days

 

Oh, the last of us has given into these vices

And the rope coils around the nape of our necks

Whilst a thousand throats sing out their quiet songs

It will be the last thing we will ever hear in this life

But it's been sweeter than any love I could have had

There's nothing to find out there in the water

Just a few lost souls who stayed with me until the end


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2013-04-21 20:02:56 -0400
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But I knew that the wind would blow the candle out too soon, and we would be gone long before the sun ever rose.

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2013-04-19 18:49:34 -0400
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