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Ghost Town Hiss
05:45
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Ghost town hiss whipping through the windows
breathing in the house
A known tone of deep vibrato shaking to the sound
As fear sticks to halls and the mirrors
spinning in the gray
I'm setting up the theater playing with the way
The light goes dim
rearranging
to let the dark stay in
Finding hope in the lack of vision
Can't spell out the sense of silent brimming
coldness of skin
worn as an ornament
I'm sinking in to the
Bright lights in the bursting hum
Playing with the way
the light goes dim
rearranging to
let the dark stay in
Finding hope in the lack of vision
Positively bleak
bumble through the daytime
it's a common theme
looming like a shade of night
tucked in, a blanket feeling
it's alright
Let the light go dim
let it be fine.
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2. |
Of Course
04:28
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Building a vessel
a complicated whole
with the undercurrent
shaking through the floor
as the hard past
lingers plugging in
fear for the
unrelated immediate
But it's there
at the boundary looking in
past first and second
impulse driving
beyond reflex
and natural response
sometimes I need it
but others I wanna
Shake the circuits from the roots
as sparking pieces jangle loose
while inside the wires tied
are wrench-fit and defiant
bound and wrapped to the core
built deep into the board
interlaced without a source
still winding of course.
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3. |
Liminal
04:12
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I belong to the Liminal
Built a place out in the aether
you're coming over like a mirage
see it breaching in the evening
Choose a view
knotted in the past or
careless to a sense of order
is it all a series or a mess
of non-sequiturs?
When did this feeling appear?
Maybe it will gore you out
and leave you impaled
or maybe you'll find it there
constant tilling mind is
hissing in revolt
what for?
I belong to the Liminal
Built a place out in the aether
you're coming over like a mirage
see it breaching in the evening
Choose a view
knotted in the past or
careless to a sense of order
is it all a series or a mess
of non-sequiturs?
When did this feeling appear?
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4. |
Search For Fire
04:45
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I'm in a cloud dancing on the detached shapes
forming rows like spinning plates
top-heavy and they're spinning off
the axis kept steady while they're
fumbling down
I'm tuned tuned to new sound
as the words swirl through
a surrounding view
But I won't search for fire
Leering over like a low
top dome the world slows
learn to set goals both
low and achievable
I don't know if
I'm joking or not
Both apply
But I won't search for fire
You'll open wide
Don't want to qualify
real meaning of the breathing life
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Gentle Heat Chicago, Illinois
Chicago, IL
gaze music
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