Available 11/28/24 Fading lights they call me from a horizon I never thought I’d comprehend. Silent songs, they call me from places that even I don’t understand. I’m at mercy at their feet, I can hardly ever sleep, it’s like I’m crazy. And I don’t want to see anything anymore, except maybe you and me.
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In my words, I hope, you’ve found some truth. Either way, I’m glad they reached you and I hope you’ll meet me by the sea. Thanks for listenin’ and for your time. Remember to hold your head up real high when the waves come crashin’ in. These are songs from a lengthy album originally recorded
I’m a late blooming bloomer, full of flesh and bones and mulch, the kind that sits in your stomach after a lifetime of being beaten to a bloody pulp. These are songs from a lengthy album originally recorded in 2005 and released January 26th, 2006 but due to fear, resistance, and personal reasons, they were
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Click here for more listening options. Lately, I’ve been feeling mighty emptyLately, I’ve been dying slow decreeFaces in thee mirror never what it seemsDistance in your futureDistance in your dreamFaithless ones I never know don’t call me… I’ll callNow I’m losing myself and just seem to be spinning ’roundFaithless ones that I adoreSilent levels inside
Click here for more listening options. i could once sing through the backbone of constant backbeat sanctuariesi could once hear crimes of passion coming through the airwavesno one takes anything seriously not anymorei remember when murder was art even that has been commercializedwhat a pitywhat a shameno more festivities& no more raini used to dreamof
each one brings you a little closerto the edgeto that grand facade of happinessto the stenchof the forgottenhunters line the great highwayto encompass the charadeof beggars and foolswho tend to fadeinto the night ritualyou can hear them in the distancelaughing, bellies rollingto the hurricanesfeet swollenand the dawnwill bring with it a new entitlementas the day
L. Cohen,I had a dreamIt was you and meHaving coffeeIt was a beautiful dayLight clamored breezeCalmCoolAndWeWereSilentIt was enoughSincerely,L. Styler
it’s early morningthe traffic is already heavyand the people are out theredoing what they doand I’m herewaiting for inspirationto strikeit doesn’t always happena lot of it is hypebut I can still sitat the pianoand I can still singthrough the nightI can still typeand I can still fuckso everything seems alrightbut is it?there are children being
you have melike you always dowhen you sit backrelaxedcoolso cooland there is nothingthat i can doto overcome your graspi triedit almost broke mei had to fallout of love with youin hopes that it would cure me but i couldn’tthat’s the thingif you only knewhow surreal it all is for meand now i’m backwhere i startedscares
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