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The sunset was our biggest and best mistake.
One glorious disaster,
Blooming into the light it had not, was not, able to create.
The holy mirror hanging in the dreary day.
Oh saintly reflection of the thousands of faces multiplying into the myriad of stars
That would politely bow with a tip of their hats as they introduced themselves,
"We are your replacements.
We are the muse of the whole world.
We are the limit.
You reach out, strain, groan, beg, bite, reel, wax, wane, copulate, groan again, battle, Rattle, hum, and will never touch us.
We are not there.
You have been gnashing your teeth, reaching for yourselves.
You see me and my brethren and see infinity.
Two eyes surrounded by frames moving endlessly in a tell tale figure eight,
The smoke ceasing to settle.
It will straighten, and the bars will clear up and clear out.
Stumbling skeptics, lunatics, and priests alike.
We all falter, cheekbones greeting the gravel as they are ground
Down, down, down.
You need answers.
Your vision is finite yet searching for magic.
Your vision is cemented in scope but longs for silver bells complimenting hipster haired Angels,
Shouting oracles of fate, love, and faith to the heavens that are bursting out of Our feet, Fingers, hair, and facial cracks.
Stretching the physical until it tears, or rather unravels, like balls of blue and yellow yarn Tumbling in slow motion down the stairs as We stare from out the back of your heads.
Your skulls are fixed.
Downward facing creatures forced to look upwards at the miracles of the sky that We had Created by accident."
What brilliance.
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The Canyon
03:42
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The Canyon is too deep
It swallows up my sleep
So I try to dream
And in the good ones I still sing
I’ve learned not to speak
My language is too weak
The Syllables retreat
Just sound sounds more concrete
In the falls down to my lows
The halls will hear my ohs
As far as they can go
No words can still mean no
I had patience like a priest
Now it eludes me
My scale tips quick enough
As my age soon adds on up
I never had a guide
Now wrinkles add on pride
I never knew I had inside
My ego is Twenty five
Someday I will find someone
Til then I will sharpen my tongue
Because those word wounds hurt the most
Can’t you see that is why I’m your ghost?
I had to dream
To give it up for love
But would it mean a thing
If I couldn’t keep up?
I would settle for a broken home
If I could get some sleep
I would settle for some legs
Just so I could take a leap
You could call me thief
I am stealing your legs from your feet
And I’ve seen the kids dance a waltz
I know this is my fault
The pangs of vast goodbye
But you can breathe if you try
When the macabre come in force
Get ready for the great divorce
Careful how you pretend
Your honor you'll defend
The battle yield no recompense
No pity in the penitence
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3. |
Holy II: Impulse
01:55
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I need ovation
For consideration of success
I've been clapping my hands for years
And now they are calloused but still red at best
Always looking on
Evergreen inside my iris
Knowing no one would ever want to take the time to buy this
This whining of a prissy middle class kid
Drinking wine in order to sleep
I need to close my eyelids
Turn it out until you see what inside is
You know, the only thing being blown is my pride miss
Because I've got these aspirations
And we've all got apparitions
Appearing to appear
Even when the focus is in the rearview
It is nothing new
So get a clue, just like everyone
I'm building ladders to the sun
And scaling each rung
Praying to never slip and be hung
In just a moment, you know we only have one
You'll be on Everest
Then down in the depths with the dung
I'm tired of feeling ghostly
But mostly tired mother fucker
Maybe it is anti-poetic to swear in a song
No, fuck that, that's bull shit not a single syllable is wrong
As long as it is from your chest
Leave behind the rest for motivation
Gather inertia in the locomotion
A simple potent potion to pull us toward the notion
That we have the means and rations
To own the ocean with our passions
So I am going to raise up and try that much harder
Keep that motivation, maybe the drugs made me more smarter?
Because I've been lethargic
Allegoric to the bullshit
That I force myself everyday to smell, cope, and live with
With many problems and solutions
And every opportunity to flush it
But I didn't
I was acting like a sloth
With the couch as my trees
With moving hacks to entertain
Like the antithesis of me
Sweaty and alone
Completely cumbersome
Did you say free drinks?
Maybe I'd come for some
Late night, late chicks
Maybe I'd come on one
Just give me time to think
And I'll always hit and run
Even if I was the victim
Even if I was not at fault
I'd take on the blame
And lock my feelings in a vault
But no longer
I am coming up stronger
Taking the pitches
And straining the octaves
I'll cry Holy music
To where my angel lives
Pick up the volume
I know where we left it
Let's lift it
We aren't too old yet
Our voices are young horses
Leaving the stables in forces
So lets scream until we are voiceless
Breaking the strings in my throat
I leave myself choice less
Until I get out that last note.
That last note we wrote
It may not be catchy or sexy enough to quote
But I'll let it out with a croak
Until all sound is penniless and broke.
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Sleep Happy
03:09
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Tonight we’ll sleep alone
And tonight I hope we sleep happy
Our time was on loan
But I pray we sleep happy tonight
I know you are on your way and the future is walking on air
While you could be making dreams too big to dare
I can’t say sometimes anymore
Because life often isn’t fair
But that is no reason to lose the smile from your face
You can find devotion anyplace
So I’ll stay here with a bouquet of memories
And ask they won’t be erased
No long romances
No short stemmed roses
No more big talks of love
Just a few short hours
A few big laughs
I know our words were enough
Tonight we’ll sleep alone
But I hope you are sleeping alright
Our time was on loan
But I pray we sleep happy tonight.
“Sleep happy,” was the last thing you said to me
And I intend to find comfort in these sheets
I may not make it to summer, I’m looking to fall
But I’m bundled up tight now in this cold winter’s free for all
“Sleep happy,” was the last thing you said to me
And I intend to follow through thoroughly
I may not wake to the sun glowing in your eyes
But after tonight tomorrow will be a prize.
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Holy III: Still Bare
00:30
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How many times have I had to say
That a song is a naked person still being undressed?
It has been six years and still I must remind myself
Still I must say nothing new to a different tune
My remains have been exhumed
So welcome to the catacombs
Where the spirit of holy madness lies
Neatly on it's back
Biding it's time
Til it comes a rap, tap tapping
Leaving it's wrapping on the floor
Rolls away the stone door
Sings out loud and truly soars.
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6. |
The Last Lover In Paris
04:02
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I found a lover in Paris
With Greenish eyes and brown hair
By the Seine she was reading
In the crisp morning air
With her little freckles on her little nose
And that nose in Voltaire
I didn't speak a word
Just whispered a prayer
Her name was beautiful
She was named for a queen
I knew I just had to ask her
Hoped she'd know what I mean
Won't you:
"Come walk down the wooded path
I will keep you safe.
I don't know who I am yet
But my heart I must obey
Kick up some cobblestones
When there is nothing left to say
I don't know who I am yet
But my heart I must obey
And we can dance on Billy Shake's grave
And we can dance on Billy Shake's grave"
I had the last lover in Paris
And like Casanova fled the scene
Our hearts were young and wild
And everything in between
I had the last lover in Pair-e
But did you wait for me?
I am not a jealous man
How can you be?
When I had the last lover in Paris
Dressed up on a balcony
Our song intertwined
Into sweet harmony
And we sang:
I cried outside of Paris
By the old cedar trees
Our love song was redefined
Into a Eulogy
Now I'm back from Paris
Can you forgive me?
I was strange in a strange land
And so lonely
My thoughts were on you
If only in my mind's back
I'll forget those times, forget those eyes
If you let me unpack
I still think of Paris
Even when I lie with you
That love was made to die young
Innocent and true
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7. |
Seattle, Be Patient
05:43
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There is a love up north
Lush and green so sally forth
I've been waiting all my life
While you would rather twist the knife
Waiting is done, I have to go
While you would rather slit my throat
Just to see what love comes out
As if there was really any doubt
Seattle be patient with me
Seattle please wait for me
I don't know how long it'll be
Seattle, we will see
You are well read but looking ill
Your porcelain skin standing still
You know things and I know mine
But I would rather save the time
Who do you have looking for you?
You are sad, one and one makes two
My Father disappears
Oh lucky girl, that is clear
I am a big man for this town
But down south surely I would drown
I can't dress up for you now
Button up shirts would muffle the sound
How can you ask me to stay
And then so quickly push me away?
You would have me up on your wall
Oh tenderness I do recall
Waiting is done, I have to go
Bid farewell to the old chateau
I would travel all my years
And I know we are scared right here
Still you are my biggest fear
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Rome
02:52
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What is time but a way to see if you've really changed?
If you can't it is a space to measure where you are
I would fill my time with you
The minutes can shorten the distance
But I would grow
And so would you
The second hand can't stop me now.
I've thrown away all my maps
None of them have shown a home
All the roads lead to you
My personal burning Rome.
X they say marks the spot
But we don't know what we've got
Paradise though never found
Can never be lost.
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9. |
Holy IV: Noise
02:11
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I saw them there
As they slowly burned down
Clinging together until they were one
The ground was littered
With love from one another
Until it was swept aside
A brand new trap
Waiting for the youth
To come inside
It was beautiful
And sad
As all things are
With feathers singed
And flapping mad
This world has never changed
So don't follow it down
That rabbit hole
That drives us all
To Forget
Insane
Around
Across country
Down, right, down
On hoods of cars
Touching the chill
To feel what it feels
Were they clutching something
Other than themselves?
Stamping out the devil
From the souls of their shoes?
Down, down, down
With nothing to lose
Except what you leave on the ground
The solitary mark
The proof
That never fades
Like the flames
The fire
The breathe
The
The
The
The
Please
Not the clamor and the clatter
The glamour and my stammer
Stud
Err
Error
Stutter
Stuttering on
As if it matters
I only have a telescope
So don't attempt
To look at me
It must be sorted out
Alphabetically
Ironically
Before you are picked out
Of the trash bags
You wear as rags
Dance
Dance
Dance
In those rags
To the ragtime blues
That we move to until they are piping hot
Burning red with those dark hues
Bringing levity to the clubs
And the boys sprinkled with laughter
And love or what they want
For what they need
Something deeper
Than simply a deed
It is all noise.
Static terms on paper
Not moving
Wrinkling words
Into lips curled around bottles
Babbling brooks of holy profanity
Eating up the childhood
And verbal space in It's mind
Hitting the grind
And the frightened beings looking to find
Something different than what is
What was promised
The glorious list
Of faults and improvement
Down infinity road
Until there is no more room
On the narrows
Widening views of perception
Until prescription
Is in view
Always in view
But too drugged to see
Fuzzy feelings
Of mediocrity
And Déjà Vu
That the night always loves to repeat
With the Sun scolding
It's delinquent owl
Never losing sight of you
Always in view
And it never stops
Love it never stops
It Never Stops
Love
Live
Over
Die
Love
Stop.
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Light Treason Salem, Oregon
Light Treason is the brain-child of musician Ronan Baker. After the resignation of the other member of the Epic Indie Folk Pop band The Minute Hand Ballet, Mr. Baker is striking out and seeing how things are in the lonely position of only.
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