1. |
Standing In The Light
03:57
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Isn't everybody waiting
For someone to come turn down the lights?
The simple act of breathing.
For a moment,
Iris to iris
Some kind of way
Some kind of rumor you say
When you're looking for an answer in the dimming light of day
Just dont tell me it's a symptom
All that evidence i know that's not right
Fearsome
Just listen and you'll hear something crying
Is it the real one?
Comin in straight down the line
Here I am
Standing in the light
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2. |
Shift
04:55
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"Still am I something?"
The wind, it brings me back to myself.
In a moment
I am miles, miles,
In another
I'm home
Solitary Sunday sky.
A shower incandecent light.
In a moment
I am everywhere,
In another
I'm gone
When sorrow feels like a morning dew
come to cleanse you
you'll know what you needed to.
Locked onto fevers;
in a way I've never left.
Only sometimes
am I here right now
and the others
a child.
Soft light in the corner
brings me a flood
was I always
full and worried
of worlds of winter
and heavy stone?
I shift the moon and you're bulletproof.
Is there really nothing,
no, nothing left to lose?
When sorrow feels like a morning dew
come to cleanse you
you'll know what you needed to.
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3. |
New
04:51
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To be caught in the rain.
To be part of the landslide.
I'll be healing my pain
in the bath of the moonlight.
Once more I am called forth
to the evenings lore to ask:
Oh, to be a child of the light,
and wish not to be freed from the night
I feel the tears forming as I
am asking why?
Somehow, after all this heartache,
I can feel the wind shake.
I can feel the time take,
I'm only beginning
to feel the rain washing me
finally.
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4. |
Nothing Or Divine
03:39
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Staring down
on a west horizon
on Sunday afternoon.
Digging deep
for an explaination
as the darkness
starts to loom
What am I but a thousand faces
encased in layered skins?
What a way to invision meaning!
Oh, what brings me here again?
Mellow mind and the cloudy eyes of decision.
What was once will no longer be confused
with the mo(u)rning light.
I was an ember, baby,
just blown here on the wind,
set ablaze without once regarding
the kindling
But now the rains of a decades mourning
have cleared an angry sky
sweet sensation,
oh, the realization
that I've made it through the night.
But I, still I wonder all the time
is this feeling,
is it nothing or divine?
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5. |
A Moment Measured
04:28
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Summer sold to the 13th
How you crawled in the vents
By the memry we cannot prevent
Now an amber light 'cases
All the visions anew
A moment is measured
By hue
Now the cat's in his cradle
How the vision comes to sting
Some a tidal, some not a thing
Still the hour keeps passing
Still the flowers on bloom
The wickeds worth knowing
When love is a wound.
The echos of embers
Will soften the fall
While finding what's left for us all
Stony stillness still steeping
Still I grapple the words
The keys to the temple are birds
With the will of a winter
I shall spring from the fall
The summers rewired us all
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Awake
04:22
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Son of mine,
there are so many things to say
our time is fleeting.
When the morning comes
I'll pass up through the ceiling
so listen close
I'll try to ease you from this feeling
Never once
did I resolve to make you suffer
all my achings
Though I could not overcome
all of these failings
now a decade on
you find yourself unveiling
a fallacy
That somehow
I'd fit like a puzzle piece
in the outline of a space
that keeps you incomplete
oh my boy,
you were never alone
Tunnel sight
opens clear up to a ceiling.
On the other side
I'm trapped within a feeling.
Never far
but always hardly aware
Holy waters
wash the skin on me;
I feel that I am bleeding
sons and daughters
and the similes
of histories repeating
I am the hand
and the sand slips slowly
Will the sun
cast rays on my porcelain?
What a statue I've become while I've been waiting
for the morning
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7. |
Prophesized
03:34
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The morning comes quietly
It's all but appeared
A thought to a fallen year
When time was stalling star
...When in comes the solar flare
A light on a mirror
I look to different man
Than the one I had feared
Like some kind of fated apple
Picked for prophecy
I picture a different hand
Than what was presented
It brings me a vision of
What once was resented
How fickle a former life
How strange to remain
In the throes of a yesteryears
Familial pain
Did I rise from the scalding ashes
Just to burn the same?
Out of the blue
into a dark dark night
I was a fracture in the light
Taken again
To the place where I'd crawled inside
I can see now ain't no thing was prophesized.
All the time is a lesson learned.
I have seen the other sides
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Joe Summers Escondido, California
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