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Sources
02:38
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2. |
Pick It Up
05:36
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Frantic Moments, Stolen Time, Regrettable Incident
The wall of expectation inside myself
Can we make it the end or will it land back on the shelf
Life and death struggle to get to the finish
And yet the only one watching is the power of resistance
Pulse of life running through us
Like the leading light that helps me through a dark and dreary night
Energy of existence that keeps me going
Waning fast as we swallow up all that is sustaining
Pattern of expression, a familiar refrain
The only great vernacular I was able to form into coherence
Tension of the moment meant to impart meaning
But the meaning is the scheming and the parting of ways
Release of anxiety meant to express relief
When we no longer can hold on to all these failing beliefs
I move through the crowd with a sense of urgency
Need to make my finish to prove my brilliance
Or am I too dull to be taken seriously
Must overcome diminished expectations
Destined to fail cannot be my destiny
Strive beyond the sword to remove the fear
Of only being so much when I could be so many
If I only I can make it through the thistle in my way
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3. |
Mintons
05:40
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4. |
In Violence
06:39
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Tensions building around the hardened battle lines
Carved out so long ago, violence
You who get up in the morning and hang with us, violence
This hunt is over when the lightning strikes
Hope and pain divide us all the same
Punctuated in the moment we are kicked into overdrive, violence
Driving hard on the trail with hardship
Tired by the dust and bristled by the sun
Suffering the most to usurp the best, violence
Relentless recklessness persists
A vulgar display perpetuating animosity
Perpetuating the spirit of violence
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5. |
Blue Machinery
03:14
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6. |
Other Plans
03:45
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Walking the long way home
On cobbles in the dust of delirium
To watch the sun go down gently and the moon inch away into a sliver
Tracking the past back through the heavens
And never the present to lay to waste in our midst
Other plans in which we cast our blame
And lay our claims on the embodiment of what it is
That which will redeem us from the river
That could overcome us if we submit to the ideals of others
Ways in which to spend our Saturday afternoons
To be groomed for another calling
Not of our making but of another’s expectations
I don’t want it
I will be taking another route
Finding another path away from the prison
At the end of the street block
I will walk past the signs that say walk no further
I will go off the beaten path with my other plans
Not under the thumb of someone so foolish
As to have expectations outside of leaving the victim
To be the victim of chance
Just give it a chance
Other plans
At last a change, a chance to break the mold
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7. |
Spirit Condemned
07:26
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8. |
No Cards On The Farm
07:00
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Angel I thought you wanted some help
Go on and get the carriage wheel fixed
And the boy I will pass the time it takes to get repaired in this saloon
Until temptation from a familiar old world gets the better of me
I tried to settle down but that deck, it was always stacked against me
The well that keeps on wishing for it to rain
Lay fourth the spoils of your labors contentment
Built the burden of a life so full of resentment
But if I just had one more chance
I could draw that winning hand
And instead of settling down merely on this meager land
We can rule the range all the cattle having our brand
Be the masters of the open land and command
It seems better than treading through a poor creatures sand
But my vice is wearing the walls of my heart so thin
That I collapse in the moment when I need to rise again
Take the reins of hope now that the wheel is fixed
And if you play my hand for me we just might win
If you my love can transform my sin into hope
We will be able to harness the rope
And pull in the spoils I had always promised
But could never pretend I could deliver
Inch by inch towards that beautiful spot on the river
It can be ours honey, it can be
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9. |
Cards Dealt
07:49
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11. |
Mystery Lady
03:28
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Believing something that isn’t real
Outward color in the face of rapture
The rock they built science out of
This stone has got a bone with the way your shaman sees things
The miracle that walks the streets that you won’t believe
She moves from room to room not so discrete
But I cannot put my finger on what it is about her
Her elegant dark hair and stunning allure
Makes me not care if I become seduced and caught totally unawares
For although I can feel the fire
I just resist the chance to get burned by her wayward desires
And be caught the fool in her trap
For the elusive chance to have her right here in my lap
The way she makes me feel
The coolness of steel and yet her body heat draws me in
Like we have the potential to make perfect synergy
A common lust as the law binding energy
Or a sad tax on the mind bringing the anguish of injury
The temptations are all to high
And the attraction of separate bodies all too great
To wake from the dream and the darkness still of the night
And here sweet silhouette is cast against the rainy street
But is it an aberration or has she been watching my window
From the adjacent roof top
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12. |
Roadshow Prophet
03:22
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Selling the word, Swindling the populous, Deceiving the devout,
Boisterous Orations, Subtle Bullying
Spiritual renewal as mass conversion from a peasant prophet
Came into the town on the heels of a dream
Words of inspiration reset of your spiritual sense
Making the lesson and word at the peoples expense
Laughing and ridiculing the meager in anticipation of the scheme
Mobile Church as Roving Temple in a Plastic Church Hall
Far-fetched concepts indoctrinating the gullible masses who dream
The cynical taking of the hope of the audience crafted into fire, obscene
The self-appointed shaman of the vulnerable and weak will speak
Leaving just trail of smoke behind for them to rely on
Nothing tangible just the cruel machinations of a wicked facade
Storefront as Church as Temple as Church Hall, Chapter and verse
The old prayers find foreign company in such haunting passages
Turning the holy of holies into a sideshow of the circus
Delivering a messiah who is really a clown in rude clothing
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13. |
Powerful Idiot
05:17
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Oh burning furnace of pain
Your bright burden brilliance has cost us comfort and brought us pain
We may have walked an icy waste praying for a forest to replace a desert
But you followed a mighty scent through the trail to another lost voyage
And found a harbinger of perpetual chaos
Someone to even the score in a world carved out of fear
Seeking to bring you before the mightiest of judges
He has left the impression that the only suffering can come from your flame
Two weeks with no food or water to speak of would be solace
For your bitter heart proof
There is no god damn point in criticizing reactionary things
The golden token of one voice, one choice
The cynical side ways slice of the moment
Considering the cake walk you concocted
Sacrifices must sometimes be made for the sake of the vengeful
Some days you have to give a little more to those who deserve less
But for a powerful idiot the power is always more than deserved
The reaction always far worse than the reactionary
The visionary always be caustic than the vision brought forth in the history
The historian always more corrupt than the truth of actual events
A moron forges a path for fools yet to come
And writes the tone poems for the sentiment
Held so dear by the creatures in fear
Who have not dulled their senses enough with beer
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Returning to this place, the loneliest of places
Where one can be lost in yourself without losing yourself
Introspection of his own behavior in hours of contemplation and practicing the craft
Fearing that the light may never come again
Sorrow over the being passed over yet again
Finding solace on the canvas of life and the unshaped sound of quiet
Gifts found through time and honing a craft by persistent and relentless effort
Yet doubting that he will rise to the moment when the moment needs him the most
Leaving his nights so restless and his days so very full of regret
Darkness in the day and light somehow in the moonless night
Nourishment of the basic need by playing the notes and choosing the moments of impact carefully
Between the quiet lonesome excursions and the somber strolls of a melancholy melody
And the beating of the drums, a march to go forward and carry on
To the intimate conversations of passions plea for understanding and redemption
The words to himself why don’t people try to understand me
The notes he plays to the ghosts why can’t they take me as I’am
Walking carefully throughout the quite house using the void to fill his frustrations
To vent about being treated so very unfairly
Perhaps he can trap a bit of this sorrows energy
Trying to distill the positive and break away from all the negativity
Higher purpose and deeper meaning must come from his toiling
Not the cheap surrender to the fleeting marketplace or the fickle female
A bride may simply never come to the artist who has to continue to believe he is one
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15. |
Burn The Wire
06:43
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Burn the wire
At the front of a stone age stage show
Finding a way through the weightless wanderings
Losing control in hapless hauntings
Should have known getting on with life in theatre would be this daunting
It only spoke to me when drama became dharma
Made a shrine to the making of a scene
And thought I could glean some reason of season from my past
Through the creative energy of performance art
Instead in proved to be the star of all my troubles
And from there I burst the bubbles of my ladies who wanted a hero
Where a pedestal had merely been placed underneath an irresponsible upstart
To chart the meteoric rise of my all too not so private lives
Would have been a task insurmountable in itself
So glad I left my heart and wallet on the shelf
It would have proved too costly a wager to have
And the moments so awkward I could not savor
As my business was extricating myself from one lonely heart into another
I quietly waited before they became sheep to bring lambs to the slaughter
I made my exit stage left on the final night
And disappeared down the dark alley way
Leaving the broken hearts for another dynamo
To bring his bravado to still this show
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16. |
To A New Home
06:28
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Change of location from home to the far and wide
In search of something new to carve a life from
A tribe of travelers bound by a need to flee
Out a brave new world provided those who join have it to match
The wilderness is sanctuary and isolation for the beleaguered mass
A place emerging from the unknown and foreboding land
Destination the aim or purpose for a brand new start
Somewhere for shelter from the elements from all around
Response to stimuli thrown at you quickly
Have to think fast in a realm that only leaves with guesses
Creating the way of working as part of a new tool kit
Walking the very fault line of invention where no one has ventured
All new things to broaden one’s horizons
We share in this drink together to quench the thirst for the new
Forged through common cause and adversity
Moving forward and rising above
Working hard to acquire a skill
Individual development to make your mark
Redeeming personality to carve out your niche
Conscience changes you into a brand new kid
Through years of struggle
Autonomy to make or break success riding high
Experience the what it is what we do
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Feeling anxious, Feeling lonely, Feeling isolated, Distracted, Hurting
Alienation, Disillusion, Comfort juxtaposed with Discomfort
Absent feeling, Looking blankly
Diversionary Tactics, Outside Element, False Impression, Unwanted Attention
Emotional scars from years of torment
Trauma of the mind from hurtful things done and said
Fighting off the provocateur who wants to make you the enemy
Those appointed by position and standing through avarice
Narcissism of the moment for instant gratification
Of being unwanted by your childhood peers
Repentance of going against the conformist trend
Escape from peoples bullshit
Sacrificing pleasures that bring you contentment
Away from society at large
Unwanted by a public of the mainstream movers and shakers
Outcast of the world that pulls the switches
Fleeing from your place of origination
The world you know through thick and thin
Banishment from your next of kin
Shunned by the public, the judge, jury, and executioner
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18. |
Best Not Wake Him
05:12
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19. |
Old Friends
09:45
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Believing in who we really are
Sanctuary from the nay sayers, the passerbys in cars
Speaking, Connecting instantly
Reliable confidence, Familiar voice, Inherit Sense
Like family from the years of being connected
Horizons and an experience that runs so deep
Sympathy when needed the most in times of personal turmoil
Somewhere to go when the wheels come off a car painted the color of an elusive rainbow
Empathy of the highest quality cultivated through the years
Never running from the sun and embracing all those old fears
That we came across long ago when we were too young to know
Brutal honesty from having your best interest
As compensation for returning every favor
Understanding all too well at every moment
Even the ones that pain us to much to go there
When life is getting you down
There is room to let go in this faith
Fulfillment of being connected by the familiar and the trusted
Not thrusted to the cruel side of this world
Trust unrivaled by relentless defense and consistent devotion
Independent of judgment when all have discarded you and judged you
Open to all that is said when objectivity is key
About the wrongs of the past through guilt and redemption
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20. |
Song For Todd
02:11
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Christopher Nollett Lincoln, Nebraska
I started playing guitar at age 13 which got the ball rolling with music as a creative endeavor. There is a wealth of respected musicians cultivating appreciations of established work and things derived from such, my current interest is in advancing my guitar work, developing my drumming, and continued work on crafting textures with synthesizers to expand rhythmic and harmonic possibilities. ... more
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