1. |
Gypsy Song
02:05
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Well, I met her on the highway,
Of the Path towards the Soul.
When I left to place my bets against a portion of the whole.
I bred procrastination, in the cul-de-sac of death.
Waiting for the answers, to the questions, I forget.
And I held her hand and danced around,
The ancient sacred fire.
Through oceans of emotions, wrapped in waves, of gold desire.
When messages from angels, come from powder in small bags,
Our dreams can paint the picture, of the lives within our pasts.
So, canopies of nicotine,
Light one more incandescent scene.
As all the cameras flash,
Before the crowd.
Got nothing but a book of songs,
To sing with this old guitar on.
I'm mourning afternoons, before the stars.
And time, a'int, nothing, but a Gypsy in disguise.
She'll wrap you by the heart, and paint a picture, with her eyes.
Masquerade herself, into a portrait of perfection.
Then drag you by the tail, into insidious directions.
So never stop to think, but you should think, twice, you could try -
But I'll be with you in the next life, third eye (I'd),
Watch what you do, 'cause we can see, you -
We don't lie.
No, we don't lie, quite like you.
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2. |
Sanctuary
03:50
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(instrumental)
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3. |
Death Blossoms
03:42
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Do you want to?
It's not like I can't -
I don't want to explain myself, anymore.
I think I lost count -
Somewhere in between,
That desperate four-on-the-floor.
Lassiez-faire.
I care -
But I don't care enough, for you.
Death blossoms,
Like the sun,
Creeps westward.
Lassiez-faire.
I know.
But I don't care enough, to show.
Time withers,
Like the leaves, before the snow.
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4. |
The Cave
04:11
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(instrumental)
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5. |
Atlantean Dub
03:51
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(instrumental)
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6. |
The Inner Chamber
03:38
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(instrumental)
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7. |
Checkerboards
03:59
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Today, I flow -
On what, they used to know.
Irrespective of, intrinsic patterns.
You'll calm me down -
When you, come back around.
If you come back around.
Checkerboards, in my eyes.
Left and right,
Earth and sky.
The equal sides can't hide,
What's in between, the morning light.
Black and white,
Are shades of gray.
We watch them blend,
And fade away.
That which we dream at night, is wider than the, sea.
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8. |
Nephilim
03:18
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She, described to me -
The mysteries, of Love.
The One, that split, to see itself.
Arranged, inside of me.
The Inner Sanctum of,
Alignment through, the Galaxy.
If I held myself -
To the standard of the Gods;
Would I be alone, on my own,
Well, no one knows, oh -
I've got time;
To fabricate, a Grand Design.
So I can open up my eyes,
And I can fly,
I can fly,
I can fly...
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9. |
The Final Hymn
01:28
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(instrumental)
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