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Parabola
03:02
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Walking ain't the same I stay blind,
Thinking about your journey, in your gaze I'm paralyzed
The lamps throw orange glow, on the sidewalks of charcoal...
I question every breeze and every sigh.
Thunder in the background is a spectre of the night,
And the hands that I keep holding, is a moment I can fold into...
Parabola,
As I go up the fall...
Is surely to come, and I'll come undone...
On the downhill
Parallax behind,
and forward while the world unwinds,
and drift into hazy dreams and whispers of a carbon copy romance...
Talking to the same young neophytes,
Hoping for some wisdom in the shade of paradise,
And the hands that I keep holding end up fading into residue...
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2. |
Patina
02:28
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I've got nothing much to say,
I just keep getting in my way...
'Cuz there's a deep forest between us,
And something get's lost in the shade...
Silent treatment is fine,
I deserve it most of the time,
We can both be a like church with patina,
Weather but still engaged, with the divine...
So I'll open my ears, I'll stand right here,
To here you relay in your dutiful way
How the trees...
Obscure our wants...
How our beliefs...
Never cease to haunt, our every charade...
But I got nothing to say I keep getting in my way.
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3. |
Manic Room
03:19
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How do I stop here and recognize,
All of the beauty in the color and lights?
Walls of acrylic, and those thick silhouettes,
Of the people you know, of the friends you forget...
It's a cynical mob ambling out there,
But in these four walls is a prism where...
All of our demons vanish into the air,
Yeah we really do care...
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4. |
Antebellum
03:13
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Hidden away...
In a valley of sage and snow,
We lived like we did...
One thousand years ago
My mother a nurse..
My father a shaman who..
Fell in love with her...
'Cuz she was the only one who knew
Time is short,
There are murmurs we are for nought...
The sky will gently turn to gray,
and no prayer can bring it back...
My man is alive...
Only because they caught him at night,
This village of mine,
It has no reason...now it has no rhyme
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5. |
Laiala
03:16
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It is getting dark,
But it ain't even night,
She is hiding in,
A basket to keep quiet,
Is this the price she pays,
For speaking her mind?
Seemingly harmless,
But a fire burns inside...
Laiala!!
You should have stayed a pretty face,
'Cuz this is really no place for a girl like you..
Wishing you could sleep,
with both eyes open...for once...
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6. |
Crestfallen
03:51
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This is a wreck that you're staring at...
I'm the wandering ghost.
I know you can see right through me....
Naked as the day I was born.
And there lies...in a wooden box,
A still heart that once went on and on....
I'm transparent only...
Because I'm week to emerge from these fallen...
Crestfallen arms...
Crestfallen answers...
A pedestal I will put you on,
But you deserve a king,
I'm a ship in a deep green sea...
Stuck in a moss of atrophy...
And there lies...
an anchor that would steady any waves that come on and on...
You're a sea shell...
where I hear the melodies that once kept me warm,
But now I am tied and deep into these fallen...
Crestfallen arms...
Crestfallen answers...
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7. |
Hinged On Love
02:15
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It's not a wave
It's not a door
The path's wide open to explore
A thing leads to another and you blink one too many time
And an instance she is all you desire...
You've said too much,
She is there because,
The answer's floating so precarious...
Lay it on the table,
Just be open and see,
Because a happiness hinged on love...
Is a misery...
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8. |
Charlie
03:15
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And he's not present he's floating in status
She opened up herself to his embraces
But she's not up for moving forward
And he loves her too much to refuse her
He loves her too much and time will heal her
She's floating also on a love not given,
But she made a promise, he must be forgiven,
She spent the better part of her afternoon,
Writing a lengthy letter,
Hope he will get her...
Charlie get home,
Charlie get home,
Charlie get whole again.
I know I let you down,
You know you let this go wrong...
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And he's not sure of himself
But he's finally invested,
But is the story gone now...
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9. |
Parabola II
04:16
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Walking ain't the same I stay blind,
Thinking about your journey, in your gaze I'm paralyzed
The lamps throw orange glow, on the sidewalks of charcoal...
I question every breeze and every sigh.
Thunder in the background is a spectre of the night,
And the hands that I keep holding, is a moment I can fold into...
Parabola,
As I go up the fall...
Is surely to come, and I'll come undone...
On the downhill
Parallax behind,
and forward while the world unwinds,
and drift into hazy dreams and whispers of a carbon copy romance...
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Amartiai Dallas, Texas
Hailing from Dallas via Mumbai, India and Muscat, Oman, Amartiai writes about trying to belong, love, and create something to be remembered by.
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