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Scattered Resistance v2 - Inversion Promised

by Wetdryvac's Lair

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1.
Stzar 00:46
Stzar January 7, 1991 drinking from a bottle at the center of the table is a person of the most exotic feeling from the quotes about the muffins I think it's bran that he puts in 'em to the slightly folded napkin in the myriad mental corridors he's sane but when he's home how do we know he does not thrash about and sacrifice his pets with knives dear Tim, you're most devout this may seem vibrant fancy a wild fleeting vision of things that simply are not truly there but I look again, and stop to think I do not want to know
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In the Aftermath January 18, 1991 through the window, through the clouds a spark of blue every moment growing fainter clouds of black, not white obscure on the highways there are tires burning from slagged cars still littering the way fireballs of hot red orange memories to the sky in the shelters food runs low but we cannot go outside the air is bad, the water tainted with the blood of our dead and the poisons of man by a farmhouse in the country gutted cattle fill the fields soldiers decked in masks for breathing haul off the meat for testing in hopes it may still be food to the family of this old farmstead little respect is paid Devon, in his new gear comments as he tips on off the porch into a waiting trench the gasses took them in the first assault and maybe the breakdown time is enough and their meat will be clean no sorrow given, just happenstance within these fields of death sorrow well sown the death has become common no surprise as it takes so many of us before it moves quietly one into unfeeling that the meat was tainted I think but I'll be glad to go
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Waiting for the Next Time January 18, 1991 to war we go again it seems that the razor's edge of the sword is drawn to come crashing down on the enemy we create and our own our children in the battles destroyed perhaps are they in pain perhaps or gone never to be seen again as those in flames cannot deepen their roots see, we have changed our path turned back from pride and we don't even bother to hate them any more whatever it was we saw in their eyes when we last took time to look our kids committed suicide but the battle just happens these days no passion, just kill and make and go
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Purring Tabby January 21, 1991 of the cat this I say what harm can be done by her with warmth she stays with care she cares with love she loves independence always served the cat but given choice she often stays for company and loved will often stay as friend
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The Real Meaning January 21, 1991 life it seems has no real meaning to me or any other when spliced the way it's viewed with anger or with sloth there is no answer and love is ever answered by death all cared for is eliminated by conflict by owner by careless kind even by self never to have loved is no great thing never loved - never lost for the care applied to friend is to allow hurt in the possession of care for trust is hard to find after death what is left, memory of the loved no comfort sharing pared down trust lacking yet in the end what use is the life we have but to make life better other and self ending trust or loose even ourselves
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Here Behind My Mask January 22, 1991 I can't see you through this mask before my eyes its colors and its reasons hide me away inside sitting in this darkness I can't see how you view me but what you see ain't really me so I don't really mind you note this blank and staring face gaze at you from the crowd my thoughts within are not displayed - I'm safe in here you know
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Stasis 00:37
Stasis February 5, 1991 oh I'm screaming dreaming falling through the spaces in my mind by the vision left to me from times history tells its tales and night time pays its dues trees bow down when the wind blows and I feel that I must too the past, the past is coming to take away our vision time folds in upon itself - how do we go when it takes it to its grave with it?
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Disassociation February 5, 1991 the mirror before me tells its lies warped as time it can't reflect me cannot change my mind show me truth in what is there still - I look at its bent reflection learning nothing unable to turn away
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Starsong 05:39
Starsong January 22, 1991 I - birth remember oh so long ago a time when you were young dreams of the future batting about you all the time looking forward to things you knew must come you thought you'd like to look out among the stars to travel there one day and join with the song you were sure they sang how wonderful it would be to migrate out into night's vast melody once you found it, so you swore you'd bring it back with you to earth introduce it to the world's listening ear perhaps you wanted them to understand- the joys of the child are not so easily lost perhaps all that really mattered was the aspect of dream you thought you might like to swim out into the night out over your head, just a little adventure to find what it might be like as one of the deepened though all you ever found was water and black pitch water, friend to all the world's children until the joy of kicking passes as they drown II - knowledge they, universal them you recall they took you to a large dark building painted in the dull concrete greys of a prison here you spent your years, learning the joys of verse the song of the stars solidifying your conscience expressed in countless ways of music less cold equations of the mind in where the numbers lie hidden you lived as the people in this prison, loved prison by care alone, to those uncaring alone an endless joy to you, loving without moderation every turn something new all different expressions of the melody harmonizing along the way you lent yourself to those fallen, eating dust and delusion helped no few to rise, learn the song for the song was the way, clear, true on the final day you left the prison, swathed black respect for the fallen, showing you had won compliments were thrown your way from the crowd catching you sleeve, head of all you believed in and you had never forgotten you had learned from the stars out into the world just another adventurer with others to share what they knew it seemed - you could never run astray III - death march as the years passed you looked about you but it seemed the song was fading throughout the world wherever you listened there was discord in the melody arpeggios of reality and reason sprung more loosely flying out of tune you looked out through the increasing chaos in search of that which you knew must remain true but even you fell to the anger and fear that grew up everywhere you watched the nerve gas canisters carried out in mottled olive trucks to the gardens spreading devastation to all caught in the storm caught an afterimage of the first atomic bomb and listened as the snap of the melody wrenched free sudden crossover in hometown Hiroshima where the buildings shattered running after, like glass the panzers and the tigers have crept out across the trenches the waves of human figures in the charge were first to go- and you had to watch them as they went tangling themselves in the spliced cables of mines bursting apart as easily as jewel weed's seed the friends who stood with you rot intellect reduced to meat there is no harmony to the song now just low dirge with promise of more to come the song you believed in has left open only torment chords improperly structured, notes far from key music you once knew given way to wails and you watch the cold star's glare close in who could withstand such a thing- the disillusion of a dream of years peace you sought without empty, breakdown completed beside the thought you tried, a headstone this and shallow grave mayhap will be your last mark as you walk through the fields amongst the broken dead you are defeated for it seems there is nothing more to say- walking out through the annihilated land you begin looking for your grave IV - Awakening in place of grave you find a child out along the river side examining the dead smiling and closing eyes, apologizing to each one as he takes what he needs from each, souvenirs and you have a fleeting vision of staring at the stars you could swear to having heard voices raised in rhythm remembering, so clear, one small stage of the song that the pattern repeated everything bubbling through water well above your head how akin to drowning, approaching the child
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Early Midnight Vision February 4, 1991 tell ya that I'm running from the hidden hand shadow with this darkness just another in the land take away my shadow by putting out the sun the lovers and the loosers join together! sleeping with the deadwood amongst the burned and fallen trees running through the ashes that are rising on the breeze fires in the embers forest's on its knees we've got to face the darkness out an end to this disease come, over here is light I have not found the fire but I believe... and so when the night fell out of the darkness came the shadows to feed upon the land- in place of rising sun today they say the end has come
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Getting it Together February 5, 1991 if my friend you rise, and if you find the sky will you stand up in the lackingness will you look into the empty until you see if you can't stand shadows does this mean... you can't stand light 'cause I really have to know have you ever stood where the wind can't blow where the stars are gone where blackness rules a fetid sky have you ever gone down underground to kill the source of hate have you ever wondered just what it was what took away your light?
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Goodbye 00:38
Goodbye February 8, 1991 in the cellar I slept through the night I hoped the hammer would not fall morning came and from the sky I thought of all I saw of the screaming I heard maybe it is good I could not live forever for walking on glass can feel like hell and reflections sting the eyes it seems no matter when we live we die fool to think this would change
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Essence 00:53
Essence 1990 the wind is blowing round the corner time is turning, turning round pasts now gather in cold courtyards the dead arise to greet the night twilight dwindles, plunges downward a taste of blood to start the fall mankind's terror growing stronger wings of night, the fates' last weapon stars are shining needles come of breath of death of cold friends, family against you each point of reason put to flight brother mine hath brought the end on on to bring the fall of night in graveyards stones are turning in crypts bodies crawl darkness reaper calls for something sweet like blood, like knife
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To Fill The Empty Spaces February 18, 1991 to fill the spaces damn I have no plan I can't find no words that rhyme no part of this has the rhythm I seek no dance no song completes the page in comfort enough then let it end so
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The Broken One February 13, 1991 rain is stirring up the ashes littered on the city street washing slurry down gutters filling the sewers of the city dreams and ancient magazines float out among this rubble bits of life and trash and toys diseases from the slums wasteland of the homeless, the possessed and soon forgotten terror of the jungle from this steel haze and smoke- from this jumble rises the last of man's great sufferings last because this one signs his ending from the twisted alleyways where fear has ever mingled with the screams of dreaming broken souls- the wails of the hungry the kids who eat from garbage cans- here from in man's haunted relics with his shattered doves and melted hawks charred bits of birds of war death's head rises to answer calls of man's last great creation the germ fit so secure in phials silver and gold to its creators no more magic fairy rings for you my wanting child- just endless dreams and agonies, and tell me is it real- I'm sorry they burned your fairy land your paper doves and such but to this end your hapless cries reached only dirt virus free from heart of ice
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Over the Asparagus February 20, 1991 at dinner that night I could see in his face the death of his children his foes - his dreams in the mighty blast echoing from long ago we noted only future troubles and change elimination by motion of things aged uncomfortably facing a reality in which past had no place when we'd moved back to change our creation what damage we'd caused had brought on this fate to note we were not we - nor survivors our kind eternally
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Ever Victorious February 18, 1991 don't cry baby when I tell you that it's all true that the Lenins and the Ghandis will all die someday please don't weep when I tell you that the music's gone 'cause I know that when you face it when you get yourself down against the wall and listen to the sounds you find that combinations and certain personalities will shine out from the plaster and all those moving clouds don't cry- when you find that all the sun's obscured and the cars out on the highways are driving into brick walls try to hold out through the sound effects of those slow-mo motion pictures, try your hand at beating up your heart against the fall have the nerve to be the chosen one the next one in the line now called show the world you dare to be, the next the answer to the pall bearer's brigade so when you meet the sniper's bullet I didn't say you wouldn't fall I didn't say it wouldn't hurt, it hurts to be the chosen one it hurts to face the firing line and if you have to give your life sometimes to toe the line or simply fall but you know there must be a chosen a leader as they say of leaders join yourself in this chance to be alive this dance, this dream, this hear my call take your place to make a sun to make a life, a voice a fall
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Let's Face the Fire February 20, 1991 get out the lead cries your god of war the fire is spreading and what shall you do? as a child at home in these broken homes I found this casing in the yard, pretty, silver thinking a gift I picked it up with both hands present for my parents, tired, working- the fireball scattered me in pieces I never knew what I had done get out the lead we must face the fire so commands your god of war- well I faced the fire and see here, see here to bring my mother this piece of fancy scrap in the end I found myself dead no reason for placing me up in the sky I wasn't the one who'd been killing people simply followed a shine and moved away and where are all the little children playing in mine fields at their games of cleaning and where are all the bloody soldiers what placed in my drive this excrement of hell? I suppose looking back I shouldn't fault them doing their jobs they were, duty bound but as I watched the planes fly over pouring out their smoke I knew not which were on my side I know they meant nothing for me that they'd sorrow my passing if the knew- but mother's in tears and there's blood all down the drive unthinking actions and thinking duty may well be blind like love and forgiveness hardest, hardest of all
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No Need No More February 25, 1995 take me to the nearest mountain where the sun will shine all day and tell me that those fears you have will never go away - don't try to fill my life with darkness I'm busy laughing it away don't try to tell me the sky will fall I'll be happy anyway when you try to live a life of fear you may find that it will never work when you look upon this world of wonder seeing sunshine after dark - so join up with the laughter become another with the land stand out in the sun and wind 'cause there's still wonder in the land come away with me my love and let's go see the world let's find out where the magic is and face the sunrise hand in hand
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Small Dog in Search of God February 25, 1991 tell me little dog have you found your god - have you found your freedom from the collar and the leash - I know you dream of running out in open fields - are you chasing after rabbits when you whimper in your sleep or do they come for you - so tell me little puppy when you wake did you dream of freedom - did you find your god -
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Frozen In 01:08
Frozen In March 6, 1991 the flame my friend is everlasting bound to us with power the force that moves the life we live by dawn and night enchanted in this dream of life, what fears we lead ruling ourselves with terror and each of us behind our masks how dare we think to answer - go forth with joy, with love my friend give yourself to all so the promise breaks and there is pain - take the hands of those you hold dear and make some light to see in the end we all must die but while we live let's have a game to be remembered through the years and while we live let's set ablaze our fears and that which brings endings and to this end let's never sorrow the life we lived was filled with joy death is but a narrow passage and it is in the night we fly so spread your wings in turn of phase - we cannot know light unless darkness is accepted be not death's toy
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Letter From the Dead March 11, 1991 oh so tired and full of sleep I cast to rest my weary head I found my place in hallowed ground with a headstone to mark my resting place so to the world do not sorrow I've lied and gone to sleep perhaps on the seventh hundred year I'll wake to a world of peace
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Suicide 01:07
Suicide March 15, 1991 he read the warning on the bottle read it twice to make quite sure overdose can lead to death then once again for luck he popped some pills and looked about him bits of life scattered round his bed but he had made his final choices life no longer held a way for him the records on the shelf were old listening to them older boredom and becoming they found him in the bedroom wrapped up in silken luxury a question on his face he read the warning on the bottle three times for luck before he sent himself away so he could change his progression and as he went, he posed his god a question why did I live - but I don't think he got an answer in giving up there exists no reposed form what answers death's conceit
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Love's Passing March 15, 1991 as I look out over this cold grave I see your face and wonder why did you go when there was so much left that you had to do why did you leave me behind I've screamed at god told it to tell me the reason but I get no answer I've screamed at the mountains but all I hear is the rain falling and falling and why when I loved the world so much could it take away your love leaving only shame what a place, what a place this is that will tear apart our souls could it be that the end is a stone
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Cold Soldier 00:46
Cold Soldier March 17, 1991 old man where are you going? to heaven? to seek the light? do you want a place to rest - a pillow of stone to hold your weary head? old man why do you tremble so? is it so cold you cannot sleep? old man why did you close your eyes? your last story meant nothing to me you have yet to teach me how to live where has your spirit gone? will I see you again in this cold world? old man where did you go?
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Butcher Butcher! March 14, 1991 he woke up in the evening as was normal for his days found that in his sleep the world had changed peace had come out of work - he struck forth finding country upon country thirsting for vengeance found an angry people brought hate to their lives in the morning of his new day skies burned bloody red hands hidden blackened buildings suicide bombs some said people rose from the wasteland calling for counterkilling and killing came make work and work will breed in death his joy was sure employed, all he needed out of the madness of his sleepless world a man rose speaking peace once more died and another filled his place and another each killing martyrs gaining sway with a people gradually sickening of death
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Giving Up 00:30
Giving Up March 23, 1991 I looked and saw truth it is but a fantasy you can pretend to live but all you can ever do is come to an end no jewels no matter what you own claiming to live success but all along the way you die piece by piece all I can say is set me free from this game
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One Way to Go April 14, 1991 here I sit beneath the willow weeping as the rain is falling why is it that this old willow weeps? I look out between the branches to see a field washed in thunder grey clouds raining poisoned raindrops- feed this tree of pain the old black willow cries in anguish we all need the rain they say but what is falling ain't the rain friend perhaps it's death on this steel grey day could be the poison in the water burns my eyes as I look to the sky might be the fog of war does more than block the light tonight twilight's fallen where's tomorrow? the willow only knows its pain the blisters on my hands grow slowly skin crawling off my back cold, it's cold on the horizon and the willow's weeping next to me I raise my head to taste the raindrops seems I'll go out with the rain
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Stillborn 00:24
Stillborn April 6, 1991 try to find by searching for your soul try to hide turn out the light bury yourself in the sickening shadows close your eyes you can never sleep count to the darkness every woe every sadness and die before you allow yourself birth
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To Dream 00:28
To Dream? April 16, 1991 when my eyes close to sleep and I wrap my dreams about my head I notice second thoughts cascading images flash before my weary eyes no matter they are closed have I done right today by you by all today is this weary worker done?
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Silent 00:40
Silent April 26, 1991 listen something in the night is calling a dream of silence waiting for the coming dawn and in the interim I wait resting in the silence that is song darkened hills and shrouded mood will light my way tonight the darkness holds no secrets to those who forsake strife and with the coming dawn I walk- drifting another with the drifting clouds I think that's what I'll choose to be a single note a shrouded thought under open sky
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The Coming of the Second Sun April 30, 1991 cover the sky - make it dark - the more to see the fires burning who's fires these? our own - you see? the world we lived in up in flames who's fault? our own who's warnings? some - but they... like us set with the sun sunrise, she said? I remember once before the cold that there were fires cities burning and as a child I looked on from in my bunker I think it was I saw the rise of the second sun before the cold set in
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Second Term 01:17
Second Term May 6, 1991 another banner a flag to follow a speech, a song, an almost voice I once would rise to follow you but now I sit watching as you gather your masses waiting with scorn when you started, I believed all you said was right no more fighting, no more war no more killing in the night where are you now my leader it's time to pay the bill the grand story has come to pass replotted the cleansing continues every day and what you said won't change this action now your people cry - but back and blind eye hide behind famous words ripped from a speech writer long dead the gangs grow braver kill in daylight no one's safe at home those you swore to fight break down our doors where, sir, is your sword? set beside your close praying eyes? in your sitting time a million died while you preached mantra save our city save our city sage
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Privacy 00:36
Privacy May 7, 1991 what life, what sound I hear another camera in my hall what life when all I do entertains you talk away my privacy but no matter how you pry I will ask to keep my soul making this me will never let you in the public I suppose has the right to know limited per decency and no more
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Widow's Word 00:15
Widow's Word May 7, 1991 what talk is this of fear of death when all is peace in the setting sun I cannot see for crying
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Life's Side 01:03
Life's Side May 7, 1991 in a puddle floating lie the faces your life remembers glistening behind the sheen of blood they should not have left you with the razor hid behind your frightened back false laugh upon your face you walked to the mirror if only for a moment to see a familiar face and then you turned away from both the mirror and life which flowed away like water to leave only the shell some will say that should only the shell have existed life - as it was to you - remains an empty husk when not a tear is left close not your eyes in torpor but escape - I go on to a better place than this cold world - was not this when a world grows cold you could well have tried fire and when the torpor set in like ice you could have found another way besides to hide your breath
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Home Again 00:21
Home Again May 8, 1991 look mother what can I do I cannot cry no more nor feel pain nor trust once more they left me in a covered hole years mother - and praying did nothing for me
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Flander's Fields May 10, 1991 carry a flower in your hand a single yellow rose for goodbye - walk softly who knows what watches? go, past each stone, and read the words at one, a silver grey of granite with the inscription sometimes he smelled the flowers but then one ate him - set the rose
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The Small Years May 10, 1991 good night, sleep tight never let your dreams gain hold the ones you've had of late are grand but they obscure your real thoughts the grandiose visions of the dreamer cross your mind like morning clouds and within your vision you laugh at the danger in the world of the night thief control of dream means control of mind or so it seemed at the time of rising only troubles lay in the set of the rising and the fact that the day remains hidden once awakened the danger would slip from your mind for a while leaving just a tinge- of fear perhaps that the dreams you dream are more real than you the question you faced was this were you dreaming your dreams or were you dreamed and should the dreamer awake would you still be? don't go little dreamer of the silver dream your heart is beating faster than the caged bird throwing itself against window and wall you must hold strong and never give in to the shadow of a doubt that you are really there who took your world, dreamer? those landscapes true only inside who would dare interrupt the musings of a child? remember dreamer don't throw yourself on reality's walls too hard lest you end as a broken bird dreamer you are grown now you have to face the ideal because if you don not exist tell me, who's thoughts are these wake from your life if you must over terror that fills you and leave enlightened dreamer, I know you are not blind dreamer now though you still dream I see you use your dreams as tools without them using you but you dare not close them out completely because to forget dreaming is worse than being dreamed and eliminates you
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And They Would Kill Them All May 11, 1991 and I heard them say run ya little bastard, run we've got the hanging noose come back here, coon y'all might be jewish too lesser animal thing - little not us we don't allow your kind round here they claimed it was a party that they should be inviolate in their decision that one needed killing - we got ya now higher, higher no tears, bitch -
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Victory 00:39
Victory June 1, 1991 lying in the bed she was dying - yet still she had to tell me her latest dirty joke a person of light the sort not often met yet what is there to say - death always has the final word perhaps it's just a passing one form to the next or this form to an end when all in life is given she showed me something left in memory I recall a spirit that dead would never die again though the body had no more even in death you won a space of light
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This, This One May 20, 1991 I found as I looked that there were none left all of those I knew were gone and the silence of the world had started to close in so I went to my home, listened to a few of my favorite songs and sitting in the darkness thought there was little else to do time to move on I opened the curtains to look out to see a clear blue sky and hot sun to find a peace in the fields I once knew but all remained as memory in that blue light not all the sun in the field changing circumstance what is a beautiful song a day of wonder - when you cannot recall the last time you shared memories can mean nothing and the dream dies well - I've heard said that with life there is hope but the reverse seems true as well that without hope there can be little life so I remain in question migration left as the thing to do I closed myself in my room for a day let the light pass without opening my eyes could there be nothing left, or had I simply misplaced it all I read a book but when my mouth turned up to laugh I made no sound I must go out when I find the will but faceless at the thought I turn away remain hidden in my room what if they laughed could I even remember to hurt? take a bow they say, and exit softly from the stage - just passing time and waiting for the scene I am to change
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Before I Grow Old June 1, 1991 I see a sky of misty grey a mirror without reflection I see my friends fall by the way into past without firm meaning when young I thought I'd live forever ironic that I see I have but what's the joy to this endless life when those you most remember fell behind immortality? no - I could never face it without the ones I'd loved no one to turn to I'd fall I watch the years flow by like ice grey beyond all meaning and I wonder did I see it all is this track repeating? so I look ahead from childhood into a cold grey sky I see a death in life for me when all the rest are moved away I see a sky of misty grey a mirror without reflection if this is how life means to be I mean to die before the cold
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Come What May March 1990 come my friend who are you not the one I know back then you could witness no harm - now you smile when the knife turns
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Bones of Clay May 21, 1991 they tell me I should save my soul repent, oh sinner repent - repent - but I just laugh and tell them I'll live my life and die in time I'll leave behind my bones so why repent what I've not done when I have done to my intent? I'll sing a song for you, if you like and you can sing along the only corpse I wish to leave is one to help the flowers grow the only time I wish to pray is when I write the words if you say this leads a bad life maybe to me it felt most right so when the hang man comes for me I'll face him without fear I have done as best I can by my design, no less I listened to your words my preacher but bowed not down as you'd suggest my thanks to all your good concern but my thoughts struck me as true I do not claim that you were wrong but here my song will do
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The Silent Sounds of Night June 22, 1991 thought I heard you voice last night I don't know what you said a snatch of song within my dream are you talking in my head thought I heard you crying I don't know what about you're too far away to tell me but there must be some way out tell me was I dreaming or had I come awake in bed is that really you who's calling or someone else long dead in this crazy cosmic dreamland I don't know where you belong I know you lived ten years ago but still I hear your song and if I ever miss a beat how can I sleep how dare I dream when I hear your call I'm going gone- too late your song- is spinning round my head I lie awake in bed tonight god knows what I might hear but I take some little comfort suspecting that you're near
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Jumping the Wall I March 24, 1991 ever man will love a wall within the mind around the home and every man a wall will build to save their sanity who can give without reserve and who will fight and who will harm and who will tear the battlements down to see who lies within and every man will hide his wall behind a false facade and not a man will turn to give that within away who really lives within these walls who screams in pain who laughs aloud and who breaks down when we look away who will stay alone I thought I saw a man give up wall so high I saw no home he tried to hide away from neighbors away from things away from nothing and Tuesday he went and shot himself I saw him took away I tried to step outside my home to show me who I was but the wall followed and those around me when I moved they ran the hell away
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Jumping the Wall (2) March 29, 1991 and with the silent sounds of thunder of the lightning in the eyes lies the weakness lies the oneness lies the strength to stand alone of you want to be a tower hold yourself up high be a pillar or a statue have your features cast in stone but know a tower knows not love and never touches top to ground so think choose not just yet a love can also be a stone to build a trust a bond, no fear a tower built up inside out can still bow down
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After the Fact July 12, 1991 god only knows what's just begun I see my life set low beneath a bloody sun I lit the match what have I done now there's nothing left no more to greet the dawn I look out from this old cell my chair pressed hard against my back out over the coals that are my world refrain my friend? the only choice they had I fear that they were right lock me away from coming night it's cold in here but look outside and see the heat waves make things flicker from before my eyes the dance is done my friends alone or dead and gone the dance is done it's not over til it's over but it's clearly now begun the more fool I could be I stared too long into the sun a god I thought I had become but all I rule are graves and ashes who will listen to an old man's ravings who will listen to my weeping - done and done and done refrain? I fall to the concrete floor but no one comes what's done is done the more fool I a war worse won no more the sun god only knows what's just begun
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Writing 00:23
Writing July 1991 sometimes what you say is more important than the rhythm but clearly- playing with the words is fun get your point of view across I don't care how you do but if you make it hunger thus the second step comes clear
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Living For The Moment August 9, 1991 I am just an old man sitting in my coffin waiting for the end to come been a good life slow- but over- can't wait to start again I am just a new boy waiting for my moment see the world again make new friends I wait- the cycle comes again I am just a wanderer looking for some love to give working through my middle years no fear- the wonder's everlasting and the wheel rolls around again if I look at you and laugh laugh back - it might be true I'm living for the moment flame in vacuum- if I go now think of flowers the laughter and the love remain
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Recess of the Mind August 9, 1991 I'll sit in my corner writing go away I like my thoughts despite their hurting and I hear better here leave me while I sit no light I like the dark for slow thoughts come better here morbidity a sanctuary? nothing bad can happen so let me hide away

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