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The song of war shall echo through our mountains.
- from "Lusitanian War Song" by Thomas Moore
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Rough wind, rough wind, rough wind
For the world's wrong
Wild wind, wild wind, wild wind
Too sad for song
Sad storm, sad storm, sad storm
The tears in vain,
Deep caves, deep caves, deep caves
For the world's wrong
Rough wind, rough wind, rough wind
For the world's wrong
Wild wind, wild wind, wild wind
Too sad for song
-- Based on "A Dirge" by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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The leaf is faded
The birds have ceased to sing
The brook is silent
By the cold, by the cold
Things are not always as they seem
Things are not always as they seem
To be
The outer surface
Only man may see
Summer it sleeps
Beneath the snow
--Based on "The Real" by Joseph Horatio Chant
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The sun has set, and the long grass now
Waves dream in the evening wind
And the bird has flown from that old gray stone
In all land round -- no light, no sound
Til' wind from far away
Comes sighing o'er the healthy sea
-- Based on "The Sun Has Set" by Emily Bronte
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A world of books amid a world of green
Sweet song without, sweet song again within
Flowers in the garden, in the folios too
O happy Bookman, let me live with you
A library in a garden
World's of books in a garden
A library in a garden
Sweet song within
-- Based on "A Library in a Garden" by Richard Le Gallienne
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The days grow shorter
The nights grow longer
And life grows sadder
But love grows stronger
The tear comes quicker
The laugh comes slower
And friends are dearer
As friends are fewer
--Based on "Interlude" by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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20.12.07. Fed Up
03:12
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This shit it really has to end
It's slowly making me insane
We know that there is a big problem
And there is one thing left to blame
Something's got to give -- we know it
Fuck it; hold my beer
Give me the gun
There is no going back to normal
It's sad, but we all know it's true
But pointing fingers might be pointless
Don't worry I've got two; I'll point for you
End this misery -- We need it
Take the garbage out --We have to
Any volunteers -- No takers?
Fuck it; hold my hair
Give me the gun
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Once or twice I'll be nice,
Maybe three
You watch out
Don't look at me
I watch all the TV shows
We all know, just how this goes
You watch out
Don't look at me
Getting closer all the time
Keep your distance; I'll keep mine
You watch out
Don't look at me
Grab my arm in the hallway
Just what the hell you got to say?
You watch out
Please don't touch me
Keep the fuck away from me
Keep the fuck away from me
You had your chance; you wouldn't stop
Not even when I called the cops
You watch out
Don't fuck with me
They'll never find you; I hid you good
A little late, but you understood
You watch out
Don't fuck with me
You watch out
Don't talk to me
You watch out
Don't look at me
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20.12.09. 2020 Ballin
03:42
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Just when you thought it was safe to go outside
You read a Facebook post that said "everyone's died"
Oh well, too bad for them. Guess I'll stay right here
I never liked nature much, guess I'll grab my next beer
Open the Zoom meeting in my PJs
My boss demands we work harder; thank god I'm blazed
Meeting continues. Click mute. Can't see; can't hear
Turn on the TV, then, guess I'll grab my next beer
Needed food; ordered out. This is the best
It's fucking 4pm - I'm not even dressed
I'm getting used to this; please let me stay home
2020 hindsight can wait, I'm on my phone
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20.12.10. The Fear
02:49
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Rocking back and forth can't stop this feeling
Not sure I can stop the panic. Am I dead?
All I gotta do is slow the breathing
This will quickly pass; it's all just in my head
Thinking of solutions all day long
Dig inside my head to find out just what's wrong
Up, down, left and right, triggers are everywhere
Heart thumping out my chest. I give up. I am scared.
It builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and never stops
It grows and grows and grows and grows and grows within our thoughts
Haven't slept for weeks; I'm trapped; it's coming
Thinking left and right escape routes in my head
Found a paper bag, but can't stop wheezing
Life before my eyes; can't shake this mother fucking dread
It builds and builds and builds and builds and builds and never stops
It grows and grows and grows and grows and grows within our thoughts
It lives it lives it lives it lives it lives in many shapes
You run and run and run and run and run, but can't escape
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The stars are spinning their threads,
And the clouds are the dust that flies,
And the suns are weaving them up
For the day when the sleepers arise.
-- From "Dream-Song" by George MacDonald
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I lost a world the other day.
Has anyone found you?
You'll know it by the row of stars
Around its forehead bound.
-- Based on "Lost" by Emily Dickinson
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I years had been from home,
And now before -- now before,
And now before the door,
I dared not open, lest a face
I never saw -- never saw
I never saw before
Stare vacant into mine
And ask my business -- ask my business
and ask my business there.
My business, -- just a life I left,
Was such still dwelling -- was still dwelling,
Was such still dwelling there?
I fumbled at my nerve,
I scanned the windows -- scanned the windows
I scanned the windows near;
The silence like an ocean rolled,
And broke against -- broke against
And broke against my ear.
I laughed a wooden laugh
That I could fear -- I could fear
That I could fear a door,
Who danger and the dead had faced,
But never quaked -- never quaked
But never quaked before.
I fitted to the latch
My hand, with trembling -- with trembling
My hand, with trembling care,
Lest back the awful door should spring,
And leave me standing -- leave me standing
And leave me standing there.
I moved my fingers off
As cautiously -- as cautiously
As cautiously as glass,
And held my ears, and like a thief
Fled gasping from my home
I never saw before.
Based on "Returning" by Emily Dickinson
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Go the fuck to sleep
Won't you go to sleep?
Please, just go to sleep
And never wake up.
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20.12.15. Back Home
02:36
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I am lost - I am lost in a forest
Who knows - who knows the way out?
Who?
I am lost - I am lost in the ocean
Who knows - who knows the way home?
Who?
Don't be afraid of the wolf at your doorway
You'll find your way before night takes you back home
I am lost - I am lost in the tundra
Who knows - who knows the way out?
Who?
I am lost - I am lost in the sky
Who knows - who knows the way home?
Don't be afraid of the wolf at your doorway
You'll find your way before night takes you back home
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20.12.16. Spin
01:58
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Look in the sky, what can I see?
Infinity looking right through me
Feet in the sand, what can I feel?
A childless mother spinning this wheel
Spin, spin, spin, spin...
Swim in the ocean; what do you find?
The tears of mother for the death of our kind
Look to the future; what do you see?
A paradise, without you or me
Spin, spin, spin, spin...
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I got my little junkyard
My own little slice
My treasure trove of goodies
God damn, it looks nice
I got sofas, and chairs
Enough to sit for the rest of my days
Wall to wall furniture
Plenty to spare to make my own maze
I've left my carbon footprint
At least once or twice
I love all my bullshit
So what if it's right?
A flat screen on all the walls
DVDs, stack 'em tall; electronics for days
Appliances, Toaster oven, stove,
and the best microwave
I love my little junkyard
This shit's the fucking best
I love this little junkyard
This shit's the fucking best
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20.12.18. Nothing Left
03:09
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There's just nothing left to say
We're still breathing, but all life is gone
There's just nothing left for us
Just a feeling of things that used to be
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We are falling apart;
Before our very eyes
Oh no!
We are burning to ashes
Crumbling to dust
The end is nigh
Sirens blaring; bombs are rumbling
Women crying; children scream
All a panic; shit hits the fan
The world is ending; time to run
We are falling apart
Before our very eyes
Oh no!
We are burning to ashes
Crumbling to dust
The end is nigh
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20.12.20. Absurdity
02:21
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Falling up; floating down
Left is right; west is east
Absurdity
Poor are rich; weak are strong
Lame can walk and blind can see
It's a dream
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20.12.21. Time Travel
02:58
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If I could time travel
I'd come and visit you
To do the same old shit
We used to do
But, if I could time travel
I would care more
And listen more
To what you say
If I could time travel
I would forget it all
The bad things
That you do
If I could time travel
I would come say "goodbye
Forgive me
I forgive you"
- In memory of Dad
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20.12.22. Bored
02:32
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I keep wondering what's left for me
Nothing else to do that I can see
If time is money, I'm a millionaire
Gawd. I'm bored.
I've watched each and every TV show
Netflix, Disney+, and HBO
There's nothing streaming that I haven't seen
Fuck. I'm bored.
Just when I think I have hit rock bottom
I see something so inspirational
I will get off my ass and do something great
Starting, tomorrow
Until then, back to my video
XBox, PS4, and Nintendo
This shit is boring but it's just temporary
Just wait and see
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20.12.23. Mother
03:39
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Looking down on you
Little bird trying to fly
Wanting to help you
But I have to let you die
It's sad I know, but it's the way
Forgive me, oh please, you have to see
It's not me, it's you who has to save
The weak things in life that cannot be
A scapegoat for all you selfish fools
Blaming your maker for your own mess
Pointing your fingers and making rules
Why you do not have to admit or confess
You are the problem and I am ashamed
Don't call me your mother
Oceans full of tears
Hopeful clouds - what might have been
Sand once brimming with warmth
Now frozen cold
You had your fun; your playing war
Squandered the gifts I left you all
You killed each other and even more
Destroyed your home; still standing tall
Oh, please stop your onslaught on what remains
Your siblings are helpless, have a heart
Just look around you it is insane
She's broken and bruised and falling apart
You killed your maker, her children too
Don't call her your mother
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20.12.24. The Search
01:58
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In my dreams, in my dreams; I can see it
In my thoughts, in my thoughts; I can read it's mind
In my soul, in my soul; I can feel it
In my life, it can never be found
Though I cry and I doubt I will find it
I persevere the unknowing abyss
In my dreams, in my dreams; the search is the journey
In my dreams in my dreams
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Sorry honey, I guess I fucked up Christmas
Here's some money, buy some shit you like
Sorry baby, I guess I fucked up New Years
Promise next time, I'll remember to buy beer
I can only say I'm sorry so many fucking times
I promise I will do better next year; give me one more chance
Sorry
I'm sorry
Sorry darlin'; I blew off your birthday
I drank too much, and I slept in all day long
Sorry sweetie; I missed our anniversary
We'll do something super nice next week
I can only say I'm sorry so many fucking times
I promise I will do better next year; give me one more chance
Sorry
I'm sorry
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The year has been a tedious one--
A round of toil and sorrow,
And, since it now at last is gone,
Say farewell and hail the morrow.
Yet o'er the wreck which time has wrought
A sweet, consoling ray is shimmered--
The one but compensating thought
That life has glimmered.
Struggling with hunger and cold
With bitter contempt we beheld 'er;
The little thing was one year old--
But no one cared had she been elder?
- Based on "The Dying Year" by Eugene Field
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20.12.27. Live the Dream
02:36
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Pour that glass half full
I'm not that thirsty
Leave just one more drop
For the next sucker
Cut above the knee
Elbow down for me
Bloody currency
Live the fucking dream
Hats out; beg for more
Happy what you get
Don't you dare complain
You ungrateful shit
Don't dare help him out
Let the poor boy starve
Chose this for himself
Live this fucking dream
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Won't last the night
Staring in the face of dread
Don't tell our children
Save yourself
Hide your eyes and don't look back
Forget what you can
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20.12.29. Tick Tock
02:01
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Don't look at me like that
That same blank stare again
Spin round
Watch me all of my life
Seen me stumble and fall
Spin round
Tick tock. Tick tock....
Cured my every single wound
Borrowed time; you want it back
Spin round
Wipe that grin off of your face
Swing your axe somewhere else
Spin round
Tick tock. Tick tock....
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20.12.30. Lullaby
03:11
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Little baby in that little tree
Crying softly but not for me
Swinging gently in the blissful wind
Heartless visions of what might have been
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The song of war shall echo through our mountains.
- from "Lusitanian War Song" by Thomas Moore
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