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The Night Whispers
06:35
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The night whispers
As we lie
Seeking repose in moribund visions
What murmurs are these, that wail and cry?
The symphonies of heroic deeds
Or the shuffles of feeble greed?
A thousand dimly lit lampshades
A million flights from the masquerade
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2. |
Old Wind
05:23
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Old winds blew
Murmuring through the leaves
Cold winds knew
Morning and eve
A frantic calm descends
To folly’s phantasmic realm
Perhaps it soon ends
Prosperity at the helm
The new wind’s rustle
Is heard in mountains far
But now these shores in stillness tell
Of images that are
Shall dreams and youthful visions
These pictures break and mar?
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3. |
To Fade
09:53
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I fade
Into
The wind
The earth
Gray sun
Dim night
Rising to
Fall again
In these walls where
Nothing is the
Boundaries are limitless (Nothingness is closing in)
Howling silence
Calls to me
This blank sky
Contemptuously mocking
Is but a great canvas
In ruins shall I wander
A godless pilgrimage
Into the gray I fade
I fade
Into
The wind
The earth
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4. |
The Enemy
06:04
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[Lyrics from "L'Ennemi" by Charles Baudelaire]
My youthful years were little but a tempest, cold and dark,
Graced upon occasion by some brilliant sun;
Thunder and rain have so made their mark,
That the stock of precious fruit in my garden is near done.
So have I reached the autumn of my thought,
And now must I bring forth the rakes and the spades
To gather once again flooded earth and damp rot,
Where water has carved deep holes the size of graves
And who knows if new buds, as I glimpse in dreams
Will find in this soil, drenched by endless streams
The mystic nourishment from which their lives might start?
O grief! O grief! Time devours our lives,
And the obscure enemy that gnaws on the heart,
Feeds upon the blood we slowly lose, and thus it thrives!
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5. |
Silence
10:22
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“I am the great
Thundering, impenetrable terror!”
Thus I heard Silence
Boast as he glared from the heavens
Your voice echoes
A unity beyond multitudes
Your call resounds, so vacant
Cavernous, fathomless
It beckons, and yet, it seems
A horror to look upon your face
Has any age shunned you so
Or felt more tightly your grasp?
As you guide the moon
The clamber of hooves sounds forth
Amidst the myriad voices
You and I will walk among the trees
I long to hear
The music of my silence
I long to sing
The music of my silence
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6. |
Onward
03:56
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Onward!
Constant movement
Constant progression
A constant state of loss
Onward!
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