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Paper Flight
05:07
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Oh looking down, a mental image so divine,
And it all seemed so insignificant at the time.
A young woman sits alone, oh locked on the inside,
Her thoughts pulled from a world that surrounds her eyes.
Right there, right then, I realized
That she could be anywhere - could be anyone - anything inside
A brainstorm - growing in size
Then a fleeting flying moment – I’m right by her side.
(Chorus)
Weighted clouds, charged by electric air – snowfall fencing everywhere
Blinding strikes across the mountainsides – I’m Ready for the Sky
Folding the lines, a steady breeze at my side – in Paper Flight
Blinding Strikes – Off - the Mountainside – As I float on by
Oh. . . such a broad space - in such a small place
(x2)
She could have stayed, could have stayed down,
Could have left all of the voices, to forever, block the world out
With all the noise and the clutter trying to seep its way in
Looking for sabbatical under the skin
Well, right there, right then, I realized
That she was everywhere; she was everyone – Everything in sight
And like each of us, growing inside
Then a freeing, feeling, flowing – We head for the wind.
(Chorus)
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2. |
Delayed State
06:50
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You said it all - when you called us into the blame
With every word - just a side note to what’s really on your face
Well the world must know – it’s not what you say, but what you show
Why don’t you know . . . why don’t you know, how don’t – you –know?
(and we were) Captured in a fit of disaster – what to say
(cause we were) Stolen – confused and frozen, with this blank embrace
(and we were) Captured – but what does it matter - anyway
(yes we were) Stolen - completely frozen - my knees locked in this A-frame
Wanted to hide, wanted to shed a lie – but you won’t get me to sing, not a single note
Feeling exposed, and oh so vulnerable - - - -
Captured by this grim design, holding over and under one piece at a time
Loosing composure, internal explosion – welling with feeling, how to be sober?!
Pushing out where conditions collide – must beware this air is primed
Holding long, too long, denied – only adds to the wreckage that’s left behind
And I won’t go – to the paths unknown
And I won’t leave – leave it up to suffering
And I won’t build – this cage of imagination
And I won’t kill - your joy to make room for mine
It’s not about you! It’s not about - all about you!
(x2)
Why don’t you know - why don’t you know;
Why don’t you know - how don’t you know?
It’s not about you! It’s not about - all about you!
(x4)
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3. |
Folly n' Awe
05:56
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As it comes - Pacing on the sun – back and forth I step, working up all expectations.
As it goes –and knowing what it is– but still falling into the places that we’ve already been.
In the time that we chose, our direction home –
All the other doors in the cosmos began to close.
Hold on – don’t be gone – when all you’ve learned - now seems to be so wrong
I know – it’s been - done before – told just how to live instead of being who you are.
As it’s been – preparing on the fly – and playing mid-brain chess games with decisions out of sight.
As it is – forging on ahead – don’t let yourself be fooled into the complete opposite.
Hold on – don’t be gone – just to spite all of those who’ve lead you along
I know – that the - folly and awe – makes you want to blacken the stars
Step into a darkened field – no light, no shadow; nothing real.
And I know just where you’re coming from –just don’t overstay -
in Oblivion.
And there's always time for you to choose - who to live for –
and how you want to be heard
As it comes - Pacing on the sun – back and forth I step, working up all expectations.
As it goes – knowing what it is – and now finding a better place out there, where the doors are opening.
On your own – but not alone – when all you’ve learned - now seems to be so wrong
I know – it’s been - done before – told just how to live instead of being who you are.
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Must find it – Must feel it; I’ve figured out how
To stand up – spread the Love; I’ve figured out how
But you’re holding on to the same scene, holding on to stagnancy
What’s so hard about changin’, so difficult with makin’;
Something else of yourself, from a static view
It’s all in your perception, whatever that might be - - Dynamic Quality.
Open yourself to perceiving, you might even start believing
And it’s Subject to Change
WHEN SILENCE IS BETTER
THAN THE WORDS WE HEAR
WHEN EVERYONE IS TALKING
BUT FALLS ON DEAF EARS
(x2)
I’m learning again to Live, I, behold the beauty in the air
When there’s something to believe in, nothing else will compare
Direction in Perception, Reactive Reality
It’s yours – so dynamic – And it’s Subject to Change
Lost, so lost, I can’t forgive myself – forgive myself
(x2)
Lost, but now found, I will forgive myself – forgive myself
(x2)
Lost, but now found, I will forgive myself – forgive myself
Must find it – Must feel it; I’ve figured out how
(x2 - overlaid)
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