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Maya
words by Jeremiah James
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“In heaven everything is fine
You’ve got your good things and I’ve got mine” - Peter Ivers
He who resides in those dreams long forgotten
Perched on a loving ascension
Who believes in the swords vanquished glory
Wrapped in the whisper of a direct story
The cosmic illusion. That which is not.
Deferring joy of that which is all
The birth creation contained evils fall
From a grace that’s confused it’s arrogant need
To feel this death it could never succeed
The cosmic illusion. That which is not.
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Eliza Jane
words by Syd Lane and Jeremiah James
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Eliza Jane is slowly going insane
She never asks for nothing she needs
If life were a task she’d fail not succeed
Eliza Jane
Afraid to feel
there was no other choice but to kneel
Her knees they did bleed as she fell to the floor
I said don’t be ashamed
Why not ask for more
Eliza Jane
No one can see her
She’s fading to gray
What can she do now her loves gone away
Her future seems empty
Her present is pain
Eliza Jane is slowly going insane
She’ll never ask for nothing she needs
If life were a task she’d fail not succeed
Eliza Jane
Eliza Jane her kindness is all that remains
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Grace
words by Syd Lane
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Follow me down to the place where your apathy is found
Forget where you’ve been. To think or to feel is a sin
For I know nothing
Nothing is real but the pain
And all I wanted was for you to know my name
Drink up you’re done till you pour another one
No longer alive
You’re laughing, you’re crying inside
So why’d you tear me
From the ether the heavens above
If you didn’t want me
You should have left me where I was
You think yourself a father and a friend
Only to one now you’re beyond repremand
And I was the fool who tried to love you
I had to learn the hard way that nothing is true
And nothing is real
It’s a big cosmic joke
But at least I know now
Maybe there’s the hope
Follow me down to the place where your apathy is found
Forget where you’ve been
To think or to feel is a sin
For I know nothing
Nothing is real but the pain
And all I wanted was for you to know my name
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Miriam
words by Syd Lane
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Only a dream yet not what it seems
It’s yesterday since I saw you
They gently implode when truth they behold
Yet still they expect something new
And on and on and on
Maybe we lost and now count the cost
And tomorrow we’ll find a way
So wither and die though never know why
Your night bleeds and shadows the day
And on and on and on
Life is a simple game
made complicated by fools
I don’t know what to do
I don’t know what to say
So I just listen tight
To the things I believe
yeah the songs in my mind
Only a dream yet not what it seems
It’s yesterday since I saw you
And on and on and on
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Deladis
words by Syd Lane
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Oh could it be
Oh could it be
I dreamed I saw you and you looked so divine
I sailed my heart ship well beyond the border line
I’ve never known the way to protect myself and hide
From the cold and misty morning on the broken hillside
Oh could it be
Oh could it be
I never knew all the rules to this game
I only hope that you maybe feel the same
I know you think it’s dangerous
I know we could get lost
But the only way to find ourselves
Is at any earthly cost
Perhaps it’s time to stop the thinking
And perhaps it’s time to keep on dreaming
Oh I see you and I know you see me
I promise to meet you underneath the old oak tree
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Gorgo
words by Syd Lane
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Gather around this is for poets
“Man will never be free until the last king is strangled by the entrails of the last
priest” - Denis Diderot
I’ll never be free until I can strangle those bitter memories
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Kate
words by Syd Lane
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Picking daisies daffodils divine
i can’t think of a better way to spend my time
They all tell me that it isn’t right
I don’t argue nobody is worth the fight
For I have seen the light
It shines in my mind
Telling me my dreams are true for me and not you
So there’s nothing to say now just let me play
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Sylvia
words by Syd Lane
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I don’t believe in family
Government or society
Moss has covered up their names
Soulless bodies now remain
I am skinny I am fat
I am ugly I’m a catch
I’m disordered I’m ok
I have nothing left to say
This girl needs therapy
Somebody help her please
This girl needs therapy
Somebody help her
The things you tell yourself aren’t true
Everyone is fucked by you
Cowering in fear they hide
Bathe themselves within your lies
So go to town cut off your lips
So you can’t speak cannot commit
To easy ways to help yourself
Never free from your own hell
Kill those who speak the truth
There’s something wrong with them not you
Kill those who speak the truth
There’s something wrong with them not you
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Siren
by Tim Buckley
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Long afloat on shipless oceans
I did all my best to smile
Till your singing eyes and fingers
Drew me loving to your isle
And you sang sail to me
Sail to me let me enfold you
Here I am, Here I am
waiting to hold you
Did I dream you dreamed about me
Were you hair when I was fox
Now my foolish boat is leaning
Broken love lorn on your rocks
For you sing
Touch me not
Touch me not come back tomorrow
Oh my heart, oh my heart
Shies from the sorrow
I am puzzled as the oyster
I am troubled at the tide
Should I stand amid the breakers
Or should I lie with death my bride
Hear me sing
Swim to me
Swim to me let me enfold you
Here I am
here I am
Waiting to hold you
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Molly
words by Syd Lane
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I went to the ocean
I went to the sea
I went to find the answer
What’s so wrong, so wrong about me
Why does the snail come back
Why does it get so soft
Why does the snail come back
Why does it get so soft underfoot
I ask all the questions
i’m not supposed to say those words
So I’m with my silent pain all alone in hurt
Why does the snail come back
Why does it get so soft
Why does the snail come back
Why does it get so soft underfoot
No matter what I say or do
There’s nothing I can do to reach you
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Saro
traditional appalacian folk song, unknown
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When I first come to this country in 1849
I saw many fair lovers but never saw mine
I viewed it all around me
I found I was quite alone
And me a poor stranger and a long way from home
Well my true love she won’t have me
And it’s this I understand
For she wants some free holder and I have no land
But I could maintain her on silver and gold
And all of the fine things as my loves house could hold
Fair you well to old father
Fair you well to the mother too
I’m going for to ramble this wild world all through
And when I get weary I’ll sit down and cry
And I’ll think of my saro pretty saro my bride
Well I wished I was a poet
Could write some fine hand
I would write my love a letter she might understand
I’d send it by water where the islands overflow
And I’d think of my darling wherever she’d go
Well I wished I was a turtle dove
had wings and could fly far away to my lovers lodging
Tonight I draw nigh
And in her lily white arms I’d lay there all night
And I’d watch through them little winders for a dawning of day
Well I strolled through the mountains
I strolled through the vale
I strolled to forget her but it was in vain
On the banks of Ocoee
On the mount of said brow
Where I once loved her dearly
And I don’t hate her now
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Emily
words by Syd Lane
and Jeremiah James
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I know what you see when you look at me
And you’re wrong
What lies beyond the stars
Is there peace or solitude
On jupiter or on mars
Will they ever know
the way we really are
I know what you see when you look at me
And you’re wrong
New because I’ve seen
How sweet you are inside
I know because I do the same
In dreams I try and hide
In dreams I try and hide
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