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From Before the Thaw

by KIlgore

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Casting shadows, long way across the room. The reflected photo eyes in time sing those whispers of June. And us lonely, we know what two can behold is sometimes half, not double. Whispered lightly, upon thee the meeting turned from fantasy, all anxious- and so declared. Hark, hear the breath of the mind, now at rest that thought unique of you. See some eyes, as they see something true. Blue roses got me holding on, to what I hardly know. Kiss ignited, this psychotic episode. Hoping for more time, while hopeless. he goes out into life. Keep that chin up, the constant advice. In the morning, far too early, she flees the scene. Under cover, almost unseen. And grand be the take back, expected to fit a bit of your mind, a bit of your heart. Tied to the story, some damned soul might tell. Blue roses got me holding on, to what I hardly know. Kiss ignited, this psychotic episode. Hoping for more time, while hopeless. he goes out into life. Keep that chin up, the constant advice.
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Titan 04:03
Stare too long, and it might stare back and half the damn universe couldn't bring me back, to the love you done retracted the mighty, dead and gone. And I'm all alone. Go on tremble, go on, scream it only adds to these insecurities. Can't you see I do all justice? I can see you don't believe, in me. Built you idols, I worship the time and space you drift on in eternity. I would make the cosmos crumble if you'd only speak to me, darling. With all this power slowly, I see all the betrayl but was it you or was it me? Yet, since I'll never have I'll make nothing ever be, believe you me
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Why Bother 04:14
Maybe he'll sleep past sunrise. Fail internal, outside. Maybe he's just gonna die here today. Behold, the soul menagerie. Broke down so elegantly. All alone for no one to see. Drowning idly by in thoughts and prayers. Paradise all around and unaware. Slave trade of dogma. Thoughts made in spite of all the change that we'll never be. Prophesize some landing. Daydream dope, entrancing. Oh, the screen's still warm as we sleep. Drowning helplessly in thoughts and prayers. Damned all around and no cares. Don't dare believe in something. All this nothing we've always been. Sounds sweet, don't trust it. Please, leave it. It's better off dead. Hear them echo down the hall. You've heard one, you've heard them all. Still safe where filtered seen. This one says of that thing That one said some something. On and on, though fruitless it be. Drowning idly by in thoughts and prayers. Paradise all around and no one cares. Don't dare believe in something. All this nothing we've always been. Sounds sweet, don't trust it. Please, leave it. It's better off dead.
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Vesterbro 05:10
Damn near disaster this poet, he shambles as done for all his life. Making madness, out of all this strife. Maybe she's searching she can't say for certain but to find something might be divine, or something like. Don't move too quickly, the morning comes here slow. Dream a while, and then we'll go. Apologies, anxious he be, as she tells him that worry be wasted here. It's just life, nothing to fear. Oh, the wonder of wide eyes, the cold that just don't bite, the way it does back home. Might be lucky, to some Nordic mythos. Though tender be breathing, resilient she's seeing and does just as she please. And so, he keeps her company. Don't move too quickly, the morning comes here slow. Dream a while, and then we'll go. Apologies, anxious he be, as she tells him that worry be wasted here. It's just life, nothing to fear. Flash, and it's all gone, the plane she must get on, and the day, he's left to think. While what lingers, gets burned into ink. Again, they might see each other and be the stuff of poet's talk. But if not, it was well worth a shot. Don't move too quickly, the morning comes here slow. Dream a while, and then we'll go. Apologies, anxious he be, as she tells him that worry be wasted here. It's just life, nothing to fear.
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Auditorium 03:54
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Post Parade 04:34
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Zombie Fancy 03:38

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Something vaguely seasonal. There was whiskey. There was loneliness. This is what came of all that.

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released May 11, 2018

Music - Brian Sears
Lyrics - Bruce Duluoze

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Kilgore New York, New York

Music of a single soul in 21st Century America. Think of it what you will.

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