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Fog
07:53
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Fog is a veil,
That hides the land, sky of blue,
From colors rich and glistening dew.
Fog is memory that blurs,
The present as it creeps over,
Mountains, oceans vast,
Evidence of our frailty,
Like silent ghosts of our past.
Fog in the redwoods fills with a wonder pure,
Fog late at night and you pass unsure.
But fog once lifted feels a reprieve of sorts.
A return of vision senses,
A passing of a jarring pain and grief.
If only ever, ever so brief.
Fog is meaning obscured,
Recollection confounded,
The search for an ever elusive cure.
Thick wet primordial
As the womb or the rich black earth.
And we find we are nearly blind
As the infant fresh from birth.
Oh fog is a veil that hides the truth,
The truth and its worth.
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Deep in the Woods
01:40
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Into the Green
04:46
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Take my hand and
Wander into the land of
Waterfalls and moss covered trees
Cascading down into
The slippery stones and
Scattering like so many broken dreams
Come with me into
Into the green
Riotous lush as I’ve ever seen
Lost in a Northwest haze
Before the autumn gray as
The red and golden leaves all
Fall fade away
Fog lifting through the redwood and fir
And sounds of the ocean
Teases and lures
Come with me into
Into the green
Riotous lush as I’ve ever seen
Come up to the quiet serene
These precious moments
We later can glean
Come with me into the green
Into the green
A tangle of pungent growth
Mud, earth and rope
Logs bleached upon the shore
To sway in the breeze
To sway in the breeze
To sway in the breeze no more
Won’t you come with me into
Into the green
Riotous lush as I’ve ever seen
Come up to the quiet serene
These precious moments we later can glean
Come with me into the green
Deep into the green
A break in the veil and
A kingdom of billowing white, is exposed
Majestic peaks and snow capped
But nobody, nobody knows
It fades beneath the mist and fog
And we venture deep into the woods
Leaves and branches fresh dew kissed
Rain over all of this
we’re lost in the mist
Into the green
Come with me into
Into the green
Riotous lush as I’ve ever seen
Come up to the quiet serene
These precious moments we later can glean
Come with me into the green
Into the green
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Muse
02:36
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How you fingers and hands,
Bring order from the chaos dark,
From a struggle true and stark.
Muse how you are turning into the light,
That guides my way
Out of the weary night.
Like a stretch of coast,
Some lost paradise,
And you’re its guide, its host.
Some classical figure,
Out of time and space,
A strange dreamlike memory,
Of the shape of your face.
Muse how you are turning into the light,
That guides my way
Out of the weary night.
It’s in the longing that passion fire dwells,
It’s in the desire a maddening hell.
But thirst quenched and solace found,
Giddy feeling to be homeward bound.
Muse how you are turning into the light,
That guides my way
Out of the weary night.
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Thingvellir
03:40
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Sometimes you have to climb up
To get above all the wreckage rubble ruin,
Gain a vantage point, perspective grand,
History, stories ancient memories
In this place where we stand,
Spilling into the past like
So many lost grains of sand.
And the heavens open to us,
Sun shining on a silvery sea.
As if just for you and me.
Mesmerized as you should be.
Where the continents collide,
Grind silently deep beneath the icy waters,
Leaves you mystified, as you should be
In this tumultuous and jagged land.
Volcanic stretch like a serpent band
Hanging rock meeting of the clans.
And the heavens open to us,
Sun shining on a silvery sea.
As if just for you and me.
Mystified as you should be.
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Not Fooling Anyone
02:52
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Fifteen minutes of sun. Bring the drums of war.
Isn’t foolin’ anyone. Send daughters and sons.
Fifteen minutes of sun isn’t foolin’ anyone.
Electric light for a sun, isn’t really foolin’ anyone.
Machine for a drum, isn’t foolin’ anyone.
Chant your hatred like a mantra
You won’t change anyone.
Say I’m not loosing sleep.
You’re not fooling anyone.
Feels like years,
Since I’ve seen anything like the sun.
Bring your alt facts,
You can say they aren’t lies,
But you’re not fooling anyone.
Hang your symbols and banners.
Keep us fearful on the run.
You play with ideas so sacred
Like a child with a loaded gun.
Say I’m doing fine, not fooling anyone
Say I’m not loosing sleep,
Isn’t fooling anyone.
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Shimmering Moon
04:34
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Shimmer moon,
Through a veil fog,
Passing without a sound,
Scattered wind, autumn leaves tossed around.
Passing of time into the gold and brown.
Like so many fine and true things,
That tumble down.
Shimmer moon,
Through cold and polished stone,
Someone quietly grieves alone.
Beyond the fog drifts over a field,
Barren stubborn trees,
That will not yield.
We will bend before we break,
Not old enough of mind to make that mistake.
Field of snow lit up by a shimmering moon,
Time to reflect on all those gone too soon.
Like the ships on the Rhine churning past,
We are here and oft touch no one,
As we vanish so fast.
Into the night neath ancient bridges,
And castles once proud,
All the midnight desperation,
Never spoken aloud.
We will bend before we break,
Not old enough of mind to make that mistake.
When deep in a fog,
Only cautious steps, will you take.
We will bend before we break,
Not old enough of mind to make that mistake.
Like the evening fog that daylight takes,
A hidden world before everyone awakes.
And your hand is safe,
Warm inside my pocket here.
Sometimes you have to savor
The little pleasures my dear.
Like the gift of a shimmering moon,
Through foggy night,
It brings us light as we
Hum a simple tune.
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Solace
05:53
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Scribble scrawl, try to remember,
Capture it all.
It’s a kind of mania, black or blue,
Still struggling to tap into something,
Timeless, eternal and true.
Look as you may,
For your love is shelter and solace.
Seek through night and day,
For your love is shelter and solace.
Blink of the light, or some strong potion.
Back to the basics, like the sensation,
Of still rocking hours after the ocean.
And there is this fog,
Lifting over gray seas,
And it’s drifting, drifting over me.
Burn through night and day,
For your love is shelter and solace.
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Fickle Fjord
03:18
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Days of wandering nights of wine
Cathedral spinning wonder
Rushing Rhine river sublime
Both of ease and nervous haste
Like a full plate cast aside
After a mere taste
It’s in the motion, the movement that I crave
A chance but there’s so little left to hold and save
Too much to take in
Ancient tombs knights within
Died for glory long ago forgotten
Like fruits scattered neath the orchard trees
All but rotten as far as the eye can see
It’s in the motion, the movement that I crave
A chance a whim a dare
But so little left to hold and save
Watching the fog in a fickle fjord
Drifting like a creature
Something mystical and pure
Driven by whimsy like a child at play
Banished by the sunlight, it burns away
It’s in the motion, the movement that I crave
A chance a whim a dare
But so little left to hold and save
Constantly running away
In the face of all this
Do you say we are brave?
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1:29 in the AM
05:32
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Trick of the light
Must be these dreams at night that haunt me
1:29 in the AM
A nether world between pitch and dawning
Strange déjà vu of things that never were
(Chorus)
Figures in the fog
Like a kind of warning
A trick of the light
Or coming morning
Can’t keep up this pace
Despite the yearning
No oil left in the lamp
For random burning
Just a trick of the light
Might be these dreams of late that wake me
Shake me from the film that seems so real
Intrepid foes and plots enlightening
Once spoken aloud from a weary soul
Chorus
Some troubling dream that find me
Hand-painted frames in a deathish gloom
A ruined fortress a starless canvas
Of velvet black or mortal doom
Shrouded figure in a plague mask
Pushing a gondola past
While figures loom
Chorus
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11. |
Down the Hall
05:18
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Various shades of mental illness,
Come creeping down the hall.
Numerous states of dilapidation,
Brace yourself for the big fall.
(Chorus)
This rain seeps in, into your bones,
Deep in your heart
it builds a catacomb.
Filled with mythic, chiseled figures,
Of clean and polished stone.
It’s a simple procedure,
Tiny coils wound in your brain,
You become a receiver,
Signals from the great beyond.
Find you strapped to a machine,
A web wires and cruel irony,
Hold you in the old world,
Away from our future
Like a prisoner.
Chorus
He said valentines is just for the florist,
Maker of sweets and sappy cards,
But dead noses smell no roses,
Lest you forget
And weep when she’s gone
And weep with regret.
And the junkies in the parking lot,
Skateboard around and round,
And this fog descends,
Into the rain soaked ground.
I’m amazed dumbfounded,
By the millions ways,
This world can tie you down.
Dreams emotions float free,
Completely untethered,
But we are bound to the
Cruel ground.
This rain soaks into,
Your brittle bones,
Deep in your heart
It builds a
Catacomb.
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12. |
Fog has Lifted
03:34
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The Upper Strata Basel, Switzerland
Soaring atmosphere, cinematic, trance-inducing hypnotic.
Layering vocal harmonies, sequencers,
thumping bass and spacey guitar, the duo creates a unique mix of audio flavors and hues. Poetic lyrics and passionate vocals meld with bold and catchy synth melodies. Songs that defy the gravity of genres.
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