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Exordium
02:08
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Our stories told through our bonfire smoke. Adventure waits beyond that gate. So pack your things get ready to leave. We'll trade our thoughts from beyond. Now quiet, curtains drawn.
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The Lonely Mr. Blithe
02:44
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His love died at forty five but in a brilliant mind he'll bring her back to life with circuits, codes, and time. He works so late into the night. A hard wired bolted design. Tonight at the finish he flips the switch. She walks and talks alone no more. His wish is her command. She cooks, cleans, sings but there's no warmth to find in her a cold false crude machine, nothing more. Four months in and she is wearing on him. She's a constant reminder of what he could never have. Now pull the cord.
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Bahamas
03:03
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Anchors away, the wind in our mighty sails. Let's flee these old nuclear hills. We float through a blanket of blue. Survival in bloom now, me and you. It's all behind us. We'll start a new life a sailor and his wife. We'll seek solace in the Bahamas. Leave the dead behind.
Sea foam drenched dreams keep me awake tonight. The moonlight so bright reveals an island in sight now. We rise with the sun as we cut through the breakers. As the bow hits sandy shore we're home. We're home.
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Safe in your arms all drenched in the glow of your spells which you cast. Will you wait with me until the night creeps in. My dark friend we'll dance in the moonlight and sing your hymns. The notes float like a thousand ghosts. Let's spill the blood from this cloven host. Our five pointed stars will keep us from harm. The mountains sing of those old pagan souls that are dust.
The town they want to burn her flesh. They scream out loud "our crops are dead." Satan is alive and well. They scream, and yell. To the forest they march with torch in hand, "burn that witch we want her head."
We must take flight before the golden turns to black. We pack our things. Get ready to leave. When the door flies open I try to fight them. They found you and bound you as my hopes die!
I awoke to the sound. Look to the tree line to see a smoke cloud. I run through the forest. Tears well in my eyes. And in the clearing I found your bones all blackened and scarred. I failed you. Now I'm lost too.
The winter is in my heart.
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Chronos
04:39
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I sold our future and our past. They'll augment the timelines and history. I've seen all possible ends. I time device in the wrong hands. A quantum leap for selfish plans. Shifts in our life's will be felt so greatly. An empire built on our own suffering. They will eradicate debt and slavory from our history books a new world order. A infinite loop intertwining. I'll watch it fall, I'll watch it crumble. I never cared much for your rotten humanity. A sad crawl to pointless, pointless ends.
The war is won our land is god now. Entire countries crushed by our own strength and nothing is set in stone now. One change brings pain in its own place. Watch it fall away. Watch it fall away. Bow down kiss your world goodbye.nightmares await. Bow down, kiss your world goodbye. Nightmares await.
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The One in the Walls
03:50
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I speak to you through the chairs that move by themselves. You cry yourself to sleep. Do the hairs on your neck stand up when I'm close to you? I refuse to pass on. These walls I walk through. A widow at 33 now. The dead they beckon me. This light calls me. Endless pity for me now.
It's been 6 years and your starting to forget the sound of my head when it hit the cold concrete.
You moved on. In the spring light of dawn. The vows were made now my love lost. I'll sulk and watch, wallow and sob. There's no love for a dead man who hasn't moved on. It's sad and true my love wasn't meant for you. The car, the crash our future laid to rest. To rest, to rest, to rest.
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The Great Raid of 1975
03:34
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A long drive with a rifle by my side helps protect what is mine. As I cross county lines with the law on my tracks I'll never look back. To the border I crawl. No worries at all. I'm a dangerous man with no solid sense of the high road. No sense of the high road. The rich life calls. I'll have everything one man could want. Just a few towns more then I'm gone.
In the distance they wait for me. Drive faster, my hands shake. I've been a fighter since I was born. Never had a option for more. I've been a fighter since I was born. Never had a option for more.
I reach for my riffle, pedal to the floor. I'm inches away. I see my fate. They reach for their guns and fire all at once.
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The Maiden Voyage
04:02
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We'll leave when our parents are sleeping. Our craft awaits in the dark. We set our sights to the sky. Tonight we will embark. Four boys in a tin can. With a razor sharp plan. As the voyage begins. Fly straight and true. Say goodbye to the world we once knew. As our vessel lifts off and the houses below us turn to dots. The pressure it gets so tough as we break the hemispheric wall and float. Faced with death as we float through this black hole.I wonder how much we'll age if we return.
I woke up in my own bed. The sheets were sweaty achey head. Was this all some strange dream? I'll meet you at the bus at eight.
Suddenly it goes all black.
Was this just a dream? Memory fading back. Cold sweat distant faint laughs. Still air, control window view. Our blue earth we'll see you soon.
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Curtain Call
02:30
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The curtain call. It's getting so late. I wish we could stay in our pages. The embers a glow. It's sad to know that we must return to our houses. This neighborhood so bland and old. Our parents with their rules. We're safe here. In the woods near the creek bed. Our stories lead us here.
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