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she sees herself in a mirror at night
as she lies awake,
i see her dreams
moving thru
her eyes
she sees herself in a mirror at night
and i pray for grace
on her frozen face
of innocence and
the love inside
she sees herself in a mirror at night
and she speaks
thru the vacuum of the womb
appears a watery cry
as she was moving into positions
shaking tears from my eyes
why does everything move in
pulsating haste
gotta keep up with tomorrow
to improve our case
i've gotta lot love to give
not sure what that meant
but love is not just love
its commitment
and then we're
bonded thru the cosmos
spoken language unknown
if i could live here forever
i wanna watch you grow
from the seed to the flower
and then back again
we gotta grow into each other
no matter where we've been
and i can still see the sun
rise and cover him whole
it's the same sun forever
linking all of our souls
and i'm always here for you
no matter who you are
i can't wait for a future
but where do we start?
and as i lie awake
she softly dreams
of her life
she sees herself in a mirror at night
and she speaks
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Come to silver
Come to gold
Come to do any old thing
Sell you body and soul
Make you kill a man
Ruin your soul
Come to silver
Come to gold
Come to silver
Just has hard as you can
Come to do anything
For a life of sin
You can have everything
Big house up on a hill
Come to silver
Come to kill
Come downhearted
Come to gold
It'll make you lose your way
Turn your heart so cold
Steal the wife of another man
Let money buy her love
Gonna be some hardtime
When you come to gold
If you come to silver
If you come to gold
Hope that you're happy
With the life you've sown
Could had everything
But you didn't want to know
You had to come to silver
You had to come to gold
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the words are taking flight
their mixed messages coming
from a loop in time
and i'm coloring outside the lines
and i'm crawling thru
i'm crawling thru to the other side
the best in the moment
is the year we had
it's the striving for a mission
to unearth our depth
to breathe in the struggle
and embrace its pain
its to feel it crawl all over
progress to another plane
of existence
may you
find
peace on the other side
live and live
and i'm purging out my final cry
watching dove tails flutter into the starry skies
and the infinite truth and I
are crawling thru
crawling thru
to the other side
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And I'll be stuck here forever
Living in the ghost of their songs
and ill be stuck here forever
moving on
we're moving on
burning nights and burning dawns; must we turn these lights then turn them off?
as the phantom twists with muscle twitch on burning bones, our city burned like this,
we never heard a-voice quite like this, but it's burning through our ears like mist,
our phantom city so statuesque now its burning eyes in robotic crypts
robotic fits of robotic rage, their long sultry hair like spider veins,
with golden eyes and one syllable names, the stables burn bright in robotic flames
as robotic men work middle class trades, sirens sings their suffering into sunken graves,
our robotic sun on the horizon fades with sparkling lights on its longing face
longing mothers and longing trains ride tracks made of steel and chimpanzee brains
longing sludge as its wheels roll on with the black tarry surface like panther claws
and we rattled in cages as the engine moved on, captured in the notes of enchanted songs,
the longing of their eyes as our blood was drawn, did nothing for our stomachs in turning knots
turning world with its turning ribs, they slowed down the earth with a simple flick
of their longing fingers of their longing hands dipped into oceans and forgotten lands,
as the turning spectacle of the world now ends, the religious go insane for their wasted sins,
our turning heads became turning sands, and the wind made us into
sirens
then
And I'll be stuck here forever
living in the ghost of their songs
and i'll be stuck here forever
moving on
we're moving on
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i can hear the rain now
moving through the sprouting vines
i can see the sunrise of your eyes
we can meet on saturn
it's the earth, i can't begin to surmise
come out of darkness into light
and i can see the elephant
in the belly of the boa inside
i can see the dream born of the night
if we can live for tomorrow for you
for the lives we will live
growing old through your youth
it's the minute of emerging
into wide open arms
it's the memories of childhood
the peace of your voice
and the peaks and the valleys
first walks in the rain
the snow on your red cheeks
nothing more is the same
first words from your mouth
to utter refrains
it's the paint brush and crayons
press firm to the page
it's the spectacle of imagining
that all this is real
the fireworks explode and your
eyes fill with zeal
to love every moment
to feel it within
to embrace every problem
every challenge is real
you'll see
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if i had the time to wake up from dreams
all alone and swinging up above the trees
if i had the fortune would it still be this way?
if i'd have known I'd have kissed your face
if i had the time to dig down inside
if i had the time to dig down inside
if i had the time to open inside
maybe i'd be me
if i could have felt the day on my hands
as they rattle with poems crumpled in their lands
if i had stood strong while you drifted away
divided by seas of tears while you sailed away
if i had the time to dig down inside
if i had the time to dig down inside
if i had the time to open inside
maybe i'd be me
every part of me
is a mystery
new journal entry
learn to grieve
if i had the time
i would press
rewind
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her hand drifted back and forth
like a feather
danced
into mine
the wind . . .
a spoiled kid
trying to etch its way
to the front of a
wayward line
a chilled glass of tea
a malbec wine
the view of an open sea
a sort of dream-like ride
the tabloid zine
covered with
pieces of mail
various
quarters & dimes
a Harper's monthly
the sci-fi junkie
hooked on meth
reading books
on IRS fines
they gather
in the nest
where
their arms are
hung
right around,
a perfect landing
forever standing
on the
tips of
our toes
to see those cities
hear them buzzing
hear their humming
are we glowing
forever
growing
with a lime
now taste the snakes
as they flicker their eyes
i taste the apple
i'll take the truth
over time
in the warmth of the sun
we see
the receding tides
these are the things on the mind
a number this simple
only prime
yet
all around her
we
inside
i see
just another
Libel
like me
in the hall way
we meet a
nomadic
sign
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COMPULSIONS came about in the most random and important of places. Just in the car listening to some instrumental track and little ideas would pop into the brain. I felt compelled to write and record my own takes on inspiring songs. These abstractions of other works led to me creating some of my own. Experimenting with non traditional forms of song writing.
Written largely between 2008-2012, they culminated with the birth of my daughter and family. It was like me revealing mysel as I truly am: flawed, yet yearning for love, so afraid of death, too weary of the American monotony. . . so do something.
Most of these songs covered universal themes of any life really besides my own: the death of my father, meeting my wife, the birth of Amelia, and the accruement of memories and aging. A slight sign of a wrinkle, a couple gray hairs, a rounder version of youth, changing till you do not recognize yourself, and others do not either.
This is a mixtape, some of the songs i wrote, others were not of my entire creation, and utilized without permission from the artists. I'm simply paying tribute to their brilliance and the happiness they have given me thru their sounds and creative genius.
I toiled and tossed around these songs and ideas obsessively for years now, and I'm thankful to all those who helped inspire them and were there for me throughout it all. You obviously know who you are.
I hope you enjoy COMPULSIONS.
It comes from deep inside myself, where i'd rather be.
Yours in this life and beyond,
GalacticSON
released December 6, 2012
Some rights reserved. Please refer to individual track pages for license info.
