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Showing posts with label poets of the fall. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poets of the fall. Show all posts
17 June 2012
Balance Slays the Demon - Poets of the Fall
Deep in the ocean of darkness, in the mirror of light, balance becomes a stranger... and in your fantasies, he rides a storm on your peace. Beyond the shadows he settled for more. There is a miracle illuminated.
Deep in the ocean of darkness, in the mirror of light, balance becomes a stranger
And in your fantasies, he rides a storm on your peace - wake up and smell the danger
Ever the light casts a shadow, ever the night springs from the light
In the end, it's never just the light you need,
When balance slays the demon, you'll find peace,
In the end, it's never just the dark you seek,
When balance slays the demon, you'll find peace,
Find the peace
Beyond the lake he called home, lies a deeper darker ocean green.
Like an evil twin, feel it scratching within,
Like an insane sovereign ranger,
And his beautiful face with his leathery lace,
So can't you see the play he's staging?
Ever the light casts a shadow, ever the night springs from the light
In the end, it's never just the light you need,
When balance slays the demon, you'll find peace,
In the end, it's never just the dark you seek,
When balance slays the demon, you'll find peace,
Find the peace
yranidrO dellac ,nwot rehtona ni ,niaga neppah lliw tI
In the end, it's never just the light you need,
When balance slays the demon, you'll find peace,
In the end, it's never just the dark you seek,
When balance slays the demon, you'll find peace,
Find the peace
Screaming, new darkness descends on this frail frame, I drown in fathomless black space. Will I never scratch the depths of this domain? I see not, yet nothing could be worse then the shades my mind calls herein, alone, in my own Wake the unravelling of reasons schemed.
Thinking about
good and evil,
insanity,
metaphor,
poets of the fall,
rhyme and reason,
selah,
spirit
10 June 2012
Sleep - Poets of the Fall
Hear your heartbeat
Beat a frantic pace
And it's not even 7 AM
You're feeling the rush
Of anguish settling
You cannot help showing them in.
Hurry up then,
Or you'll fall behind and
They will take control of you
And you need to heal
The hurt behind your eyes
Fickle words crowding your mind
So...
Sleep, sugar, let your dreams flood in,
Like waves of sweet fire, you're safe within
Sleep, sweetie, let your floods come rushing in,
And carry you over to a new morning
Try as you might
You try to give it up
Seems to be holding on fast
Its hand in your hand,
A shadow over you,
A beggar for soul in your face
Still it don't matter
If you won't listen,
If you won't let them follow you
You just need to heal,
Make good all your lies -
Move on and don't look behind
Day after day
Fickle visions
Messing with your head
Fickle visions
Sleeping in your bed,
Messing with your head
Fickle visions
Fickle visions
Thinking about
art,
insanity,
poets of the fall,
rhyme and reason,
selah
01 January 2012
Meet the New Year!
...same as the Old Year!
I want to start taking advantage of the fact that there is more than one day per week. Sunday will be a day for sharing music, and possibly other art, that I find worthy of reflection. This category will be denoted with the tag "Selah".
I want to start taking advantage of the fact that there is more than one day per week. Sunday will be a day for sharing music, and possibly other art, that I find worthy of reflection. This category will be denoted with the tag "Selah".
Poets of the Fall - War
Do you remember standing on a broken field,
White crippled wings beating the sky?
The harbingers of war, with their nature revealed,
And our chances flowing by
If I can let the memory heal,
I will remember you with me on that field...
When I thought that I fought this war alone,
You were there by my side, on the frontline
When I thought that I fought without a cause,
You gave me a reason to try
Turn the page - I need to see something new -
For now, my innocence is torn
We cannot linger on this stunted view,
Like rabid dogs of war
I will let the memory heal
I will remember you with me on that field
When I thought that I fought this war alone,
You were there by my side, on the frontline
And we fought to believe the impossible!
When I thought that I fought this war alone,
We were one with our destinies entwined!
When I thought that I fought without a cause,
You gave me the reason why!
With no-one wearing their real face,
It's a whiteout of emotion,
And I've only got my brittle bones to break the fall
When the love in letters fade,
It's like moving in slow motion
And we're already too late if we arrive at all
And then we're caught up in the arms race -
An involuntary addiction -
And we're shedding every value our mothers taught
So will you please show me your real face,
Draw the line in the horizon?
'Cause I only need your name to call the reasons why I fought...
When I thought that I fought this war alone,
You were there by my side, on the frontline
And we fought to believe the impossible!
When I thought that I fought this war alone,
We were one with our destinies entwined!
When I thought that I fought without a cause,
You gave me the reason why!
Thinking about
art,
beauty and ugliness,
bible,
fun,
language,
metaphor,
poets of the fall,
rhyme and reason,
selah,
spirit
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