1. |
Walking in circles
03:35
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Pale ghost faces
Walking in circles
A silence that speaks so much
Black shoes and a brief case
up and down the grid
She cries for her father
He lies for his honor
Just a dance around the fences
Mid day drowning
Crowded streets that chatter
The moving masses of matter
fighting up a latter
leading to a splatter
They ask me "what's the matter?"
When the belt's done beaten
We see through the seasons
and dry up in our roots
What's left is stale
like dust on a rail
A silence that speaks no more...
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2. |
The 12th hour
03:06
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broken and bled
I cary this wait on my head
solving nothing and every thing I see is dead
their eyes are red crumbling with every breath
chocking on the words they never said
but who has the time to sit and wine
when the road is to the gallows
and your hitching for a ride
far away calls from the past
how long will this last?
mortified I subside
into the drone I always knew
to the feelings that grew
in the cavities of memories
that stretch out like the stars on horizon
I pause...but still hear my footsteps echoing on
the dark lit halls on the 12th hour
in a sleepless night
I watch the flickering of the street lights
that haunt the silence just before the stir
a breath of smoke in a fogy daze
where we once layed
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3. |
What grows in ashes
03:40
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Too far away
Too close to me
Who am I to decide
what's indefinably
Forcing a smile
Stay for a while
Too much too soon
but what difference does it make?
I love what's mine
It's all in good time
The wasted moments
spent bickering over petty crimes
I do not hide for what's inside
just sits right there behind my eye
...Heart breaking smile
Stay for the year
open my arms and make a bed
And it if it all goes bad
Just don't be sad
I'll never let go of what we had
And if you go away
I'll still feel the same
You can't play with fire
without getting burned
But what grows from ashes
is what you've learned
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4. |
The gloomy visionary
02:03
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5. |
Traffic
04:33
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I’m sorry I punched you “Mr. Steering Wheel”
Can we make amends?
Until the next time I loose my head?
It’s five o’clock don’t go that way!
The smoke from a Mustang’s asshole burns carbon into stormy air.
I saw a dark cloud, shaped like a man with a top hat and horns
Chocking on the ocean view.
When will this stop and we find ourselves home?
We all get stuck in traffic.
It seems like it’s been five years…
Stuck in the same frame of mind.
I’m just trying to get home…
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6. |
Americanized
03:59
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7. |
Decadently calling
04:08
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8. |
Park bench afternoons
01:44
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9. |
A terrible need...
03:09
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10. |
Giving time
03:34
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I woke up to a sunny afternoon
I laughed as the wind blew
Gently on my hair
Reminded me to sigh
I close my eyes as if to reply
These tracks are always a head in line
But our hearts are just a step behind
Never do we know what to expect
So we let go…
Collect the thoughts in our heads
Then take them and lay them to rest
Give me something to believe
So I can hold on the what’s left
I’ll always be alive…
And I’ll never have regrets
The giving of time takes a moment to look
The water in your eyes is the reason you shook
And said it all with just a single breath…
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11. |
Me
04:48
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September Begins Ventura, California
September Begins is an ArtPunk project created by Ryno White in September of 2010. Experimental blends of melodic punk and honest songwriting infused with touches of metal. Lyrically painted with pictures of a broken generation and colored with the philosophical values bred from the modern art movements that have shaped our culture since the age of enlightenment. ... more
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