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I Am Ready For The Flood
02:33
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Buy into a scheme leading nowhere,
satiate the flame of fear.
Bound inside a room to a black box,
contemplate the light out there.
Would it ever come easy if I had more time?
When sips have been had from the nectar of the gods,
tears may be shed but the killer’s never caught,
cold drips on the head in a cell that time forgot,
I am drenched again and ready for the flood.
I am drenched again and ready for the flood.
I am drenched again and ready for the flood.
I am drenched again and ready for the flood.
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2. |
Redshifter
04:14
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My body is the people’s temple
my mind is living there
paralyzed from the neck up
I watch as they prepare
food and drink
a communion of
chemicals
a feast
Here we come
back from the dead
back in the mind you cast us from
we spread
Here we come
go rest your head
and sleep
let us take over instead
The seer sees beyond the spectrum
the congregation cheers
I am nothing but my given meaning
I am completely yours
heart over head
i seek my comfort
in the way
I fade
away
Here we come
back from the dead
back in the mind you cast us from
we spread
Here we come
go rest your head
and sleep
let us take over instead
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3. |
The Painter
04:15
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Can you see the cracks in my old walls
all the putty and the paper
veiling all the veins and
covering capillaries
keeping all this messy life in place.
When with you I’ve always been a painter
coating all the stains
a man of some ability
a stoic working overtime with grace.
The seasoned old professional is taking a vacation
on an island where there’s nobody around
where he’s sleeping on the bay
and violent winds keep ships away
a storm consuming every other sound.
Can you hear the corner couple’s calls
I swear I will obey them later
noone but me remains
and despite all capability
it’s aching more and more to just save face.
When with you I’ve always been a waiter
absorbing all complaints
with humor and humility
bored to death and counting down the days.
The seasoned old professional is taking a vacation
on an island where there’s nobody around
where he’s sleeping on the bay
and violent winds keep ships away
a storm consuming every other sound.
The seasoned old professional is taking a vacation
on an island where there’s nobody around
he knows he’ll never get to stay
and time moves faster every day
and soon he’ll leave for yet another round.
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4. |
Pyramid
03:00
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The spiders came
and why wouldn't they
they go where they can feed
and the last few weeks
have been great for them
what a damn cliché
just how a single seed
sometimes grows into a weed
that just chokes it all
takes it all away
the nutrients we need
all the beauty that we breed
till it's all gone
and I don't even know where it went
but I feel most at home
in my pyramid of songs and cement.
It's a tiring game
and I don't want to play
to weed out all the weeds
seems a neverending deed
so I upped and ran
found a place to stay
I bit the hand that feeds
now I am in dire need
of a shot of sorts
vaccinate the stray
I’d rather see it bleed
than I ever would concede
that I’m all gone
and I don’t even know where I went
but I feel most at home
in my pyramid of songs and cement.
it’s not all gone
just a mammal hibernating in its den
and it keeps on keeping on
till the time has come to wake up once again.
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Season Of Plenty Salzburg, Austria
SEASON OF PLENTY is a solo project by Sebastian Müller from Salzburg, Austria.
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