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Fate and Time
03:55
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There's something about me tonight, under gray moonlight. Natalie sings softly as I sit here and write. A breeze passes over and the chill is quite a thrill. Another perfect evening, but I wonder still. Should I stay here tonight doing something in particular? I find these perfect moments make me feel so peculiar. Should I be somewhere else shaping thoughts and changing minds? Or will I do it anyway? All with fate and time...
There's something about me tonight. I've got perfect sight. Every single second is exactly right. A dream passes through me and the stars light up my eyes. Nothing could be better. Still, something isn't right. Should I stay here tonight doing something in particular? I find these perfect moments make me feel so peculiar. Should I be somewhere else shaping thoughts and changing minds? Or will I do it anyway? All with fate and time...
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Patience
03:29
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They say it's a virtue, but that's not her issue. It's more a funny feeling that she's doing something wrong. She tells him that she loves him, and in her mind it's true. Her heart says she's a liar, but she knows what to do. "Have patience," she tells herself. "True love will come with time." "Have patience," she says again. "There's nothing more to find."
He holds her as they sleep. She's silent as she weeps. Fighting another midnight war: heart against mind, hand against door. She whispers that she loves him, and in her mind it's true. Her heart says she's a liar, but she knows what to do. "Have patience," she tells herself. "True love will come with time." "Have patience," she says again. "There's nothing more to find."
Three dreams, one remembered. A perfect kiss from another. Images she can't ignore. She falls from bed to floor. "Have patience," she tells herself. "True love will come with time." "Have patience," she says again. "There's nothing more to find."
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Orange
03:11
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I guess it's just a color that sits on your soul - enhancing your image...always taking hold. Twisting my perception. Shifting my position. Lifting inhibition. Orange.
I remember the first time I saw you with my heart. I nearly fell apart as your colors let go. Twisting my perception. Shifting my position. Lifting inhibition. Orange.
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How Could I?
03:37
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It's you and me. This deviant dream. Escape reality. Slip through the seams. Soft warm air. Mood that you wear. Stripped of conscious, all on a dare. The loudest whispers drift through the walls, begging the outside: “stay in the halls.” Only the moment knows what's right. To hell with the days, I want tonight. How could I want you more? How could I need you more? How could I love you more? How could I?
It's you and me. A muffled scream. Perfect tension we barely believe. Strobing light. Infectious eyes. Perception advises bigger lies. How could I want you more? How could I need you more? How could I love you more? How could I?
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No Evil
03:53
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Mine eyes are digitized, seeing you in electric form. Not like lightening or static shock, but perfect lasers that never stop.
Mine ears are modulated, hearing you in techno form. Not like FM or static pop, but perfect timbres that never stop. This is love.
My mouth is quantized. Measured words are all you've heard. Not like poetry or metered spacing, but perfect calculus of rhythmic pacing. This is love, with my computer.
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Self Involved
03:20
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11:34 in the evening and you're sleeping next to me. I want to wake you, gently shake you, but my demons won't let me. Instead I grow tired from thinking all damn day. A dream approaches gently and I gladly surrender. There's this angel. There's these clouds. There's this disbelief away from worlds of doubt. There's this feeling. There's this kiss. There's this endless, streaming bliss.
Suddenly my eyes open and I wake up with a jolt. Somehow I don't phase you. I take my pillow and go. The TV offers comfort in the form of Jenny Jones. My pessimism dissipates as I drift away again. There's this moon and all these stars. I kinda wonder where you are. But then this feeling. Then this kiss. Then this endless, streaming bliss.
Everything shines like crystal. I'm light on balanced feet. In this dream, as I'm dancing, I finally feel complete. There's this angel. There's these clouds. There's this disbelief away from worlds of doubt. There's this feeling. There's this kiss. There's this endless, streaming bliss. There's this moon and all these stars. I kinda wonder where you are. But then this feeling. Then this kiss. Then this endless, streaming bliss.
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Too Far Gone
03:24
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Moody bastard looks in my eyes, searching for something he'll recognize. Maybe a glimmer, even a twitch, but the eyes looking back made some kind of switch. "You're too far gone," he proudly declares. "I can't get you back, so just stay there." When I hear his voice say "it's no good" it breaks me down like he knew it would. Deep inside I fear I've passed my peak. I find myself without a voice to speak.
Moody bastard turns up the music. He says, "Remember this? You used to do it. Now you're just a shell of that man. How did this happen? I can't understand." "You're too far gone," he proudly declares. "I can't get you back, so just stay there." When I hear his voice say "it's no good" it breaks me down like he knew it would. Deep inside I fear I've passed my peak. I find myself without a voice to speak.
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Point Of View
03:25
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Tastefully I decorate, or mutilate, depending on your point of view. A poem all in red for you. It's backwards too, depending on your point of view. And as my heart pours out on this paper table cloth, you scribble it out and laugh it off. And as the days pass by since you ran away, I've got less to say to you anyway. I thought I might miss you, but it turns out I won't. It turns out I don't, 'cause it didn't mean much. I thought I might miss you, but that's really not true. Now that we're through, I've got a different point of view.
Recklessly you cut me off, or set me free, depending on your point of view. I really must mean nothing to you. I'm a bad person too, depending on your point of view. And as the days pass by since you ran away, I've got less to say to you anyway. I thought I might miss you, but it turns out I won't. It turns out I don't, 'cause it didn't mean much. I thought I might miss you, but that's really not true. Now that we're through, I've got a different point of view.
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Arpeggiated Rain
04:00
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And if I could I'd make the world a perfect little place for you. And if I could I'd make this all arpeggiated rain. And if I could I’d clear the skies and make the water blue for you. And if I could I'd make him talk and tell you what to do. Hold your breath and look for Heaven, just ahead... it's there... It's all for you. The sun and the stars, and the universe too. All for you.
And if I could I'd take the pain and suffer through this too, for you. And if I could I'd get him back for doing this to you. Hold your breath and reach for Heaven just ahead... it's there... It's all for you. The sun and the stars, and the universe too. All for you.
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Kristi's Song
04:06
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The night air's hurting my tired lungs. With every breath I imagine the last one. Is it relief or retreat? Is it an end or defeat? Is it a picture perfect finish? Will I find the real me? I think I'll lay down and stare at the sky until the stars get blurry and lost in my eyes. I won't think of tomorrow. I won't think how or why. Just perfect moments like beach umbrella's in July.
Tonight the sound's ringing in my tired ears. One more melody the world never hears. Will I shake with fear? Will my life seem a lie? Sugar assault me, you won't make me cry. I think I'll lay down and stare at the sky until the stars get blurry and lost in my eyes. I won't think of tomorrow. I won't think how or why. Everything's clear in the daylight, but I'm in love with tonight.
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Cosmicity Detroit
Synthpop from the heart - for better or worse.
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