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ⲕⲁϩⲓⲣⲏ
03:44
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I awoke, the sound of you beneath my chest
I rose to wake you, but you fell back inside
I drew the curtains, or pretending that I even had them
The sound of light in my eyes
Refracted waves of rays grew steady through the Nile mist
And I saw everything in sight
The light flowed out from Cairo into me, as if I were
The only refuge from the night
I crossed the stairs, and moving down their wooden axis
Felt the burning of the sun on my feet
The lines of window frames drew tattoos on my naked arms
And I sat down to eat
But drawn away from me as I was drawn away from it
You lay still, lying in our bed
Rethinking mysteries of where we are and who we came from
I returned, and sat by your head
The world was open then, as if there' no one left to claim it
From the famine for the low
But everything I saw was mine to have, and mine alone
And yours, just as much
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2. |
Focus on Love
04:46
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I used to think if I couldn't find hope
I should just let it all go
I used to think if I couldn't make dreams come true
I should just let them all go
Chorus:
Concentrate, focus on love
Center, now focus on love
Dedicate, focus on love
Focus, now focus on love
Dreams can be driving
Can be a distraction
Dreams can change out of nowhere
Life is so short even when hope's elusive
Hard times dissolving in air
Chorus
Bridge
Oh, oh, focus on love,
Oh, oh, reflect on love
Oh, oh, deep in the love
Oh, ha ho, ha ho, ha ho-o
Oh, ha ho, be open to love
Oh, ha ho ha take in the love
Oh, ha ho ha give back the love
Oh, ha ho, ha ho, ha ho,
ha ho, ha ho, ha ho,
Chorus
You can have it all
If you learn what all is
You can make your dreams come true
You can find bliss
Just remember it as
And remember, it will flow back to you
Bridge x2
When life seems impossible, look from a new angle
Change just one little thing
When life seems intolerable, find your true source of love
Focus, now focus on love
x2
When life seems intolerable, find your true source of love
Focus, now focus on love
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3. |
五島 桐絵
03:06
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Instrumental
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4. |
Broken Blossoms
03:43
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Why'd it have to end this way?
Instinctively, I see your eyes shut slowly
Sparing me from witnessing
Our demise
But it saw it all
Plum blossoms fall
I remember when there was no truth to tell
And the only thing I needed here was you
I shouldn’t have to say this
because the pain inside suggests to me we’re through
All blossoms fall
Plum blossoms fall:
There, he brings rays stolen from the lyric moon, he places them in her hair
And dark till dawn he crouches down, feeling her care
There, she seems moved to the dark chambers of her incredulous, frightened heart
And the long-exposed silver stream waterfall flows sunwise roundabout to the dark
Plum blossoms blow
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5. |
The Notion of Rats
03:44
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Subconscious said to me
Be prepared to be deceived
I didn't see this come, no
Your blatant lies mean you must go
You shared your truth with me
I was blind, you helped me see
Now the doors have been kicked open
Your tenuous grip on honesty, it's broken
Change is coming
It's coming hard
I know you know
You know I know
You shared your truth with me
I was lost, but now I see
Now those doors, they lie wide open
I know no honest words from you are spoken
No honest words are spoken
No honest words
Time flies
Those rats, they lie
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6. |
A society of laws
01:35
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[sampled]
Everyone has the right to the protection of the moral and material interests from any scientific, literary, or artistic production, but all these all depend on patronage and support from the wealthy and powerful. And they support what is in their interests. We do not have full freedom of expression. A creator who is silenced is imprisoned. Independent, professional creative work is unsustainable. Of course creators and publishers and producers love their work, but we should not ask too much of love. It is not the consumer's choice. We are a society of laws; there is no freedom of expression.
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7. |
a Night at the Garden
03:05
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I thought that I would say to you
What I meant for us was
Not more serious than
Waking up a marching band, our unity burns strand by strand
The feather wick is flaring bright,
We sing to hail the stars tonight
I love my flag is shining, over the dark horizon
Everything I do I do for you,
I thought I knew, you knew it too
I stood in fields of children tall
All we were was peons
We stood for lasting eons
Have you ever seen the lights shine higher?
The glowing radiance so real
The downward rolling wheel
Our day is finally at hand, we make the glory stand
Now even God is waving
His hand stretched unabating
I taste the victory in smoke wafting through city streets
Your city is no more, I've cut it down like none before
The highest steeple is a flair
Projecting fire in the air
I thought I knew what I should do
But I have failed you deathly
I cut your children's throats
I razed your city to the ground
I killed them fleeing innocent
No one's innocent
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8. |
Upon the growing gloom.
03:18
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In the darkness of night I look down and see
The ocean rising up to me
My house on the winding hill
Sits comfortable still
It's a midwinter night and the sky is dead
And nothing creeps upon the land
I feel myself alone between
the blackness of ocean spray and sand
I know inside it is light and warm
And I have pages left to write
But now, instead, when I feel the air,
I'd like to walk into the night
Chorus:
And fall into the sea
Swim as far as my arms will take me
Slip beneath the waves
Submerging
Hesitant, but expectantly
I visit friends; they're not judging me
I feel at one, I'm free
A new adventure – its choice for me
Chorus
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9. |
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I'm slipping off the coastal shelf
I'm sinking deep into my self
And if the snowmelt on the surface chills me down
I don't mind
I'll be fine
If I had to come up, I don't think I could
And if you weren't above me, I don't think I would
I am nothing but a memory confined beneath the sea
That's what I'll be
I am a shadow now, alas! alas!
Upon the skirts of human-nature dwelling
Alone: I chant alone the holy mass,
While little sounds of life are round me knelling,
And glossy bees at noon do fieldward pass,
And many a chapel bell the hour is telling,
Paining me through: those sounds grow strange to me,
And thou art distant in Humanity.
If I had to come up, I don't think I could
And if you weren't above me, I don't think I would
I am nothing but a memory confined beneath the sea
That's what I'll be
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10. |
slowly fading away
03:22
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Lingering images of her,
Wearing her silken dress
The poison to her memory,
Drifting through open web,
Ensnaring everything too big
To hold, to handle
Frustrating tries at making up,
At building, creating,
The drone of pent-up ideas
Building onto each other
The words and images away,
Caught back in their cocoon
Taken to sandy shores
And caught back, lighter, lighter
I sit in a small venue,
The well-known Penguin Café
As my body drifts to sleep,
My mind drifts through space
I don't remember anything but words.
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Colin WB Foley Sacramento, California
Strange music for strange people. Mashup albums available at drive.google.com/drive/folders/1SPll1TWXGxmYq1ftGGSzZoXrodtqL11P
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