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I wear black
It reflects on my mood
Stirring, restless, unfulfilled
I tell you, it's not being cool
I still wear black
It reflects on my mood
Stirring, restless, unfulfilled
I'll level, it's not for cool
When I'm calling
I'm falling…
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Don't give me attention
Don't forget your halo
I will tip-toe 'til you're ready
You're barred if you call me
Don't like it when the bell rings
Do we battle from the get go?
You turn up: I am aching
Are you better to ignore me?
All…
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'Miserere' is a melancholic song about the absence of god that sounds like synth pop but with harmonies from a church choir.
*Lyrics*
Miserere
Have mercy on me
So tenderly cleanse me though I don't believe
Through your dark deeds you cannot…
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Dec 2023 REM
*Lyrics*
Ask me, don't tell me
I'm biding my time for now
Since you took your leave
It's vital then, vital now
Since we departed
Close up my door
And block out all the "sorry for your loss, dear"
Go now
Are we…
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*Liner Notes*
"Curving and Something Else" has ended up being about memory loss, in the bleak, end-of-life, Alzheimer's way.
I'm not a a sufferer (yet!), just an observer. I write songs in this melancholic style ... which requires an sympathetic…
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*Liner Notes*
Was thinking of flexing the vocal synths -- rather than trying to disguise them -- but they just grated -- even more than usual! So went for a subtler, um, heavy breathing motif. Maybe I'll get bolder with the vocal gymnastics going…
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There was a time when
We'd be scuttling, running hard
Cops on tail
And grins on faces
There was a time when
We'd be aching
Bleeding slow
All worth the time incarcerated
They said we wouldn't go far
Looks like they got it right then…
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Needs reworking to remove Stripped drone/engine ... was enjoying myself too much!
Let the storm break
Let the storm break on me
When balance fails
Please stumble into me
Let the storm break
Let the rain fall hard on me
Not all days…
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Build an impression
Straight brush, curving round
Claude's subtle gestures
Light touch, hence no sound
Heart never opened
Hardly dented
Not a great state
To leave your pillow or your soul
When you ignore me
Then final warnings sound…
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I think that I'm
Incapable of thought
I craft and work
As that's what I've been taught
But see no joy in Rothko or Matisse
Their brushstrokes leave me cold
A value you can't teach
Teach me to feel pain
Teach me how to love
I think that…
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