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Aion
03:30
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I see myself on a ferry from Port Jeff to Bridgeport
And I see myself watching snow falling from the trails edge to Rainier
And I see myself with my grandfather, hooking bluefish on the south shore
And I see myself gazing the Milky Way in Joshua Tree with you.
Aion, if the content of memory find the present foreign, what proves that mine are cognizant of real life?
I see myself watching sea lions in San Francisco on the bays docked shores
And I see myself on the LIRR half-drunk with you at midnight.
A walking, talking noumenon exists beyond sensation.
My senses can’t be trusted, but neither can my memories.
Aion, I mourn for you. Why can’t I see until you leave me?
Aion, if the content of memory find the present foreign, what proves that mine are cognizant of real life?
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River Lethe
05:03
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And there’s only one way out.
And there’s only one way out of here.
It’s just that I feel like I’m free again.
Free to be myself again.
Just follow down the River Lethe.
And there’s only one way out.
And there’s only one way out of here.
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The Leading Lady
05:39
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I want to see you with your smile when I see you looking down from above.
My body follows your cue of beautiful gestures.
Fingertips reach to touch desperately for love.
But a phantom crashes the stage and cheats the denouement.
The grand drapery is closed, the final bow is lost.
Whatever was meant to be, it’s no longer meant to be.
The phantom came and possessed me.
Resigns the leading lady.
I want to see you with your smile when I see you looking down from above.
I couldn’t let you go, I was too afraid to let you go and be your own woman.
But let me tell you that I will always love you.
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Jack the King
03:36
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Listen to me, baby.
Bounarroti was not a painter.
Emily wrote her verse in private.
Krasner pledged to the holy union.
I tell you, it was never part of the plan.
Alighieri cursed Benedetto.
Carl Jung suffered a mental breakdown.
Zeldas words plagiarized by legends.
Jack the king was robbed of his marvels.
I tell you, it was never part of the plan.
No, you are never part of the plan.
Whatcha gonna say to that?
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The Source of All Things
04:41
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I want to believe that I am free from you.
Reality cast from an ancient mold.
Psyche reveals knowledge already owned.
It’s just right there.
I feel I’m free again.
Free from this illusion.
The almighty light that leads the dead back home,
It no longer sings like wind of brutal cold.
The more that is known, the less makes sense to sense.
The source of all things revealed after or before?
It’s just right there.
I wonder if I should tell you my feelings in this moment?
No.
All of my feelings, all of the time!
I feel I’m free again.
Free from illusion.
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Ex Materia
03:26
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Feel the words,
And I love the words.
The words I feel can’t be spoke.
Words I feel cannot be written.
The words I feel were not made.
Ex Materia.
See your face,
And I know your face.
Your smile is mine.
My smile too.
The pain you feel,
It’s an ancient pain.
But I’m here for you.
I am here.
Ex Materia.
It all started right here.
It all started deep inside.
It’s right there.
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The Narcissist
04:43
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The narcissist takes her drink.
The narcissist swears she’s functioning.
The narcissist forged intrigue
With men that she cannot stand.
The rent is not cheap
And her spirits dry.
Another lackey complies.
The narcissist now proclaims:
“I’m better than you!
The taming of a shrew.
Nothing noble, nothing true.
I’m better than you!”
The narcissist bets her chips.
“No talent surpasses mine!”
If only her artist friends knew
What the narcissist really thought of them:
“The hierarchy was righteously built
To keep the intellects free from the vermin!”
The narcissist strikes again!
“I’m better than you.
The taming of the shrew.
Loving you, honey,
Ain’t a good look for my reputation.”
Feel the pain that I feel?
No.
Pain is pain.
Does a narcissist feel pain?
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Take my heart, don’t ever let it go.
Crater is a deep lake.
Bone is jewelry.
Forest is an Oxford-bound book.
All the torture and the pleasure-
Still I am, I am as me.
Will the soul within the coffin
Ever abandon ship?
Torture, pleasure: what will suffice?
Torture and pleasure; free us, please.
Do you understand what it is I understand?
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