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Cepheus Elf
02:14
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Silverlife
04:58
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sober light in the eyes that are
no one else knows is one
not that it matters one
show us where surely
a normal light is a light away
behind an old door
somewhere heart and home
home is where the fathers are
set your eye to the waters edge
and we'll reach our home
take away all the room
ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
silverlife don't kill them trees
take enough to move it palm
silverside moot your other world
you can time you can show them too
the best of the other walls
you don't have to stall all the while
to go on end endlessly
dont always run where the waters are
silverlife comin down
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Full Rose Moon
03:40
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Dance me to a fiery grave as long as I get to sigh for awhile, I guess that makes me smile. Ask me to and I'll remain until I hear you cry this year then I'll go my, I'll go my way. Let's make two of everything so if one dies, there's still one alive and we'll call it 3/4 of a life. The Full Rose Moon of 2 o o 5 revealed the Wheel and holed all my fears 'cause I guess that's what keeps me alive. Dance me to a fiery grave as long as I get to sigh for awhile, I guess that makes me smile. Ask me to and I'll remain until I hear you cry this year then I'll go my, I'll go my way.
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This Present Darkness
02:48
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instrumental
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Neptune @ Home
05:23
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Assassin is a saboteur of the abstract, must have narcotics
I have burbling fears about Friday nights' past life regression
Transcending all the tea and cards of the oracle
Confounded by the dual dreams
Its funny how you can not know where you are
and still feel like you haven't gone that far.
So now it's just the time to see into the void of oil slick and kerosene.
You know, it makes me sick and damn I am so tired of pitching my sails
I need to appeal 'cause I'd rather steal your fish
Now I know that I was fame, fortune was my star
Manifesting destiny circumvent your soul and furnish the fire
With bloody purple roses banded with twine, dripping from the ocean
Before the trident closes in I'll seduce myself into a coma
With spinning wheels of fire very, very high...hilarion hilarion
Twilight shots of prizm power
Semi-automatic cameras flashing, watch their faces glow,
They'll be there to capture the final hour of the last show
And as the yogi tries to shake the psychic from his tears
He'll be drowned with the rest of us, obscured by what he hears
Asphyxiated by the movement within the kelp, the nymph is growing
Swimming in a clandestine birthday party where cheaters always gamble
So I surmise to navigate anesthetically, curled in the slipstream
Where Neptune is @ home with psychometric phones and beer
Whiles and whiles away the years, the prophecy is near
The Universal Mind is the great weaver, life and love are it's threads.
Copper is a camouflage for aquamarine, the Alchemy of mermaids
So fancy feast your eyes, so blind, to the astral plains.
We're bribed with counterfeit bills and I wish I had a tail
'Cause then I'd be home by now.
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Moogoogaipan
02:22
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"...As his attention is exclusively directed to One sensory impression
He becomes more and more withdrawn from other conditions of the Environment, until at last he sees only the object and is conscious of nothing else."
"..Into this swept and garnished chamber of the mind, ideas can be implanted by the hypnotist. And, as a ray of light thrown into a darkened room will show forth with exaggerated force and pronouncing from the contrast of the surrounding darkness, so will the ideas suggested to the imagination of the profoundly hypnotized subject operate with immensely increased effect from the whole environment."
from the book "Hypnotism" by H. George Estabrooks (1948)
all rights reserved. excerpts used with permission.
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Subwar
05:31
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War
I could have killed you but I let you live again
And now the road you walk is what they call The End
It seems the days are done they've all been washed away
And now the time has come you're the last one out the door
War
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Daniel Hawks Detroit, Michigan
Daniel Hawks is a songwriter and recording artist recently relocated to Detroit, MI from the West Coast of the U.S. He's released 3 solo albums, an EP and a single of his own material as well as several studio albums and EP's with different bands over the years, most recently with D.on Darox & The Melody Joy Bakers which he founded in 2009 with Gilly Furuta and "D.on Darox" in Ventura, California. ... more
Daniel Hawks recommends:
Tango
by D.on Darox & The Melody Joy Bakers
Unique sound(s), lots of energy, live shows were off the hook!
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