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The Gemstone Project
02:53
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Times flies by when a mark of sorts isn't made;
so here I am, making that mark...
There are so many ways to say “I don’t know how to say this”;
So why can’t I find a way to say how I feel ?
As I sit here awhile, watching the candle’s slow burning,
It’s a warmth that we seldom feel in a world so unreal.
Will what I’m trying to say be captured in a rapture,
or will it be lost to the mood of the room they all store ?
No, I know that I must convey this sweet introspection,
for to leave it behind in my mind, it's obscured even more.
Times flies by when a mark of sorts isn't made;
so here I am, making that mark...
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You and I
03:02
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Lovers fall into
an abyss of tenderness.
The world leaves them be...
You and I
We've been here
so many times.
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3. |
Above the Clouds
04:56
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Is there a tunnel, and is there a light at its end?
Is there such a thing as true love?
You’re my best friend.
I imagined finding you and the light, and the
two of you appeared on the same night.
It wasn't like the movie in my head;
not exactly like the good book said.
Tinkering with trinkets... too many
trap themselves in memories.
Yes we have fed
the clouds in our heads
but no longer are we guilty
of truly fooling ourselves
with something that will never be.
For the reigning clouds
only dampen spirits and eyes.
Yes, reigning clouds
dampen spirits and eyes.
It wasn't like the movie in my head;
not exactly like the good book said.
Is there a tunnel, and is there a light at its end?
Is there such a thing as true love?
You’re my best friend.
I imagined finding you and the light, and the
two of you appeared on the same night.
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4. |
Winter's Sight
04:20
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Peaceful, alabaster touch,
falling in the air all around...
even the cars going by
with their tired, muffled soles
are soothed in their travels.
I stand outside, listening to the almighty
silence. "I wonder as I wander"
through the yard, taking in a bit of
tobacco smoke, and dreaming of
eternal grace at the hands of my loved ones, deserving or undeserving
as I may be...
for tonight
with Winter's sight,
the full moon rises,
kissing the white earth brilliant,
tenderly waiting for someone to call out its name,
so that we may all dream of eternal grace
at the hands of our loved ones
deserving or undeserving as we may be...
Constant cream blanketing the sky
of golden cold, stealing stars
& moonlight lost...
stealing stars
& moonlight lost.
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Desolation
03:58
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A delta dawn rises on this smattering of land.
Little things like that are always here to hold my hand.
And I squeeze a little tighter as the flood waters rise,
praying to the powers for them to show me their eyes.
I know that I'll never grasp a grand design.
For a bit of comfort, I can't resolve to resign.
My questions, desires, and defenses lie within
my body and mind. I don't know what, how, or where to begin.
Because as it is, there's no end in sight.
I remind myself "this is how it always has been".
Though I struggle not to cry for what I know is right.
In desolation, my half-strength faith wears thin.
The mirrors in people's minds give me what I need.
And though I'm so empty. I resist the urge to concede.
They're not unworthy, just not equipped to understand.
True compassion: it's so hard to find in this smattering of land.
But somewhere I'm told there's laughter through our pain;
not at the expense of another's fortune will I gain.
As people near me act so unfeeling and too cold,
I'm inspired by the powers to be strong and bold.
Because as it is, there's no end in sight.
I remind myself "this is how it always has been".
Though I struggle not to cry for what I know is right,
In desolation, my half-strength faith wears thin.
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6. |
Redemption
03:22
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I used to stand with a bleeding heart in hand.
Can’t seem to leave the past alone.
Pain stays with the present, and I feel like a spider
caught in the eye of the storm that I wove.
Outside of me, the wind, warms my skin,
and death of the moment lies beyond.
The whirling dervish of the world surrounds,
but my heart still bleeds, with the curse of needs,
and hope, flickers... out of my reach.
In my youth I stood for any cause that I could,
As my love of the underdog grew.
But now, love of life has become a strange state of grace.
Everything’s neither old or new.
I’ll live in my eyes under overcast skies,
never pushing or pulling for change.
Once wisdom becomes a silent shine in my sight,
I’ll stay, as the universe slowly clears its stage,
and solace...only a silent refrain... to sustain, myself.
I forgive you. I forgive me. Amen.
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7. |
Who Knows ?
02:20
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Something's just not right. What is it that I'm missing ?
I have done my time. I've forgiven you and me.
There's nothing left to fight. Why can't I find some peace ?
Who knows ? Who knows ?
What question left to ask ? What meaning left for wonder ?
The lightning flashing fast, but still there is no thunder.
Who knows ? Who knows ? Who Knows ? Who knows ?
Some say we are free: you and me. Some know we have no home.
You're all that matters for me. Being alone is all I know, for home.
All daylight has retired. I've tried and I'm too tired.
And now I give up asking. Into dreams I am passing.
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There's a slow and perfect time, between dusk and dawn.
Lay down my head in my bed; for a spell I'm gone.
back to a place and time where all the worlds rhyme,
and all the time a vibration runs through me...
How blessed that you chose to choose me.
In the daylight, the words don't flow so well,
but the humming through the night makes my life's love right, here.
Anywhere I need to be, anyone I need to talk with or see,
I see and talk to you, and hear and sense your smoothness.
and I know you just as you were in your living time.
So our life can be kept forever, all within the everything
of the hum drum roll of always.
You left in an evening slumber, just a spell to ready yourself
for a midsummer nights' dream, but you didn't come back to sing
No it took you back home, and I grew to fall alone,
Until a warm purr grew in my soul,
bringing me back; making me whole.
and God knows in the daylight, the words don't flow so well,
but the humming through the night makes my life's love right, here.
Anywhere I need to be, anyone I need to talk with or see,
I see and talk to you, and hear and sense your smoothness.
and I know you as you were in your living time.
So our life can be kept forever, all within the everything
of the hum drum roll of always.
Oh those who hear not the music think us mad for dancing,
Yes, the purr I hear growing; I feel it vibrating in me.
That divine intervention in harmony, lasting from twilight to sunlight.
It's the one thing I pray for, it's the greatest blessing I have.
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9. |
New Again
02:35
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The promise of you being in my dreams
will always help to keep, me getting some sleep,
From you I take direction for psyche protection.
I just need your helping hand.
That sort of thing's in high demand these days.
When a teenager I tried for everything outside
And now I clearly see, something more I want to be.
Though it's such an ill condition to always be on mission,
There's so much more to see, so much more to be.
But we'll never be new again.
No we'll never be new again.
Now reflection helps me to make sense of what
can be so very void of meaning.
It's so insane to hold, a promise of fool's gold
and not pay attention to a knowledge
that can't be taught in any college.
When a teenager I tried for everything outside
And now I clearly see, something more I want to be.
Though it's such an ill condition to always be on mission,
There's so much more to see, so much more to be.
And we'll never be new again..
And we'll never be new again.
Thank God, we won't.
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Hobbes Deutsch, Jr. Tampa, Florida
My solo debut is here, and so is all of my work with Kuderski: me on lyrics, music, & vocals; Kuderski on music & production; and us both adding electronic beats & landscapes.
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