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"Some time passes... and I can see
visions of unforsaken nights in the
past. I imagine the blank slate:
clear, re-writable lives and loves.
So leave me to my personal devices,
because I am born again, then again...
No. Forever it shall be until the end,
and never again."
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Midnight blue star-studded backdrop, all of us
searchlights for another “perhaps-something-better”.
And desire's burning rain drops land on desert sand
as we're softly drifting techtonic across lava undercurrent, like
rearranging plates on the global dinner table. Lava, seemingly
soothing hot honey flows as in teacups… coating the cough
of a planet struck to its core... and the aspirations of conscious,
hopeful searchlights surf to the four corners of what is known,
to discover that which remains unknown to anyone… ever.
Wallpaper peeling, amber and crimson
Layers of trust form after the gruesome
Shades of desire, burning brush strokes
We lose our script fondly after our spirit chokes
Phenomenon teaches as the blood boils
The heart heats up loving as our mind toils
For it is only when the clear path is lost
That we discover the meaning of cost
And so… here we are, traveling the cosmos
for as long as time allows, with whatever
so much of God’s good grace we have left.
All our reasoning… lost,
as we’re wandering techtonic.
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Furtive fingers find a place to rest.
Honey hazel eyes what do you fear?
Today is done; your head tortured and messed;
If you hated James Dean, he would appear.
I close your faded green Venetian blinds;
and lay you down on satin and a bed of pine.
Now close your eyes, and count backward in time
to iridescent moons, mountains, star-shine.
You find mother in vagabond annunciations.
You see Jesus in others' worldly contemplations.
You can find Confucius in affluent nations,
And you can come home with me tonight...
If communion is what you’re seeking,
Then ask yourself before havoc’s reeking
Need not feel ashamed if you’re found peeking.
Time exists to heal the part that’s leaking.
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Orca
05:31
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Oh, you gotta talk to me
as the priceless ponder their fail-safe ties
as the darlings turn, shout, snap, and do it again
as lifeguards signal the danger of a rising tide
Oh, you gotta talk to me
as the sheiks buy and empty out pandora's box
as countless 1,000's die for oil approval
as we wash ourselves clean in steaming waters running
meet my gaze, beautiful orca
talk to me, beautiful orca
get me laughing, beautiful orca
take me home, beautiful orca
lay me down, beautiful orca
stay for awhile, beautiful orca
I need to forget what love is.
Oh, you gotta talk to me
as acid snow falls on a burning homeland
as the gracious hands only give to themselves
as the ties between it all are unclear and disowned
Oh , you gotta talk to me
as we discover the truths and wish we hadn't asked
as a depressed man takes his last dose of gladness
as tissues are used to soften the blow
meet my gaze, talk to me,
get me laughing, take me home,
lay me down, stay for awhile,
beautiful orca
I need to forget what love is.
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Quetzalcoatl
02:31
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You worship pagan idols,
And burn holy bibles...
and you still think that's fun ?
See, you were my favorite snake with wings,
and how my mind did the wrong things
When I trusted your gun.
So every night, I worked and prayed
to satisfy desires kept at bay,
and hoped that you'd consider
That some of my thoughts that lead me to you
weren't blessed, sweet, kind, or true.
Now we're old and close to bitter.
All the things that I hoped to see
were only pieces of your mystery.
And everything I thought I would know
was only a dream drifting in midnight snow.
C'mon and test me; I know that you won't best me.
Quetzalcoatl with a hidden heart of gold ?
How I lied to myself, needing to be told
that you were good for me and kind.
And you're still looking for a prodigy ?
Dark angel, you only wanted a part of me.
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Sweet Dark Chocolate
04:58
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Staring at your pictures and I
turn my mind around to believing
you have the knack to set this
last chance heart a-beatin'.
Should I try, to testify, my head
is burning, from the inside out,
and everything is just so heated.
Can't you see what it's, doing to me ?
So many ways to say that I need you today,
but I'm careful with my chances.
Something inside wants to call out "brother",
but what if your lips, don't know the phrase ?
Time is something I have in sheets, and
gray takes wonderful balance beams away.
Yes, I know that I'm just rambling on,
but... you... see... I...
Need the breathe of slow down;
need the depth in sweet dark chocolate.
Made a bed of infatuation;
need the depth in sweet dark chocolate.
Turning colors in my dazes;
need the depth in sweet dark chocolate.
Happy endings come in phases;
need the depth in sweet dark chocolate.
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In the times of a life,
in a truthful moment,
I turn to you.
When I fall, when my pain turns to numbness,
and all is noise and condemnation
All that I desire is the Chestnut abyss of your
wide eyes, drowning in the hateful pain
of some around us. It gets me into walking with you.
In the beating I take from tearing mouths of madness,
When my focus lost and abandoned.
I find the pulse of the only one who gets my mind,
and brings my soul back on the inside.
Back from a senseless stillness surrounding,
I rediscover a true lover of the comets,
constellations, and crickets chirping,
Day to day, your heart never grows tired of me,
and your scientific savior rules the strange
grace that you wrap me up within, giving
confidence and safety in our trust between us.
Truly, I know this, and
I know you truly.
In the times of a life,
in a truthful moment,
I turn to you.
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Of the many strange things
That I just don’t see here
A weeping willow is my favorite
It reminds me of the desire to love
And what a painful death
Desire can bring
And that real love given
Is the only savior
Emerald tears falling
In the morning kissed with dew
I used to see them streaming
Caught in mid air in the evening
By swirling winds, like banshees
The silent wailing
As the alluring sadness in the siren’s beckoning
To the wandering sailors longing
To wreck on some mist laden isle
A melancholy harmony.
You see… the lady Misery loves company
Because of desire to have what she can not
That is what we should hold in our heads
Of the many strange things
That I just don’t see here
A weeping willow is my favorite
It reminds me of the desire to love
And what a painful death
Desire can bring
And that real love given
Is the only savior
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Tigerlily
06:16
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Tigerlilies rest their stems in vases of horizons true.
What do these things mean to you ?
Spring across the meadows, you majestic buck,
and find yourself in heaven with plenty luck.
Time and fortune will come to you; you deserve it,
because karma never will fail to reserve it.
You have so little; you have so much,
longing for what you believe is a gracious touch.
Tigerlily, rest your head, and let flow those crystal tears.
Spring accross the dessert, majestic dear
It's all for you: this time when you will grow.
It's all for you: this time while you still know.
Time and fortune will come to you; you deserve it,
because karma never will fail to reserve it.
You have so little; you have so much,
longing for what you believe is a gracious touch.
Though your heart never knows peace,
Don't worry; you'll find a way to sleep.
Don't worry; you'll learn to love well.
Just speak your truth, and sing with your soul to tell
what you think you need. Just stay awake and alert.
Be careful with your chances, because you will hurt.
For in all of this, you will find your goal.
For in all of this, you will find your whole.
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Midnight Blue (Reprise)
03:01
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Wallpaper peeling, amber and crimson
Layers of trust form after the gruesome
Shades of desire, burning brush strokes
We lose our script fondly as our spirit chokes
Phenomenon teaches as the blood boils
The heart heats up loving as our minds toil
For it is only when the clear path is lost
That we discover the meaning of cost
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11. |
An Homage Supernatural
04:53
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To my beloved Ghost,
Sometimes, I think to myself that I'd be happier how things were in the beginning of knowing each other: the passion. Then I think, I really can say that, despite our arguments and day to day trials... You can always make me laugh; you have a knack for fixing things; you try to help when and where you can; we help each other out by talking through our ideas, our emotions, just... talking.
Most importantly... for loving me despite my illness, with the patience it takes, caring about my wellbeing and happiness. You've reassured me that you're not going anywhere. You've reassured me that if that genie comes around, your first wish would be for my mental troubles to vanish, the anguish overcome. You believe in wishes and hoping for the best for me. You believe in saving the word "Love" for what it stands for. You believe that saving the word "Love" strengthens what it stands for. Love with you could never be overrated.
I fell for you in one of the most uncommon ways anybody has. Now we're in our 10th year together, and are still choosing each other, working through our troubles, together. And so, it's not the same as at the start. It's better now. :) I love you, and always will, my funny valentine.
Love,
Hobbes
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"Grow in the world. Let the world grow."
Something I didn't know, that I do know now,
but how it eludes me at times, especially when
the bells chime outside from the Church on the
hill. See, the worshipers there still have a grab at
my soul. Love to play cards with my destiny, can't
accept that as meant to be. But still it exists
evidently, tormenting me, relentlessly. And after
all my time spent, I wish I could relent to flowing
change. Had enough of growing strange, and such
pride in my pain, again and again, again and again...
John Lennon sought peace and foretold his bold,
cold-hearted killer in an interview (the good one's
are far between and few), I mean where's the
good in his suffering ? But thank you John Lennon
for your message of peace. Such grief must be
left behind.
A heaven sent, painted-on wall stands tall, by your
home. Over the years, healing messages left here,
loud and clear. An homage to your cause these
good-hearted soldiers of solace comfort all of us.
We've been leaving messages to the world,
and after all the years passed, elapsed,
they've whitewashed the wall's beauty.
Meant to be ? Honestly ? I don't know,
but eventually, an anonymous soul with a
penchant for brilliance, invoked his muse
and these eight words she did choose.
"Grow in the world. Let the world grow."
Something I didn't know, that I do know,
now. Yet somehow, I'm certain I'll need
reminding a few times more before my
curtain call. So I wish you all the best,
not in jest. This my testament sincerely
sent from me to you. Be true to your soul.
That's the whole. That's the whole.
Goodnight and God bless.
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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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