1. |
Best Left Unsaid
03:39
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I have been watching a shit ton of Hayao Miyazaki films
Wondering if he is a Marxist
Something that I'm not has been masquerading itself within and without me
But I'll sit here and watch until it's gone
But it justifies
My intuition, that I'm free
And it hides away
All the lies that tell me, what I need
I have been in far too many pointless friendships
But the truth be told, there's only been some
Friends they come and go, never knowing if they'd be the one to keep it all together
I wonder if they know, that I'm the one that's gone
They never justify
My intuition, that I'm free
But it fortifies
All the lies that tell me what I need
And out of all of those secrets that are best left unsaid
It seems that one has escaped my head, but at least I'm more free
And no amount of disarray can wipe all those tears away
But I just fade, away
And out of all of those secrets that are best left unsaid
It seems that one has escaped my head, but at least I'm more free
And no amount of disarray can wipe all those tears away
But I just fade, away
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2. |
.com(rade)
02:54
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We are all so lonely
Vast world, yet nobody
Raised on a digital landscape
Just cain't seem to find a break
Can't sleep every night
Feel like I gotta make up the lost time
Blue lights, they glare in my eyes
At least I can indulge my lies
Show me why
Tell me why
Why we can't escape
This device
This big lie
That we all embrace
It begins
With the sin
Of the way we are
Cut off all the things that we find
Blasted with corporate broadcasts
Mind bent to the will of the money bag
Getting paid, just to consume again
That's what it is now living on the weekend
It could be, that we have some friends
The ones who make it all worth the end
Let's move on, leaving without a trace
Maybe that's why we're here in the first place
Show me why
Tell me why
Why we can't escape
This device
This big lie
That we all embrace
It begins
With the sin
Of the way we are
Cut off all the things that we find
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3. |
Circle of Suffering
02:20
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You, light the fire and the soul begins
It's ripe with desire and falls to sin
And we know the story, you hear it now and then
Cause that circle of suffering spins once again
That circle of suffering spins once again
The fear of dying has come to take its hold
A knife cuts the skin but mars not the soul
Lines in the skin they map the road to hell
And that beacon of authority has come to take and tell
And that beacon of authority has come to take and tell
And the soul leaves the body
All around the way
It's ripe for the harvest
And that day it is today
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4. |
Seraphim
02:17
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5. |
What Will Befall Us
04:35
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I feel nothing
Though I walk through this dream
Death is distant
Yet plagues my self-esteem
You look to those
Who say you amount to none
Death is silent
Yet we still run
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The Wandering Ghost Salt Lake City, Utah
Genderqueer Blackened Folk Punk hailing from the Wasatch Front.
Also in the SLC folk punk band: Captain Daniels and the Sunnybrook Sailors.
The Wandering Ghost recommends:
A New Colossus
by Captain Daniels and the Sunnybrook Sailors
Literally the coolest people are in this band, I'm super proud to play with them
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