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Non-Perpetual Revolution (CD-Rom Drive) - December 13th, 2007

Non-Perpetual Revolution (CD-Rom Drive)

Thoughts of her spin through my head until I release her.


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The Tin Man (Hard Drive) - December 13th, 2007

The Tin Man (Hard Drive)

I store my love for her deep beneath my shell, remaining lost and fragmented.


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Sifted - December 12th, 2007

Sifted

Mud and sand is sifted through
My careful open hands.
Another plane revealed.
A layer of onion skin I peeled.
Where the sun was my contendor
Beating down upon my brow.
On the horizon you sat waiting
Engulfed in red and orange.
Desolate, I held you close.
Parched, I drank you in.


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Orphean Blues - December 12th, 2007

The Orphean Blues

She was gone in but a whisper
No trace, no sign, no leads.
And all of a sudden she was taken ‘way from me.

No, he didn’t look back. No, he didn’t look baaaa-aaa-aaaack.
I was left in constant searchin’. No, he didn’t look baa-aaaa-aaack.

I traveled round and round
Searched a nook or two,
A lock of her hair was on the stairs to darkened doom.

No, I didn’t look back. No, I didn’t look baaaa-aaa-aaaack.
On a lonely trip to Hades, No, I didn’t look baaaa-aaa-aaaack.

I found her spectre standing
With some ugly lookin’ dude.
Starin’ me in the eye he said, I propose this to you,

No, you can’t have her back. No, you can’t have her baaaa-aaa-aaaack.
Unless you play your magnum opus, No, you can’t have her baaaa-aaa-aaaack.

With fury and with purpose
I played a couple licks.
Before I even finished he told me I could quit.

No, I’ll give her back now. No, I’ll give her baaaa-aaa-aaaack.
Your music really moved me. No, I’ll give her baaaa-aaa-aaaack.

I was almost out the door
Her cold, dead hands in mine
frigidly he murmurred, She must follow right behind.

No, you can’t look back. No, you can’t look baaaa-aaa-aaaack.
Before you leave the gates of Hades. No, you can’t look baaaa-aaa-aaaack.

Silently I grumbled
As I walked along the path.
I tried to keep my nerves, but I looked and caught the wrath.

No, I looked back. No, I looked baaaa-aaa-aaaack.
I lost my love completely. No, I looked baaaa-aaa-aaaack.

They hated my whines and moanin’
As I poured my heart for her.
They grabbed their closest weapon while I sang I would endure.

No, you better step back. No, you better step baaaa-aaa-aaaack.
I’ll charm your sticks and stones. No, you better step baaaa-aaa-aaaack.

They set aside projectiles
And grabbed me in their hands
Tore my head from my neck and threw me where I am.

No, I can’t look back. No, I can’t look baaaa-aaa-aaaack.
My head is floating down the river. No, I can’t look baaaa-aaa-aaaack.


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