1. |
Backslide
04:13
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i’m trying to fathom
how we claim to have progressed
become more civil and kind
when rights are stripped from the wronged
proving time and again
that justice is blind
tens, hundreds, or thousands of years
don’t seem to matter that much today
when a man is still measured
and assigned his worth
by the skin in which he is born
i’m trying to relate
in a place i don’t feel a part
more than willing to enact change
- once it appeared so black and white
now I see how totally strange
it all is…
tens, hundreds, or millions of lives
aren’t given their equal say
when a woman is still measured
and assigned her worth
by the skin in which she is born
all these millions and billions of tears
don’t seem to matter that much these days
when we are all still measured
and assigned our worth
by the skin in which we are born
honey-tongued right to your face
and poison behind your back
they’ll do anything to win the race
a bitter pill stuck inside your throat
and bile in your gut
stand your ground or be erased
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2. |
Letters from the Skipper
03:57
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so weighted - so held down
a pain to deep to discuss aloud
the dust had hardly settled
ash and paper and bone
carried aloft -
the late summer breeze - like so many letters home
the guilt so heavy - its depth uncharted
ashamed to speak of what actually happened
but we'd relive the days
the sound and sail and sun
these letters from the skipper
sent with the hope - of one final run
I STOOD AT THE BOW
AND WATCHED MY CITY RECEDE
IN THAT MOMENT THE WHEEL WAS PASSED
BUT IN HIS TIME OF NEED
I LEFT HIM IN THE HOLE
OF SORROW
TO FEND ALONE
i was never contented at the stern
watching the wake dissolve
i will pilot until my dying day
STANDING AT THE BOW
WATCHING MY CITY RECEDE
JUST A MOMENT - AND MY CHANCE HAD PASSED
IN HIS TIME OF DEEPEST NEED
LEFT DOWN IN A HOLE
HIS GREATEST SORROW
TIME HE’D SPEND ALONE
CAPTAIN
-MY CAPTAIN, O
CAPTAIN
-MY CAPTAIN, O
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3. |
The Unraveling
05:32
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Years ago and younger days
Fields of green and points of light
I wouldn’t trade what I have now
For clarity then, or second-sight
- We search for renewal and release
Cliches of time and ticking clocks
Seconds slip as grains of sand
Trying to slow the inevitable crash
Pushing back with worthless hands
- We wait for renewal and release
No running away or showing up late
This illness can’t be cured
Call it fact or call it fate
The outcome is assured
The brightly burning beauty
Can only blaze so long…
We had these grand plans
Pipe dreams without perspective
With wisdom comes a sobering fact
The end is untold and not selective
- We hope for renewal and release
Crossing the border
The edge where night begins
The beginning of the end -
Watershed…
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4. |
Lorelei
04:22
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sailing south from rotterdam
with a cargo for mannheim
they fought the wind
and downstream flow
on the waters of the rhine
in cologne to stay the night
the stories were passed around
luckless tales of
men that were lost-
their end was borne in the sound
the waters hold the secret
and wash the truth away
LORELEI-
HER MYTH WAS ON THE MINDS
OF THOSE WHO PASSED BELOW THE CLIFFS
THAT FRAMED THE RIVER RHINE
LORELEI-
SHE WAS CASTING OUT HER SPELL
CALLING WORSHIPPERS TO HER FEET
TO DRIVE THEM ALL TO HELL
one last stop in koblenz
the boatmen drank to forget
the look of fear
was in their eyes
they had to make the passage yet
the waters share with no one
the answers they retain
mannheim was a day away
through the gorge and slate mountains
off the cliffs her
call was resounding
and there the journey did end
LORELEI-
SHE STOLE MY SON FROM ME
DASHED HIS SHIP IN THE MISTY NIGHT
WASHED HIS SOUL OUT TO SEA
LORELEI-
THE FURY WAS HER SONG
MAGIC VEILED A DEADLY HYMN
THE STRONGEST MEN WEREN'T SO STRONG
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5. |
The Focal Point
04:56
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this vibration
this resonance
it’s enough to get
the matter in motion
enough to make
the moment sustain
too late when it’s ended
to do all you intended
need to find the fire
get on with the plan
a burst of light
an image burned
it’s enough to find
your way in the darkness
enough to see
enough to explain
too much talking typing
not enough living dying
need to find the focus
distractions be damned
too late when it’s ended
to do all you intended
need to find the fire
get on with the plan
brought into focus
economy of motion
- time doesn’t wait
feed back
from the signal
- time doesn’t care
to fall in love
to lose control
it’s enough to feed
this flirtation with madness
enough to hope
some sanity remains
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Gaillion New York, New York
Gaillion, \GUY-lee-on\ is a progressive rock power trio, formed in Avon, CT by Don Gunn, drums and percussion; Todd Howard, vocals, bass and keyboards; and James Vasquenza Jr., guitars and backing vocals.
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