it’s been too longwe’ve been aching for daysto reach back into lightand stretch our legs we’re all running in placestand still and it’s plain to seeif only for momentwe believe we are free it’s been too longsince we stretched for the lightit’s been too longsince we took root in flight and if we cry, we cryand talk among… Read More Stretch
Originally posted on Robert Müller and the Way Home:
Lie down in the yarrow of the field Let yourself be swallowed By waves of deep green And lose the notion that it all might be a dream Upon new grass, become a love supreme An unfortunate soul trying to break through Caught in the…
It’s a matter of perspective To see outside the lines To extend beyond yourself And your borders Realize it’s all a false construct You and me is no different than us and them Unless you believe it It’s a matter of perspective
and just like that i forget to breathe again suspended midair just like i remember december will be here and gone like a train where i’m left standing … gone like a train and just like that i forget to breathe again suspended midair just like i remember
This is an unusual occurrence of a lyrics-first song. The changing time signatures keep things interesting, but the song remains very accessible. You can find the lyrics here.
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It’s always unnerving listening to playback in the studio. Not unlike being suspended in midair; either waiting for your wings to take flight, or gravity to take hold and send you plummeting.
Hey sweetness, open your eyes There’s the arch of the state line Ohio seemed so far away ‘seems so far behind Colors flying under gray skies With a hand so cold inside mine On a ride spinning around and around At the carnival At the carnival So take me back to where I come from… Read More Carnival
right back where we began nice to see you here again darkness in the heart of summer but for stars without number teases like I shouldn’t wonder seductive currents pull you under right back where we began nice to see you here again listen for the little whispers feel the friction turn to blisters darkness in… Read More Violet
It just occurred to me Early to bed – early to rise No one here can hear me The breach is miles wide If I hold on tight she’ll shake loose On wings she’ll take to flight And look down on the secrets Of a world she’s left behind … It just occurred to me Don’t stare… Read More Rail