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Introduction
02:03
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2. |
Dream Landscapes
01:18
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Droplets of rain on a windshield
Shining like diamonds
in the artificial light of a street lamp
The way the streets look at night
only minutes after rain
The way the shadows fall during a summer sunset
Sunset in an unknown place
The twilight of a dream.....
G.S., 6/15/76
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4. |
As The Sky Turns To Fire
02:54
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5. |
Audience
01:46
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The ghosts of genocides past
Scream their defiance at the world
that stood and watched
They do not die so easy
The unjustly murdered scream for their revenge
I hear them in my nightmares
I see them in the street at dusk
I feel their cold dead fingers on the back of my neck
When the winter winds blow
I taste their blood in my wine
I smell the stench of their long dead shells
Wafting down the winter wind
And screaming.....
Indians
Christians
Blacks
Armenians
Muslims
Aztecs
Jews
All peoples
Leaves of the same tree
Do not die so easy
And they watch NOW
G.S., '83
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6. |
The Center
02:57
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Here, in this place,
Dream pasts and realities collide with the grey present
And stare in wonder at the possibility of seismic future.
Walls black with yesterday's visions
Rooms rich with special, personal scents.
Circles forming,
Cycles repeating,
In an endless confusion,
Time through time,
Past through present
To past again.
In one way I have found a center.
In all ways I have found a riddle.
Why I am and what this place is, I don't really know.
And I'm still waiting.
G.S., 6/3/80
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7. |
For Ann
07:15
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The love that's strong in the wake of disaster
Soon fades in the warm light of morning
The beauty disappears and the mind clears
Lines get harsh
And people get ugly once more.
I saw your face before what we thought would be oblivion.
Futuristic, Apocalyptic,
The background holds meaning.
And as we waited for the final flash
Ugly selfishness vanished and we loved each other,
Clung close, waiting for the flash:
But it never came.
We drifted apart
And you grew uglier,
And I decayed from the inside out.
We wandered with each other for a while,
Aimlessly
Roaming the morning city:
grimy
busy
utterly doomed.
Then we saw the doctors,
you wouldn't tell me what was wrong neither would they;
you seemed to hate me Why is my old friend here
why are you foaming at the mouth and convulsing, him too
The doctors glare at me they pull you both
forcefully into
the inner office door
Never to return?
Adrenaline surging I stumble swiftly down the
plush gold carpet staircase thin walls
As I walk along the city street,
Trying to find my way home and thinking I remember it,
I pass an office building another old friend of mine,
A teacher (nice lady, fond memories) is working at.
It seems like another hospital waiting room.
I rest my elbows on the counter.
She's glad to see me,
but sniffling a lot and her eyes water.
She's got some kind of bug that's going around.
Says everyone else does too.
G.S., 6/3/80
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8. |
Running Water
03:45
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He of the sea-rat's beard
Eagle eye and scale claw
Testimony of a farewell to men
Anchors away boy, anchors away.
Dark sea night and brine green tide
Vampire running water's bride
Carnival Ferris wheel lights the way,
Lights the way.
Her white dress wet with sea-tears shines,
Blows pale and cotton in the moonlight;
Running water bars the way,
Shocks and convulses with cascade of change.
Their love on dust of dead time dines,
Grows long in shadows on floors of night.
Fading by the light of day...white lite repulses...
vanish into smoke
And oblivion unknown
Until the night returns
With longing, and tears,
And visions of a loved one,
Far away.
See the water run,
Changing,
Rearranging grains of sand,
Never bringing in the tide.
Her white dress wet with sea-tears shines,
Blows pale and cotton after midnight;
The sea-rat groans and shakes
As cursed warmth flows from his eyes.
The ocean winds blow cold
And ripple time across the moonlit waves;
These lost from times of old
Are only new ones born in modern graves;
A union killed by circumstance,
The sea-rat and the sailor's daughter;
Two vampires trapped on distant shores
Share only tears
And running water.
G.S., '83
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9. |
Black Sunsets
06:36
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In my mind I see
Black sunsets
Falling on the fields
In my mind I see
Eternities
And dream cities of everlasting night.
In my mind I see
Scattered starfire
Blazing distantly in the twilight sky.
In my heart I feel
The loneliness of death
And the nights that lie beyond.
In my mind I see
Bright visions of darkness
That dwells within my very soul
Consuming darkness
Inhabiting my origin,
Devouring me whole.
I feel as if I'm turning into everything I hate.
I will not accept this monstrosity
and take it as my fate.
I'm getting what I always wanted,
But the darkness is undaunted;
I'm so busy fighting to keep my mind in one piece
That what I once sought for comfort
is no longer a release.
I tried to believe I'd been making something
out of nothing,
Creating monsters out of thin air;
But they continue to haunt me
And flaunt me as a symbol of their power:
"Once his own, now he is ours".
Playing games within the context of time,
They continue to program and re-arrange my mind,
Until I've become the horrors I once dreamt of.
They play with my destiny,
Try to re-route the path I've chosen to take in life;
I seek freedom from hatred, competition and strife,
Incredible beauty and sanity and order.
I live insecure, for I live on the border
Between this world and the next
In the land where every nightmare comes true.
Watch well where you wander, for next time
It may be you.
In my mind I see black sunsets
Falling on the fields;
In my mind I see eternities
And dream cities of everlasting night;
In my mind I see scattered starfire
Blazing distantly in the twilight sky;
In my heart I feel the loneliness of death
And the nights that lie beyond.
G.S. 6/3/81
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10. |
Cold Sky
05:39
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In urban chaos
We hide in the shadows
Wasted lives stretch behind us
We hide in the streets
Traveling sideshow
The black hound watches
From the carnival grounds
As dusk falls
The rabid and the lonely
For what do we thirst
Perhaps for the void
We knew before birth
Beneath the cold sky
No trace of warmth left
Wonder why
Maybe it was never there
Alleys of cold rest
Newspaper bedsheets
The insane and the outcasts
Sleep where they can
Beware of the lone ones
For we are the deadly
Unloved for too long
We wait for our dance
Show us your bad side
We'll show you your graveside
Show us your love
And you might have a chance
But beneath the cold sky
No trace of warmth left
Wonder why
Maybe it was never there
Joined forces and built our power
Almost ten years time ago
Roamed the land to find disciples
Pulled from gutters, broken homes
No one knows just where he came from
Sent to lead this ragged band
The carnival is just a cover
A refuge for the legions of the damned
Churchgoers praying
Fill the indifference
With meaningless insights
Of word and sound
Praying for something
To make life worthwhile
Praying for peace
But no answer comes
Still the world spirals
Continues the pain
Apathy rising
Who cares why
Out in the cold sky
No trace of warmth left
Wonder why
Maybe it was never there
G.S., '82
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11. |
Erebus
02:21
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A rolling of tympanies
From out of the darkness
Flashes from the outer realms
Reveal the prince of Erebus
Royalty of the dark
Silent night
Lay claim to the rotting grandeur
Born in the new day of timeless light
Proof of ignorance
Unnatural wastelands, unasked for but paid for
In full, down the line
Don't ask by who, it's been buried
In the dark gray morning
A bell sounds
As the prince of Erebus is revealed
Not as foe but as avenger
A reminder of the days before
A clown in a suit of darkness
The darkness beyond the door
He who has kept the score
And keeps a lone vigil on a silent midnight hill
Waiting.
G.S., '83
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I hold the world for ransom
Within my brain lies great cataclysm
For universes lie hidden in the brain cells
And a single mind could burn this universe out.
I hear your wretched minds screaming non-stop
And if you don't shut up then the bombs will drop
Look me in the eyes
As my mind sets the world on fire
Burning in my heart is an everlasting funeral pyre
Your ignorance and hatred towards me
just feed the flames
You can't hurt me anymore,
not one of you, I know your games
Call me a freak
Call me a liar
And I will laugh when your world is on fire.
I hold the world for ransom- leave me alone or die
I hold the world for ransom- leave me alone I cry
I hold the world for ransom- leave me alone or die
I hold the world for ransom.
G.S., 8/15/81
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