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Amethyst Stymied
06:07
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Time after time, there are negative thoughts. My composure under strain. And indulgence is too easy, and all my dreams come out the same.
Calm comes along as a fleeting affair. Loss of balance, loss of grace. Some protection is important, and some connection, a little faith.
Tye amethyst, thy at amethyst tye. A thyte me yet, thyte y am. Me a same thyme, mayne tame myst hat, the styme e myst hat, streat thy same.
Styme meth e styme, myte thy streat y stat team. Streat y stat thame, a thy styme. Teath me at stat, myst myte heat mate, steam heat thy meth thame, a the thyme.
Time after time, thy at amethyst tye. My composure, thyte y am. And indulgence, mayne tame myst hat. And all my dreams streat thy same.
Styme meth e styme, as a fleeting affair. Streat y stat thame, loss of grace. Teath me at stat, is important, steam heat thy meth thame, a little faith.
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Day's Dawning
02:37
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In a house, in a terrace, in a city, sits an older one. Who looks hard for some meaning in his work and daily life.
And the more that he looks at what is in and what's outside of him. So the truth is within grasp, but escaping all the time.
Caught in an uncertain mind which is uncomfortable, caught inside a place that has inhibitions. Lie awake until day's dawning. Lie awake in restless state and searching for some peace.
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Dot Dash
04:28
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Coded messages have been sent out. Half of us know what the other half means. More little messages sitting in a row. Take a chance to implant something not quite right. Put it all out discreetly.
I thought you knew what I said? How could you not have heard me? I thought you knew I was right? Silence was acquiescence. I accuse you of lying, it's so clear to see.
Seems like we are not on the same page. Not the same chapter, not the same book.You're frustrating me and I'm frustrating you. Why can you not hear me? I can't hear you too. Call it all off, completely.
I thought you knew what I said? How could you not have heard me? I thought you knew I was right? Silence was acquiescence. I accuse you of lying, it's so clear to me.
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Blank Out the Night
02:56
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Don't you cry, it's quite alright, don't be scared. Hold me tight, blank out the night, comfort's here. Try to think of nice things that you'd like to do. Like playing in the park.
I won't go, I promise you, close your eyes. No-ones here, just me and you, we'll be fine.
Try to think of nice things that you'd like to do. Like singing in a band. I could bang upon a drum or two. And that could be our little plan.
We can bang upon a key or two. And that will be our little band.
Ask me how I know these things, I'll reply. Monsters come and monsters go, all the time. Try to think of nice things that you like to do. Like riding on the swings. The roundabout can be quite fun, and horses mounted on a spring.
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Tension
04:15
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I've been standing in the doorway, staring out as the world goes by. I don't feel too connected, it's as if there's a wall inside. Walking back to the kitchen, think it over one more time.
Which way? How can I ever choose? How can I ever find a path that's true? True?
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Patterns of Decay
03:35
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Patterns of nature and human endeavour. Surprising change of colour and form. Where decay has altered design The two have merged in beautiful one. When things are new they slowly move to nature's tune.
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Sad Piano
01:14
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The Time has Come
06:03
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Walk On
01:27
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Walking on a path, walking on a path to your house. Seeing all the trees and buildings living and breathing. And the time has come to this point, as it ways does, with a fear and expectation fighting inside.
Other people walk, other people walk on this path. Heedless to the trees and buildings living and breathing. And the time has come to this point, as it always does, with their fears and expectations fighting it out.
Why does this moment thrill me? As it does. What else is left except now? And the meeting of minds to come. If I knew what it could or it could not be then it ends.
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Fear of Fiasco
04:47
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Lost among the boggy grasses. I feel so alone, and quietly frightened, but no, I don't want to be somewhere else. Be thankful now for what you've got. What you see is what you Get aboard the train to Seaford. And walk for a while, with friends you don't see now, but yes an indelible memory. A dope fuelled fiend is what you are, smoking in the toilet at the back, which looks out on the track.
Central to evolving story, are pullys and caps, and marching for glory, but when catching bands at the Elephant, the life you see is what you want, Careful what you wish you Get to be a Beatnik poet, or play freely with an instrument blow it, but now, all the air is so thick of it, and what you've had is what you want, keep the spirit, love with all your heart and don't let us remark.
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Mock Turtle
04:37
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12. |
Shame
04:11
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March Dance
03:56
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Kevin Figes UK
Kevin Figes is a saxophonist, flautist, composer, arranger, musical director, educator, and producer. His latest recording 'Wallpaper Music', is a unique amalgamation of a wide range of influences, including rock, free jazz, contemporary classical and folk. It oscillates between lyrics, melodies and open improvisation. Music pursuing its own way, pushing against the mainstream or any one genre. ... more
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