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Jarvik-13
05:52
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Observe the sun that keeps you living
Observe the hand that kindly feeds
Observe the trees that keep you breathing
And know what you've received
I was once a god before you
Amongst your kind I walked tall
Now you never come to me for anything at all
This is the pain you've given from a heart
that's driven by selfishness and pride
Eternally ungrateful
You'll one day realise
I was never born to follow
But I was never one to vent
I'll just quietly remember every word you've said
This will feed my motivation
I'm moving on to pastures green
I just need the room to function
I just need the space to breathe
I was your erstwhile vote, the great white hope
I was the apple of your eye
Now in 30 seconds your lifelong dream has died
I'm the fallen traitor in a fake container
but a real heart beats inside
I am walking wounded
My own peace I must find
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The Undreamed Of
04:49
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Does the colour of the sky or the pressure shift suggest imminent change?
And in this newly altered state, my immediate concerns are out of range
And in those final fleeting seconds before I embrace the great unknown
There's a final resignation that this rarest of birds has finally flown
This is the undreamed of and this is where I lie...
Now there's a line drawn in the sand and I've reached the point where now there's no return
So with nothing left to lose, I am happy with fresh air and lessons learned
Why should I fear uncharted waters when I'm free to stop and stare or walk on by?
I will risk what is uncertain and savour these brief moments in time
This is the undreamed of and this is where I lie...
This is the undreamed of and this is where I'll die.
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Routinely Armed
04:03
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I will consider second opinions
I will not take as gospel truth
Just for you to brush your ego
and lord it from your pulpit booth
Your only chance of elevation
You're a bird that's briefly flying by
A fleeting whim, a cursory glance now
vanished in the blink of an eye
They are gathering with their knives out
We will rise with fists flailing
I would no doubt find my feet
if the ground beneath me stopped moving
Surrounded by domestic comforts
You refuse to budge an inch
You have battened down the hatches
now your crew are feeling the pinch
When your concrete opinions crumble
to dust and rubble around your feet
And your sharpened words have come back to
haunt you with the weight of empty calories
I will scavenge lonely morsels
of your very existence
And the hazy images that shimmer
briefly in the distance
The moon may be 14%
larger in the sky tonight
But in my space there's faintly glowing
The dimmest of all lights
Your efficiency's depressing
Where is your humanity?
I'm tired of being told to focus
when I can't spare the energy
C'mon policemen
There are many faults to pick
C'mon policemen
There are many shins to kick
C'mon policemen
Make a name for yourself
There are so many tales to tell
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A sudden urge to voice my opinion
I just want clean lines, no additions
Cut out the fat, no margin for error
Just want straight talk
and to find the quickest route
And I will reach my goal of pure contentment
which has eluded me
A search for inner peace and freedom
One more house from happiness
One more payslip and I'm more or less there
I'd like to wake up with a clear head
No overhanging cloud, no worry or restrain
No harbouring of doubts, no aches or pains
Don't need a pinnacle, just a happy medium
I understand the meaning now
This doesn't need repeated
I must find my own way through this mire
and settle this.
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All things carefully measured and measured out
will come back to you in spades
So you've turned your back now on your past
but its former glories you still hail
Where d'you really want to be now you've arrived?
I can see ever clearer
the distance between you and I
They say that I was born with a skin too few
But I've been building layers to deal with the likes of you
Now I fully understand the reasons why
I comprehend the gulf that exists between you and I
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The Water Poet
04:06
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Surfacing
03:23
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This comes in colours
This comes at speed
This comes so unexpected
with a force you won't believe
This is not me
Those vicious dogs have been unleashed
Call your mothers, call your brothers
for there's nothing to tame me
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The Thinner The Ice
03:51
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There is damage
There are scars
There are permanent scars
Where there's hope there is reason to believe
There exists a way to understand
and to wilfully erase
Back then I wanted to embrace you
I wanted to forgive you
I wanted a new start
But we both know this boat has drifted
The boundaries have shifted
The water's deep and dark
And there roam the sharks
Those hungry sharks who wish to feed
So let them feed
For to resist I have no will
So let these creatures have their fill
So now no more covert disguises
No unwelcome surprises
Unveiled at every turn
No time to see which way the wind blows
I cannot stem the blood flow
This body's fit to burn
This is damage
This is permanent damage
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Richard Haswell Edinburgh, UK
Richard Haswell has recorded 30+ albums and e.p.s under his own name as well as the pseudonyms of Rhubarb, G For Gnome, Tokamaks and White Noise.
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