Echoes comes from staring at the ceiling in the unknown hours of night, not sure if it is midnight or 4am, sleep runs from the feeling that everything is going round and round like the ball we all live on, endless tic-tocks making fun of counting sheep, ticking me off for no reason - like the best I can do is just an echo of other attempts before me. The funny thing is slowly realizing reason despite all odds: reason to write a song about not having a reason. Maybe that is the best motivation for life, keep going anyway because the reasons come later.
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WREST
// January 28, 2018 //
Haven’t we fought enough
for things we will not win?
Is there any prize
For taking pain and lies
and never giving in?
Come close and
surrender secrets
Any chance here for
a white flag without regrets?
All my insides shout
is the cliché army rout
Like the boy who cried wolf
no laugh here a shout too late
Well behind the pack
great hero warning of attack
Now save us from ourselves
Too late when
once again the beasts
come from within
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We could call this my Nocturne No.1
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I love this song so much, possibly the most beautiful heartbroken ode to the human condition.
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night is often
I feel death is all i’m living
often im far above flying
happy thoughts tho they often make me cry
sometimes i dream dreams where i never wake up
when i find someone to love
all i think is about losing them
sometimes all i want is what i cannot have
the night is often my best friend
my worst moment comes in again
every week feels the same
and there’s no one to blame
the silence echoes in my mind
i heart notes from a different time
when now was all i wanted
sometimes i say nothing to see who is listening
often all that’s warm is my breath
each one counting down to death
anything left is fair play
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DUST
// from August 23, 2013 //
Woke up again to the chill
wind blowing in from the world
sat up and warmed up my will
these late nights it’s been so still
no one to trust anymore
while the earth chases its tail
i’d like to open one door
and find out what i’m here for
shout it out
it’s all dreams
Dusty dreams
all turns to rust
rise up to live
tho all we give
is thrown away
every move right
turns out right wrong
all will turn from trust
and dreams go to dust
if truth’s told who will hear
why do wise men say little
and fools shout wild without fear
can i find one sane soul near?
i dream of warmth and sun
a day to wake eager
for the race i’m made to run
and sweet rest when it’s all done
i dream of finding gold
in the dust left from those
racing about as they’re told
to fit in before hype is old
voice with me
risen from the fall
Hold back holding back
Open eyes stand tall
One more breath
could be worth it all
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