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Dinner of Champions
02:55
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I heard the mountains once. They speak in a soft whisper. Such elegance and bliss hinting at utmost beauty as this most quiet voice tickles my ear. Why would I ever try to move thee? Wasn't I warned that one cannot see the serpent in his midst when he has yet to question his own impermanence? Breathe in, breathe out. Insanity sleeps within these same old routines. I was made conscious of the fact that it was said we'd soar like eagles, but you can be assured that no wind will hold closed wings aflight. No alarm could ever startle such a deep and unconcerned sleep. These aren't the things that nightmares are made of, honey, and I believe that, deep inside, that's what scares me the most. What ever have we done with carrying the cure? Which way has passion fled? I will find myself a dinner party for the mediocre. Stones will fly at the just, while drinks are served to the acquiescent. Pass one down, I've made the worst of this.
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The King Hates Everyone
02:47
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I swear its all backward, what kind of life are we living when we bind our existence only to push us forward until we leave. I keep finding myself at Woodland and Madison, searching for inebriation in my partners face. Void of all justice and emotion. I still press on, day and day and love is simply becoming a drug I wander aimlessly after. I see that there are those who choose to end their lives, and well.. I hypocritically decide to call them weak. Little do they know of the knives in my closet and the pills under my sink. What am I for? But what am I waiting for if not waiting for an end? I find myself once again, tired, used up, and all but spent. You see I know that I want to hold on just slow down to take a breath from all thats racing. Its racing back and forth. Because quite frankly I've been pushing. I continue to embrace this pattern for so long that I can no longer even see straight, as if eyes helped me see anyway.
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Collisions
03:30
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I just can't seem to get past the fact that there is no longer any dynamic. Space and time, angles and lines, they all sing the same to me. And they will not stop singing, though there's no reason for them to utter their songs any longer. I realize that I am but a fabric on your doorstep, embellished in the dirt of your travels and the humility brought by my lowly existence. My expressed purpose has been to gently cradle your heels, and though your dance hasn't lasted long, already I am dreading the very touch of those red shoes, tearing such tender skin and reopening the same damning wounds. They've been bleeding since before we began, and they'll still fester as you take such graceful movements elsewhere. Wasn't that what I wanted? Isn't this what I've been begging to be? And, yes, I know that there are still birds in the air and fish in the seas, and they keep telling me that you can't all be the same, but I have yet to get off of my back and endure the rain long enough to feel any sort of substantial relief. I still hold the belief that there's some genuine concern out there, but tonight, nothing else matters. Tonight, I'll be found at your feet. Who needs the rain, anyhow? There are no sheep to water. I have no crops to feed.
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The Sinking Ship
03:04
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Meaningless. Get it through your head. Everything is meaningless. And for once, we must make haste. Keep lighting the torches. Prove substance, that is, if we can ever justify our actions. I'm finally understanding that, in all reality, I'm ultimately reduced to but a grain of sand, simply blowing here and there, as if a significant collision is going to make my mere passing somewhat consequential. I've even fallen in love with such calamity, and there has to be some sort of reason in all of this. I mean, I haven't been able to shake this sense of urgency for weeks now, and yet, there is no escape from the passion that's been guiding my footsteps for over 18 years. Thus begins a delicate yet ruthless eruption. My hands are still trembling. Won't you help me wash them eloquently in the well, wiping away stains that only exist in my head. It's as if beauty was made for no reason but this. I figure I'll keep wallowing in the very self-pity that I despise, but refuse to stop creating. Madness. I'm sinking into madness. And this time, I can't jump ship.
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Lady Blue Tulsa, Oklahoma
Created in early 2012, Lady Blue is the collective musical expression of Luis Quiroz and Greg Brown. Bearing a unique sound, solidified by solid musicianship and a top-notch sense of passion, Lady Blue is sure to bring a new flavor to the music of Northeast Oklahoma and the rest of the world. ... more
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