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Life Before Death
03:53
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Once, I left a breadcrumb trail
in this world where hungry birds hail.
As the sun fell from the sky,
I left that empty road behind.
There must've been some pages skipped;
I'd never been told tales like this.
Just because it flies & sings
doesn't give it angels' wings.
Now I clear my own path
as I walk on my way.
I have heard of a life before death...
Time's moved on. So have I.
I've seen morals become alibis.
I've been one among the fold
who's seen wolves in shepherds' clothes.
Now I clear my own path
as I walk on my way.
I have heard of a life before death...
No, I don't leap to fly.
No, I don't need a sign.
I can still read the sky.
I can still see it guides.
Now I clear my own path
as I walk on my way.
I believe in my life before death.
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Head In the Clouds
04:14
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If I could tell the future,
I'd tell everyone what I could see;
so that if everything is set in stone,
we'd all become its sculptors shaping.
If I were president,
I'd end the wars within the hour;
& though I'm sure I'd catch a bullet someday,
I'm just as sure that I'd fall smiling.
If I could fly,
I'd spend all day head in the clouds.
If I could talk to God,
then I'd ask if we could trade places
for even just one day, so I could finally
see if I could do any better.
If I could fly,
I'd spend all day head in the clouds.
And I can't tell the future,
but I can still tell the past
enough to know that dreams alone will never act.
No one needs some special power to do that.
All you need is will.
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Dying In Denial
03:47
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I thought we resolved to fight
the wasted life & never slide
from vital signs to vacant eyes
running dry.
An out-of-mind experience
of living in dependence.
Abandon all your senses.
So senseless.
Your temples so defiled,
all to die in denial.
Could've sworn the only
chemistry we'd ever need
lay in the songs we breathed.
Was that just me?
Your temples so defiled,
all to die in denial.
With such endless means,
a meaningless ending
is nothing but a crime.
You must reclaim your time.
Your temples so defiled,
all to die in denial.
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Satellite
03:24
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A lone moth orbits streetlight's flickering
halo, believes he's found the moon.
Pulls him ever closer, but he
sees no tranquility.
He scans the sky like a satellite.
Like a sharp wave breaking before
reaching the shore, frothing, aimless,
he flails graceless, tracing frantic
patterns across the night.
He scans the sky like a satellite,
awaiting replies that never arrive.
A sign, just a sign
that all is alright.
Let him not soak up that moonshine,
find the ground he's missed for some time...
Sometimes, things don't turn out as planned
if there is some Big Plan at all,
but I know you've still got it in you
to sling that stone & slay that giant.
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Once the strings are cut
& you see there was
nothing to hold you in the first place,
you can blow away
or dance unafraid
& watch as all those old ghost ropeburns fade.
I'll meet you in the place where there's no darkness.
I swear it will be just like my dreams.
Why speak of the end when we're just starting
upon our way?
There's a brilliant heat
simmering beneath
our bones that sets the heart to beating.
Possibilities
like air charged between
flashes of lightning set the flame to feeding.
I'll meet you in the place where there's no darkness.
I swear it will be just like my dreams.
Why speak of the end when we're just starting
upon our way?
So easy to forget all that we don't know.
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Alan Hague Providence, Rhode Island
Writer of songs, singer of vocal sounds, player of guitars & drums, thinker of thoughts, doer of deeds.
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