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Andrew Robinson
Apr 2012
Barometrics (A ****** of Fates)
By Andrew Robinson
[Solo intro]
[Clean Phase I (instr.)]
[Clean Phase II, verse]
At the blistered contacts
At the suit of flies
Come to recover
Come bite to pry
Careful corrosion
Ornate rusts, they run
The rotten circumference
Expire in change
The fade verse subsides
As wounds bleed their age
Lacquer sick on the flesh
Drunken fathoms
Drink me!
[Clean Phase III]
[Distorted Phase I over distorted Phase III]
[Distorted Phase II, verse]
Seeped warp of walls
A sanguine distance
Steeped liquor, combine
An astral chance
With combustion and form
Fevers masked in blood
Calls dissonant pulse
Drag our sour roots
Throats of the rip tide
Choke lecherous grooves
Bore forty knots haste
Set bones with the mud
Come Skye!
[Distorted Phase IV, chorus]
Over the silence
Nerves contract
Over the sun
The waves sing back
From the rubble
I’ll come home, to you
[Distorted Phase II, verse]
Wet mottled and suture
Yet the coursing ache
Brims ******* flotsam
Pulls at our wake
My contour dissolve
Key strokes soak
Color!
Me a new world
[Distorted Phase I over distorted Phase III]
[Distorted Phase IV, chorus]
Over the silence
Nerves contract
Over the sun
The waves sing back
From the rubble
I’ll come home, to you
Cover the oceans
In ashen stars
Cover the night
Our tempest hearts
Somewhere I have a mind
To hold on to!
[Cesura]
[Distorted Phase V, bridge]
She wanes
Wading out the shallow
Of the lights, an engine of ink
‘hind my eye
Due depth
Shake horizon’s fray
Withered wind of the sea
My decay
[Clean Phase III, bridge cont.]
When hell wakes
And manifests the clasp
Of the calloused oil
In my hands
And the blade
I’ll send my pride and crass
Beside my crimes and guilt
Out to shore
With brittle oars
[Distorted Phase IV, chorus]
Over the silence
Nerves contract
Over the sun
The waves sing back
From the rubble
I’ll come home, to you
Cover the oceans
In ashen stars
Cover the night
Our tempest hearts
Somewhere I dream of you
In tides!
Oh, in tides!
[Clean Phase I over Distorted Phase III; slow and fade to end]
By Andrew Robinson
[Solo intro]
[Clean Phase I (instr.)]
[Clean Phase II, verse]
At the blistered contacts
At the suit of flies
Come to recover
Come bite to pry
Careful corrosion
Ornate rusts, they run
The rotten circumference
Expire in change
The fade verse subsides
As wounds bleed their age
Lacquer sick on the flesh
Drunken fathoms
Drink me!
[Clean Phase III]
[Distorted Phase I over distorted Phase III]
[Distorted Phase II, verse]
Seeped warp of walls
A sanguine distance
Steeped liquor, combine
An astral chance
With combustion and form
Fevers masked in blood
Calls dissonant pulse
Drag our sour roots
Throats of the rip tide
Choke lecherous grooves
Bore forty knots haste
Set bones with the mud
Come Skye!
[Distorted Phase IV, chorus]
Over the silence
Nerves contract
Over the sun
The waves sing back
From the rubble
I’ll come home, to you
[Distorted Phase II, verse]
Wet mottled and suture
Yet the coursing ache
Brims ******* flotsam
Pulls at our wake
My contour dissolve
Key strokes soak
Color!
Me a new world
[Distorted Phase I over distorted Phase III]
[Distorted Phase IV, chorus]
Over the silence
Nerves contract
Over the sun
The waves sing back
From the rubble
I’ll come home, to you
Cover the oceans
In ashen stars
Cover the night
Our tempest hearts
Somewhere I have a mind
To hold on to!
[Cesura]
[Distorted Phase V, bridge]
She wanes
Wading out the shallow
Of the lights, an engine of ink
‘hind my eye
Due depth
Shake horizon’s fray
Withered wind of the sea
My decay
[Clean Phase III, bridge cont.]
When hell wakes
And manifests the clasp
Of the calloused oil
In my hands
And the blade
I’ll send my pride and crass
Beside my crimes and guilt
Out to shore
With brittle oars
[Distorted Phase IV, chorus]
Over the silence
Nerves contract
Over the sun
The waves sing back
From the rubble
I’ll come home, to you
Cover the oceans
In ashen stars
Cover the night
Our tempest hearts
Somewhere I dream of you
In tides!
Oh, in tides!
[Clean Phase I over Distorted Phase III; slow and fade to end]
Elizabeth Squires Dec 2013
Distorted Thoughts
Elizabeth Squires
Dec 2013
distorted thoughts played in his head
never did they cease
his existence
ruled
by what was playing in his head
the distorted thoughts
couldn't be put to rest
at night they'd magnify
larger and larger
the distortion
grew
a compulsion to act on his thoughts
reached a crescendo
ever so drastic
his steps were
in the wee small hours
he arose from his bed
all the while
the distortions
repeatedly playing louder
and louder in his head
his lifelong partner
slept soundly
she'd never awake again
deeply so deeply
the love he felt for her
yet his distorted thoughts
were all centered on her
he thought she'd been
unfaithful to him
no other man was going to have
his wife
she was his
and his for life
he took the rifle
he'd secreted in the hall cupboard out
and loaded it with ammunition
then unloaded
the contents of the magazine
into his wife's
temple
as he did
the distorted
thoughts
echoed
and echoed
on and on
in his head
he'd reached
snapping point
he then positioned
the rifle
at his own head
and shot
himself
stone dead
his blood and his wife's blood mingled
on the bedroom floor
his distorted thoughts
couldn't go on any more
this tragedy
may have been averted
so it is said
had he of had
some treatment
for the distorted thoughts
which plagued his head
never did they cease
his existence
ruled
by what was playing in his head
the distorted thoughts
couldn't be put to rest
at night they'd magnify
larger and larger
the distortion
grew
a compulsion to act on his thoughts
reached a crescendo
ever so drastic
his steps were
in the wee small hours
he arose from his bed
all the while
the distortions
repeatedly playing louder
and louder in his head
his lifelong partner
slept soundly
she'd never awake again
deeply so deeply
the love he felt for her
yet his distorted thoughts
were all centered on her
he thought she'd been
unfaithful to him
no other man was going to have
his wife
she was his
and his for life
he took the rifle
he'd secreted in the hall cupboard out
and loaded it with ammunition
then unloaded
the contents of the magazine
into his wife's
temple
as he did
the distorted
thoughts
echoed
and echoed
on and on
in his head
he'd reached
snapping point
he then positioned
the rifle
at his own head
and shot
himself
stone dead
his blood and his wife's blood mingled
on the bedroom floor
his distorted thoughts
couldn't go on any more
this tragedy
may have been averted
so it is said
had he of had
some treatment
for the distorted thoughts
which plagued his head
Bryan J Powers Nov 2010
Distorted
Bryan J Powers
Nov 2010
Fragments of a mirror litter a sink,
stained with the color of hate.
and fear,
always running from what others think,
the blood pulsing in temples,
the skin rippling with heat and clammy sweat,
a thousand what ifs flooding the mind,
so many emotions all at once,
oozing out of the eyes in tears,
the soul broken and distorted,
like the hardest jigsaw puzzle it crumbles,
no way ever to be comforted,
fragments turning into dust before your very eyes,
so fine a dust that the most gentle of breezes take away memories,
takes away the pain,
takes away the very thought of emotions,
never to be the same,
forever a broken mirror pieced back together,
distorted by the scars which will never fade,
every laugh and smile guarded,
walls erupted around where a soul once lived,
nothing more to say,
no more understanding,
the very view of life distorted,
distorted in resemblance or the reflection,
the reflection as I look into the mirror,
the reflection which I no longer recognize
stained with the color of hate.
and fear,
always running from what others think,
the blood pulsing in temples,
the skin rippling with heat and clammy sweat,
a thousand what ifs flooding the mind,
so many emotions all at once,
oozing out of the eyes in tears,
the soul broken and distorted,
like the hardest jigsaw puzzle it crumbles,
no way ever to be comforted,
fragments turning into dust before your very eyes,
so fine a dust that the most gentle of breezes take away memories,
takes away the pain,
takes away the very thought of emotions,
never to be the same,
forever a broken mirror pieced back together,
distorted by the scars which will never fade,
every laugh and smile guarded,
walls erupted around where a soul once lived,
nothing more to say,
no more understanding,
the very view of life distorted,
distorted in resemblance or the reflection,
the reflection as I look into the mirror,
the reflection which I no longer recognize