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From the painter To the painted. The colours are lined up, but only leave stains on the side. You, the prisoner. You, the warden. Praying on 'almost' is keeping us unified. Soaked to the skin as your pride hits the ground, Shaking your shoulders with every sound. But it's only courage calling, And every nerve wants me to run out of its arms. How many long years Holding onto your senses? And hooked on the stories from windows against copper skies. Kick the cup of hatred Into the corner, For in the soft light, I can see hope in your eyes. And under the dust there are chords from before, And under my fingers the melody's raw. It's courage that keeps calling, And every nerve wants me to run into your arms.
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Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 4:22 PM UTC
Courage
Why would you bother? Why would you cut so low? Expressions fracture, The breaths arpeggio. All for your nothing... Your heavy fall shapes my everything. What's the attraction? Your tricky undertow's A cruel distraction From rocking too and fro. And when the dreams come You must stumble, tumble from yellow skies. Sky shuddered and the world came down, And I'm still here. Speak to the child, And hold him in your arms, Be reconciled. And as forgiveness calms Your weary wary, You will float, float from yellow skies. ~~~ Come listen... https://soundcloud.com/wingless-night/yellow-skies
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Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 7:34 PM UTC
Yellow Skies
Walk the hill, reach the top Lead horizon, see it drop Scale the mountain, taste the sky Clouds are sour, stinging your eyes And all thats clear in my mind The house thats built from sticks and glue Was never meant for the likes of you I could never ignore How you knocked down the door On a saltwater floor, faces turn blue I don't know what to do Soft and warm, wrapped in despair If I'm void of concerns, then for what do I care Paint the walls white, a thousand layers No memories to bite, and silence my prayers And all thats clear in my mind The house thats built from sticks and glue Was never meant for the likes of you I could never ignore How you knocked down the door On a saltwater floor, faces turn blue I don't know what to do Hear the song: simonfoxmusic.com
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May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 12:20 PM UTC
Saltwater
I'm ghost walking, you got nothing on me Free roaming, life so care free Blessed be, precious me, blessed be Shed my soul, been gone for weeks So much space, finally now I can breath Blessed be, precious me, blessed be I dare you all, see what happens when you try Come on and climb, get past this wall If you've no fear of heights, we'll be just fine I'm the comic now, it's in the delivery But the truth be told, it's all honesty The air so clean, if I could just help myself So refreshing to breath Blessed be Hear the song: simonfoxmusic.com
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May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 12:26 PM UTC
Blessed Be
Now you're gone You're around me Even more You surround me Always here, so close now Disappear, I don't care how Call it a dream, a fantasy scene Falling, remembering Don't you know, that you hold me Something grows and I hold you Accountable for cherished turmoil Something undone, disturbing soil Call it a dream, a fantasy scene Falling, remembering Calling me Hear the song: simonfoxmusic.com
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May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 12:13 PM UTC
Falling
A flickering sign appeared In the shape of a jagged boy, Who raised his arms high and said, "Rain will fall. Rain will fall." And we'll be free. Danced in the dust 'til night came. Clouds chalked and choked our feet, Until we swallowed the dying sun... Sets in me. Sets in me. And we were free.
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Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 11:28 AM UTC
Jagged Boy
Be the dawn, The eyes of the birds, Be their morning hymns. And from the aspen, Purest gold, Give the breeze your wings.
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Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 10:59 AM UTC
From the aspen
Let me be water, And feel with flowing arms, Seeking the corners And falling, falling. And evermore I'll float, There I will linger, There I'll find stillness. I'll only keep moments And a calm heart. No one could hold me down; Slip through a tangled hand. And I will sing their songs: The voice of the coral, The melody of the sands. Be. Beautifully dawning. The words of a dreamer, The messenger of the sea.
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Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 5:40 PM UTC
The Letter
You are all angles: You leave the door open, Steal every horizon, Break every bend. So be the thief, Be the angel. Listen, Listen. Keep one eye open: The armies on your sleeve, For just a little time, Are standing by me, And daring, Daring. Listen, Listen. We face the choirs Of innocent liars. All the cobbled words Turn to dust. But we see them, We see them Floating carelessly, Playing with fire.
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Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 6:48 AM UTC
Listen
We'll meet landscapes golden, Gently folding round, Halving, Hiding lifetimes. Draw the wheat around. Sing me to sleep... Sunlight, Through green and blue, Haloed round you. "Here, the divine." Whisper into fire Gently, Burning sound - Silence. All the words jealous under my tongue, Craving sleep. Drifting Through green and blue, I find you. "Here, the divine."
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Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 5:13 PM UTC
Divine
She stood beneath the breaking sky And held every cloud in her hand. Sang each a lullaby And laid them to rest in the sand. But tide waits for no one. Tide waits for no one. All the same, day after day, The prowlers who preach to the sun, Keeping some lonely at bay And blind to all that they've done. Tide waits for no one. Tide waits for no one. Clouds rise round the devil, As he sits by the deep blue sea. Cries as the waves lap his feet, And each tear belongs to me. Tide waits for no one. Tide waits for no one.
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Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 7:52 PM UTC
Tide waits for no one
The day within left lightning on your skin, Did you cross the salt line? Did you let the promise in? Booms and bells, And hand in hand to carousels. And you made do with silence. It's all you know, Little Indigo. Time, take it gently. Be still, unwind, the stars have intertwined, And they carry all the echoes the well-wishers declined. The glare, fanfare, and dances through the midnight air, And you made do with silence. Just let it show, Little Indigo, And take it gently. https://soundcloud.com/wingless-night/indigo
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Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 1:13 PM UTC
Indigo