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Structured Freedom

Clear Blue sky above me
Strap it down Keep it cinched up

So I try my idea in sonic form
I wonder if it will turn out the way I dream it will
Not a nightmare, this is a good one
How should I fill the space I’m creating?
Find a niche dig a whole
Don’t bury yourself all the way in
Just enough to have some good footing

Don’t have to be loud to be heard
Don’t have to scream to get a point across

Golden Horizons
Blood Red
Tears
Falling Away
Head Down
Dangling Arms and Hair
Stand Up Pull Up

This is the structure
This is the wall
This is the boundary, to lean against
Do you want some more complete freedom again?

Time Lapse

Time lapse, like a reunion
How much has changed?
How much is the same?

Where’ve you gone?
How far have you come?

Are those traits I once hated
Solidified now with years of habit and pain?
Or are those traits I hated
Mutated into something new?
Are those qualities I liked, still there?
Can I see them, as clearly as before?
Or have the lines of time, broken my vision?

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Something new here
Innovate
Stand on the tip of never been done before.

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Standing high-horse soapbox podium here.

The songwriter mystery writer…Passionate and vague.
The storyteller in the sound…Entertaining sites are found.

Revel in what’s safe here
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The tragedy here
Pretty sounds here
Put comfort here.

Some thing new here
Innovate
Stand on the tip of barely been done before…and start again.

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Albums -- Sift Sort -- Lyrics