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What Is Truth
02:41
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What is truth the question leading,
absolving guilt as truth stands bleeding,
political spin pure populism,
the poor left numb by your actions
the prefects words like poison stain,
the conversation of our day,
tolerances place is slowly slipping,
in our hearts they've made a killing
Wash your hands now the blood just wont come off,
façade still shining you'll answer for what you've done
Your polythene smile and constant waving
doesn't hide your hearts own failings,
fanning the flames of fear and hatred
burning the crossbeams of all that's sacred.
Fit for work but barely standing,
leather heels slowly grinding,
exchequer saving pound and shilling
with all the graves that they are filling
Wash your hands now the blood just wont come off,
façade still shining you'll answer for what you've done
First past the post but whats the prize,
tear down the roof to see the sky,
the purse strings stringing up a nation
you judge a person by their actions
Wash your hands now the blood just wont come off,
the cracks are showing you'll answer for what you've done
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2. |
Fading Shadow
05:43
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Yesterday has left a shadow,
over all that my mind has known,
as good will falls from its place,
found strangers within our home.
Safety flees from within these walls,
Rooms that seep pharisaical gall,
those who push down on your shoulders,
standing as you try to crawl.
Discipline for the seditious words they say,
breaking their will until opinion decays.
Suetonius son,
talking through what you have done,
justifying all the scars,
as you twist the knives in their backs.
Excommunication awaits,
for those who see a different stage,
cut the nose, despise the face,
we could've pulled the same way.
Words spoken in confidence yours to betray
sharp words of homily designed to repay.
Dismissive of the foundations
on which your faux throne is stationed
I wonder if you will ever know how much pain and sorrow,
flows from the string of your bow.
Time stands still here while it watches,
citadels now standing ruins,
to them disposable,
Mere statistics fighting the flow.
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3. |
How Can You Break
03:54
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All This time, without you near,
life moves on, through the fear,
played like a card, cast into flame,
Consuming his dreams, shifting the blame.
How can you break someone's heart and not feel bad,
how can you break?
How can you tear them apart and not feel bad,
how can you break?
Their heart wide open, it bends on will,
vulnerable, to the kill
arms wide open, motives veiled,
pushes your hope, into the fade.
How can you break someone's heart and not feel bad,
how can you break?
How can you tear them apart and not feel bad,
how can you break?
(Bridge)
Whats wrong with you? Your broken in two, They'll never be who you want them to be, they'll never see...
Empty words, there to appease, Indecision, left you on your knees...
How can you break someone's heart and not feel bad,
how can you break?
How can you tear them apart and not feel bad,
how can you break?
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Hiraeth
04:19
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All I see & all I feel I question,
Silver chains, wrapped around my fingers,
Long ago, I had it all together, (of my design)
as times unwound, this ships untethered,
From the ties....
The ties that bind, up my mind.
Cast your lots, dividing dead intentions,
coming here, it tests your patience,
no one here, says what they think,
the rolling eyes, and sighs that sink..
The lies that bind...
The ties that bind, up my mind.
Floating here don't seem like paradise,
Don't know why I feel hiraeth,
sycophantic conversation wont suffice
Touch my lips, burn away the fear,
that bound my hands, and kept me here,
along this road, keep me near
The ties that bind...
The ties that bind, up my mind.
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5. |
Count The Cost
04:03
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Bridges burned and so much older,
Clandestine sanctum far colder
control in safety's guise
shut your ears from their cries
From the cries...
Count the cost and pay the price,
for defiance in the eyes
of the ones who stand above you
regardless of the wrong that we do,
That we do...
C
Oh this life, wasted away, breaking like clay,
trusted friend, here for the day, gone in the end.
All we built, bled and strived,
brick by brick torn down in lies,
Salesmen shouting from the stage,
Finger pointing at those he blamed.
Secondary foundations lie in little piles at the side,
Those who stood stand prouder still,
as those they broke still feel the chill
Feel the chill...
Oh this life, wasted away, breaking like clay,
trusted friends, here for a day, gone in the end.
Dust has settled time gone by since the great Texan sunrise,
not a word of sorrow chimes from those within the mires guise.
From those inside...
Oh this life, rusting away, breaking like clay,
trusted friends, here in the sun, gone in the end.
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Vanity Vanity
04:51
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Music will not save you,
life will not embrace,
every hour another strike,
nailing down the lid
Sitting at the entrance,
waiting for the crumbs,
what do we gain
from our works under the sun?
Vanity, vanity, all of it just, vanity,
Vapour dust tainted tree,
Vanity, Vanity, all of this, vanity
there is nothing new under the sun
Wealth will just play you,
gleaming golds allure,
myths of security
our souls provocateur
Time casts its shadow,
and it takes its toll,
life in the shattered glass,
reflects upon us all
Vanity, vanity, all of it just, vanity,
Vapour dust tainted tree,
Vanity, Vanity, all of this, vanity
there is nothing new under the sun
Heavy lies the crown,
of guilt upon our heads,
stain of iniquity
washed by him instead,
Vanity, vanity, all of it just, vanity,
Vapour dust tainted tree,
Vanity, Vanity, all of this, vanity
there is nothing new under the sun
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Jonathan Nicholas Swansea, UK
"This isn’t light gentle acoustic, there’s a strength to the guitar playing and vocals that give it a power and feel that a lot of acoustic artists just don’t have." - SwanScene
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