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In the night,
Someone starts to yell, a nasty fight
In the night.
In the night,
The moon shines a beautiful tin silver light
In the night.
In the night,
Someone screams in the dark with fright
In the night.
In the night,
A coyote howls and then treks near a lanterns yellow light
In the night.
>>>Wind Sound Vocals<<<
Nước trời mưa
Tuần trước mưa
Trước khi mưa
>>>Right Center Channel<<<
After his boat had ceased being buffeted on the sea of thought, a mast was broken, and equipment in disarray around the quarters below. And with only one man left on the ship after the rest had jumped overboard, it took him a while to put everything back, and even then it was not the same, some of the food was in the wrong cabinet, and pillows at the foot of the bed instead of the head. By the time the ship had a relative sense of order restored to it, night had fallen upon the silent waters, now smooth as a mirror. And so life resumed in the same way it had before the wind became insubordinate with itself, the only thing missing now was himself.
Nobody spoke to the captain during the first leg of the journey, and now, he was alone. His crew gone and his ship nearly unrecognizable, the man sat on the deck, pondering over everything that had just happened and how to keep going despite the problems that had just revealed themselves to him. Once that was figured out, he spotted a glimmer of light on the horizon, whose glow held strong through the stone-cold midnight blue of the night and persevered into the cautious red twilight of morning. Drawn to it as if a moth to candlelight, his ship made its way towards the horizon as the influence of that light grew more and more. Very soon, one light split into two, and two into four, as an island formed behind the lights giving them shape. Now, no longer just lights, an entire village had emerged. Although no sound could be heard in that direction, twilight started to fade into oblivion, an almost infinite gray, as the sun arose.
Although, left alone again, this time changed again and greeted at first with a hearty, “Ahoy!” and then soon after, with inquiries about his voyage and his place of origin. The captain had found refuge in a small fishing village on the tip of a peninsula. While relatively isolated from the inland, it was the first step to returning, unsure of where he was, he didn’t have the slightest care in the world. His only focus now was that he had found something, something to latch onto, something to help rebuild what he had lost, and somewhere to start over...
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Need
03:36
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She Said
03:38
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There's no where left to go.
Who's gonna hold you now,
when there's nothing left for you,
What's gonna keep you 'round?
When you’re standing at the end
When you’re standing at the end...
A pillow to cry on, a shoulder to sigh on
if there's nothing, then what am I?
...Just another memory that’s gotten lost
inside your head?
She said
She said
She said
She said
She said
Where will you go?
Now you're all alone.
She left you, because of you
Because of you
Because of you
Because of you…
A pillow to cry on, a shoulder to sigh on.
If there's nothing, then what am I?
Just another memory that’s gotten lost
inside your head?
She said
She said
She said
She said
She said
She said
She said
She said
She said
She said
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Until Tomorrow
03:53
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How much time until the end?
As seconds trail away to dust,
Nothing more is sacred
Until tomorrow.
The slow cracking of our bones
reminds us all of the tone
of voice which life will use
to speak to us all,
Eventually...
Friends, motionless, abear-like
Poems in living form, they are as
Time the bark, as momentary leaves bloom before the fall
Some live lives like summer moths
Yet I am strangled by the thoughts
Of time without end.
Feeling the weight of all the past,
Until tomorrow
It all stays while I pass on
Unmoved by me at all
On a river and a sea whose shores are lost in crossing
Until tomorrow
Stirring waters only briefly
Searching all our lives for this one thing:
Companionship, and understanding,
But is it what we really need?
Until tomorrow
Until tomorrow
Until tomorrow
I am the tide
And my hemming words...
Hear me, for I am the tide
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