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Eyes of the Man
04:07
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Look into the eyes of the man who's knows he's left the atmosphere
To fly away forever from this green and azure sphere
Is he happy now that he's alone?
Look into the eyes of the man who finds the clouds beneath his feet
Through every waking moment he is sleeping in the street
Is he happy in the great unknown?
All he'll ever need are the sun and the moon to keep him company
How can you go on when the man and his mind are already gone?
Oh, look into the eyes of the man who thinks he has no more to say
His outlook is impeded by the thoughts that you betray
But he's happy now that he's alone
All alone
Something in the way that he turns his head and tells you, "Yes, I know"
It makes it clear he doesn't care if you should stay or go
Are you happy living in his lies?
Something in the way that he palms your hand and holds the other closed
What is it he's so afraid will soon become exposed?
Is he happy? Look into his eyes
All he'll ever need are the sun and the moon to keep him company
How can you go on when the man and his mind are already gone?
Oh, look into the eyes of the man who builds himself a golden throne
Who gives pernicious rules and wants the stars all for his own
Are you happy living in his lies?
All his lies
Take a moment, breath through it all
Take a step away from the thrall
Take my hand; I won't let you fall again
So, look into the eyes of a man who knows exactly who you are
And tell me that I'm wrong to think you're better off by far
I'll make you happy
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2. |
Fallen
05:45
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Fallen
Cold and formulaic is the ending
Fallen
Answers faded, nothing worth defending
Wherever and whoever you may be
Don't lose your faith while waiting out for me
I know it seems like time has passed us by
But resolutions happen if we try
Fallen
Driving through the echoes of the distant
Fallen
Serpentine and kidnapped by the instant
It's complicated, dying to be free
But I haven't given up yet, you will see
There's nothing left that I desire more
Than proving this is worth our waiting for
So, here I stand
Sinking into dark horizons
Just as planned
Knowing on the other side of time and infinity
I will find you there
So, here I stand
I've fallen
Fallen
Shapeless waves of disillusioned lovers
Fallen
Holding, waiting, wrapped within the covers
Whenever and however you may be
Don't loose the grip, there's plenty more to see
I know it seems like time is moving fast
But I know how to make the moment last
Fallen
Thorny and unfeeling is the reason
Fallen
Villains tearing into every season
It's complicated if you've lost the name
But I know that's not a reason to be tame
I want this more than anything on earth
But how can desperation change the worth?
So, here I stand
Sinking into dark horizons
Just as planned
Knowing on the other side of time and infinity
I will find you there
So, here I stand
I've fallen
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3. |
Empire Avenue
03:01
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Down on the corner of Empire Avenue
There is a boy who is no more than 22
He blows on his saxophone, making his revenue
Honking away like a Nunavut caribou
Oh, drop in a dime and he'll play like an ingenue
Down on the corner of Empire Avenue
Down in the dark he continues to saturate
See how the shadows are starting to permeate
They dance to the rhythms as melodies indicate
Moving to music that no one can replicate
Oh, dressed to the nines in his outfit of navy blue
Down on the corner of Empire Avenue
And I know that you feel it too
And the music is coming for you
And you're losing your field of view
And you're tasting the residue
Of things that have past, nothing will last, life is too fast
Nothing will stop the incessant crusade
Of the boy and the music he's already played
Oh no!
(Nothing will stop the incessant crusade
Nothing will stop the incessant crusade)
Down on the corner of Empire Avenue
There is a boy who is no more than 22
And you know that you feel it too
And the music is coming for you
And you're losing your field of view
And you're tasting the residue
Of things that have past, nothing will last, life is too fast
Nothing will stop the incessant crusade
Of the boy and the music he's already played
Oh no!
(Nothing will stop the incessant crusade
Nothing will stop the incessant crusade)
Down on the corner of Empire Avenue
Playing his way to the riverside overview
(Somebody tell him exactly what's true
Somebody tell him he's staging a coup)
The boy is still playing and pushing to power through
Taking the groove to an underground rendezvous
(Somebody tell what he's going to do
Somebody tell him the music is through)
And the power he carries is very much overdo
Down on the corner of Empire Avenue
Honking away like a Nunavut caribou
Down on the corner of Empire Avenue
Such is the boy who is no more than 22
On Empire Avenue
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4. |
Blue Moon
05:39
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One night a blue eclipse occurred
And we got snow in May
The world turned white like ocean foam
And scattered to the fray
The trees turned clear and ceased to be
And mountains turned to glass
The rivers dried and disappeared
It happened all so fast
We walked on diamond-glittered earth
Across the fallen sky
Leaving footprints in the frozen sand
Never asking why
We didn't mind the fading sun
Or the ringing in our ears
And as the temperature declined
It washed away our fears
So, sing a little song
Of a world apart from time
Where nothing dies, where all is good
The end of an uphill climb
There are no tears, just falling stars
We all stand hand in hand
And music can be always heard
Playing through the land
The winter just kept coming
Crisp and clear and bright
The answer withered in our eyes
Dying with the light
We dissipated with the wind
As the earth stood still
A league of whispers zipping home
To live upon the hill
So, take the guitar in your hands
And strum for me a tune
A song of hope and happiness
That reaches to the moon
And let it bounce across the dome
Where shadow turns to dawn
Where spirit is as firm as stone
And love is never gone
Oh, love is never gone
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5. |
Hazel Waits
04:57
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He says, "I don't know what to say, Hazel,
Time is running short
My destination's waiting
And the ship is leaving port"
He wants to make her understand
The Northern Lights are just at hand
He says, "The secret in the sky, Hazel,
Pulls me to the sea
If I don't find an answer
It will never set me free"
He climbs aboard and waves goodbye
She doesn't hear him softly cry,
"Oh, Hazel, wait for me!"
He starts to pull against the ocean
With the compass in his palm
Emotion wells within him
As he pushes through the calm
The salty brine engulfs him now
The sweat is heavy on his brow
And as he rides into the mystery
He looks out at the swell
The winds are blowing Southward
And he tugs at his lapel
He prays to see her face once more
And calls out to the oceans roar,
"Oh, Hazel, wait for me!"
He says, "Let me put my hands against the sky
And feel the universe
I want to grasp the stars up in the dark
And let the light disperse"
And as he waltzed with planets
Many miles from shore
Never certain just exactly
What it is he's searching for
Hazel waits
The waves begin to tumble
And the clouds are turning black
He falls against the railing
As he takes a cold attack
His vision blurs against the rain
He feels a sharp and blinding pain
And as he sprawls across the deck
He takes a look up at the sky
And makes a silent promise
Not to let his spirit die
He spits into the face of death
And whispers underneath his breath,
"Oh, Hazel, wait for me!"
And he looks out at the sea
And he says, "Let me put my hands against the sky
And feel the universe
I want to grasp the stars up in the dark
And let the light disperse"
And as he waltzed with planets
Many miles from shore
Never certain just exactly
What it is he's searching for
Hazel waits
She stands out on the dock
Looking for a sign
Hoping he'll return soon
Hoping that he's fine
And she says, "Let me put my hands against the sky
And feel the universe
I want to grasp the stars up in the dark
And let the light disperse"
And as he waltzed with planets
Many miles from shore
Never certain just exactly
What it is he's searching for
Hazel waits
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Fynn Cuthbert Toronto, Ontario
I'm an actor, singer, dancer and composer from Southwestern Ontario. I've been obsessed with music for as long as I can recall. I hope the songs I write can influence you now in one way or another.
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