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I, Morpheus
01:46
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With a grain of my powder
I take to the stage
I'll sing you a song full of heartbreak and wisdom and rage
Your sanity broken
Your conscience all marred
I'll unfasten inside you the notions you'll bind with the stars
So dance with your demons
And kiss all your friends
Nothing will be quite the same in the end
Infuse your desires
With the light of a prayer
Your vision an end to despair
Now lasso your insight
And open your eyes
My crystals of sand have uncovered your memory's disguise
I warrant your progress
Will burst at the seams
Your temples afire with resolve to engender your dreams
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(M)
Cold was the day
A reticent November afternoon
Together, we lay
Naked as a dandelion in June
But I could hear her song from there
The music of a heart divine
Then I kissed her mouth as we both poured
Our hearts into a glass of wine
(M/F)
In lonely hour
A dream can be your bridal gown
So lie you down
And find me in the dark
(F)
I sprang from the ground
A figure you imagined by decree
All senses unsound
The knells of adoration ring for me
(M/F)
So close your eyes and see the world
A fever dream you'll ne'er forget
For sleep will only clarify
The features of a silhouette
(M/F)
In lonely hour
A dream can be your bridal gown
So lie you down
And find me in the dark
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Rondeau Nouveau
01:11
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Children belittled by wires and air
Defied the stars and landed there
Glory be gone, you descendants who ne'er
Shall find thy devotion through more than a prayer
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The Blades Beneath Thee
02:20
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The night arrives and I am come to rouse this starry habitat
I come to answer all your prayers
My artist and my acrobat
The world above thee guides thee into thy ambition's avatar
But the blades beneath thee show thee where thy troubles are
So why that look upon your face?
Have my intentions gone too far?
Are you afraid to dream again?
Did my ambitions break your heart?
I know the earth can bleed you dry with great delusions, sores and scars
For the blades beneath thee show thee where thy troubles are
Though disappointment and despair do dry intention's reservoir
A weapon can be salvaged still
A sword made of a fallen star
These blades above are forged from all the troubles in thy repertoire
And the blades beneath thee show thee where thy troubles are
Now blow the horns of heartbreak
Wedding sorrow with experience
And Lo! Behold: a newborn vow
Unprecedented recompense
I promise that these wounds of yours will lead the way unto the stars
For the blades beneath thee show thee where thy troubles are
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She was my best friend
The thrills would never end
We'd go splashing through the puddles
Share memories in made up languages
But that was long ago
Now look at how she's grown
She's as radiant as a firefly
As realized as all the dreams we'd sew
And now the time has come, for you to go and save her
There's nothing I can do to help her now
For in this world, she'll have to navigate through danger
And only by your guiding hand will she discover how
Just take her to the moon for me
Relieve her: put tears in her eyes
The tears of joy and misery
For dreamers need both to survive
Though we've had such fun
It seems my time is done
Am I selfish in my sadness
To see her go as her journey's just begun?
There's no need to pretend
I knew how this would end
I've waited far too long now
To think that I could be her joy again
And now the time has come, for you to go and save her
There's nothing I can do to help her now
For in this world, she'll have to navigate through danger
And only by your guiding hand will she discover how
Just take her to the moon for me
Relieve her: put tears in her eyes
The tears of joy and misery
For dreamers need both to survive
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Drill Bit New York, New York
Drill Bit is a solo project conceived by New Yorker Arif Silverman. The project is continually expanding and experimenting. Feedback is much appreciated!
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