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Steady Now
03:32
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Stumbling has turned to running.
Looking at his hands, cracks have formed.
Blood never falls, and his sacrifice is known.
Without the pressure, his spirit is shown.
Steady as she goes, the ticking time bomb
has reached its last three digits.
The tree stemming from the pain
continues to grow from his heart.
Reading has turned to seeing.
Looking at his hands, the cracks have healed.
The eyes of the weary onlookers
blink under the heat of his spirit.
Steady as she goes, the ticking time bomb
has reached its last two digits.
Flowers have formed from the pain
and continue to bloom from his heart.
Steady as she goes, the ticking time bomb
has reached its final number.
The fruit has fallen, relieving the pain;
releasing the chains holding his heart.
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Shadow to the East
03:14
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Raining down napalm and crashing down walls,
Solace found in the silence between the bombs.
Harboring none but himself, He remains ever calm.
The faceless man walks alone in the new world.
Foot by foot, his existence remains an afterthought.
The sun beats the Earth and the wind must blow.
If he were to smile, no one was to know.
His path weaves through the war-torn fields
Death and decay displayed under the sunny sky
Shaped in the blood, her body did lie
Gasping for air, begging not to die.
The faceless man walks alone in the new world.
Foot by foot, his existence remains an afterthought.
The sun beats the Earth and the wind must blow.
If he were to smile, no one was to know.
The faceless man walks again with her soul.
Foot by foot, his existence remains an afterthought.
The sun casts a thin shadow to the east
If he were to smile, only she was to know.
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There. Not asleep.
Lies the one.
Lies the one.
The one I love.
The one I love.
Thoughts rattle in the back of my mind
of her warm smile and her soft lips.
Before, bright eyed and content.
Now, cold-faced and alone.
I resist the urge to begin the downpour,
But rain cannot fall.
She speaks, with her glazed over eyes,
of what must be done to settle this crime.
Stand, but don’t run. Climb, but don’t fall.
Realize your new path. Take in that is all.
Fight on with the strength to find what is lost.
She fought for your life. Now show them the cost.
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Ishmael
03:57
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The last of the blows, coming in softly. Taking its time, I watch its approach with a mix of expectation and self-righteous pity as it takes out the last of the throws.
That I could have thrown, to take my revenge. I never could anyway. After all. you were still my greatest worst enemy.
You always were, and you always will be, my greatest worst enemy. The last one that's left to me. (x2)
You always were...(x3) my greatest worst enemy.
Take it to the front and I will take it to the back and we'll bring this house down around us. (x4)
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Wait For Me
03:21
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I waited by the sidewalk, and I found you staring down at me.
I looked up towards the sky and saw the sun falling down on us all,
And everything you loved had turned grey.
You went for me before I weighed all the possibilities,
and you lent your hand down unto me, and I refused violently.
No one wants you. They don’t need you. They’ll never take you away from me.
I came this far without you. I made it this far on my own.
I beat the dawn without you. I made it back here all alone. (X2)
And I wait for you to wait for me before you fall.
What you want is a way out.
Your self inflicted wounds won’t heal. Come down and wait for me.
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The Afterthought Stranger Virginia Beach, Virginia
The Afterthought Stranger provides a story-like experience through a conceptual tale told by the music and lyrics of Claude Roswell. Follow Roswell on his fantastic voyage of realization, understanding, love, and discovery of self. The Afterthought Stranger seeks to explore and expand musical boundaries to bring audiences a new and exciting musical experience. ... more
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