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Gone
01:31
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Siren
03:29
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Hey you all alone, can’t you see I’m coming home? Here’s to our future dance.
I see your eyes so clear. I will always be near. Death can’t kill our romance.
Hey you all alone, can’t you see I’m not your own? Here eyes lie to your end.
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Inventions
03:16
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Man
03:46
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I seem to recall that there was a man with well-worn hands and he gave it all away.
He can’t recall why there is blood on his hands from some other man who had died today.
How it goes we’ll never know. The seeds were sown now the seeds have grown.
Now the stars have called his name. We are but one the stars did say.
How did I come to this end? Why should I not die in his stead?
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Ghost
02:49
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Gone are costs.
Death a relief most never seek to care or find. Weather beaten brought the new. Brightly dirty blackened hue.
The old haunt, torn linen, comforting, rest again.
Train streaming, howling blue, welcome light come over you. Trained to hear the pleasing muse sing a song of heavy blues.
Blistered hands, sunken skin, chin held high, breath again.
In with loss. Bring the cloudy western winds, for I dare to test the sins of god. Ghost of god.
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Mocking
03:13
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The air tasted sweet. For you a treat I hold in furrowed hands.
Your smile; a lie. Your lips do decry knowing he will win.
He was walking. The birds were talking. The birds were mocking him.
Demons feeded on a soul depleted of nature’s silent man.
Chameleon in life, soon you will die. Hide for as long as you can.
You broke the code. Soon you will know. Time marches to your end.
He was walking. The birds were talking. The birds were mocking him.
Demons feeded on a soul depleted of nature’s silent.
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Dreams
03:38
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Have you ever held a hand grenade in hand? It’s not what it seems. It’s all in your dreams.
You’ll never know. They’re coming home. You better show. It’s coming.
Have you ever felt a land was not a land? It’s not what it seems. It’s all in your dreams.
You’ll never know. They’re coming home. You better show. It’s coming.
Never take it for granted.
Have you ever dug a grave with your bare hands? It is what it seems. It’s not in your dreams.
You’ll never know. They’re coming home. You better show. It’s coming.
Never take it for granted.
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Bit
01:50
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Seasons
03:21
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Hey little friend. You and me til the end. We’ve come so far to kill them all.
Just like a flame the heat remains. Too long do we toil, til bed rest and soil.
May you forget our sons we commit. To war with you all, the damned will crawl.
Their skin boiled raw. Crushed once mighty jaws. A language uncovered, renown for your brothers.
Teeth on the ground. Crimson crown.
Please take my bones. They’re ever so cold. You’ve ought to a pyre. In flames we desire.
We found our homes. The rent our souls. We marched for their demons, the men of four seasons.
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Softly
03:06
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All it took were words of sin. Light becomes dark again. Fear the dawn of man.
Some for none, two for one. The rains began. Hope renewed death ensued. Blood in the sand.
Tear me limb from limb.
Softly it sings. I’m coming for you tonight. Hear the whims of man burn in spite.
Slowly they pray for life. Need became greed tonight.
Our intentions are in freefall. Breath deeply for the winds have come. It has come for you. It can see right through.
I’m coming for you tonight. Hear the whims of man burn in spite.
Slowly they take the knife. Bleed became seed. Twilight.
Our intentions are in freefall. Breath deeply for the winds have come. It has come for you. It can see right through.
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Story
02:04
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Jacob Spears Portland, Oregon
My name is Jacob Spears. I am a multi-instrumentalist who writes and records musical madness.
Jacob Spears recommends:
Live Sesh and Xtra Songs
by Louis cole
Some of the most interesting music and compositions I have come across in a long time.
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Awesome guitar riffs with a spanish feel.
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Complex rhythms & time signature madness with beautifully haunting vocal melodies in a heavy package.
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The Woman You Want
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Haddad returns with cinematic soundscapes that include introspective folk, post-grunge, and indie-pop influences.
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"Dream Within a Dream" b/w "Red Lava"
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Nashville’s tristen offers two sizzling slices of country-infused rock & roll, full of spirit and fire.
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Former vocalist for Standard Fare releases short but sweet album of personal tales with a folk and country lean.
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