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Maelstrom
03:18
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At the moment of your birth
From the safety of the womb
Cast out upon this earth
An infant cries too soon
In the moment of impact
From the fury of the storm
When the force begins to crack
In the mayhem of it all
There is no going back
When you’re up against the wall
Hear that rap-tap-tapping of the Reaper at your door...
"Hear that rap-tap-tapping when the Reaper’s at your door
The time has come, the ticking clock that you can’t ignore"
Hear that rap-tap-tapping of the Reaper at your door...
"It’s fight or flight my friend, in the end it’s all that you can do
In the moment of engagement when the maelstrom is on you"
In a massive thunderhead
There’s an F5 touching down
Darken vortex, spinning dread
Inhaling up the ground
When the sky begins to glow
From the conflict on the sand
Shock and awe the desert show
In the land of Abraham
Everybody’s got to go
When he stretches out his hand
Hear that rap-tap-tapping of the Reaper at your door...
Hear that rap-tap-tapping of the Reaper at your door...
"Northern winds that rip and blow within the blizzard of the snow
Freeze the lungs inside your chest, it’s so hard to catch your breath
Then all things will start to slow before you’re body’s letting go"
Hear that rap-tap-tapping of the Reaper at your door...
Hear that rap-tap-tapping of the Reaper at your door...
Hear that rap-tap-tapping of the Reaper at your door...
Hear that rap-tap-tapping of the Reaper at your door...
"Hear that rap-tap-tapping"
Hear that rap-tap-tapping of the Reaper at your door...
"Hear that rap-tap-tapping"
"Hear that rap-tap-tapping...when the Reaper’s at your door"
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-METAPHYSICAL-
From birth to death we do our best to try to comprehend
To separate the facts and myths and all that is pretend
In good and evil there is a line that gets crossed every day...
Take hold my soul to where it goes in the metaphysical
To vote with hope get trapped you know it’s all political
Take heed to be and understand before it goes critical
To comprehend imaginations that you cannot fully see
As an infant understands his perception of his own reality
A burning sphere of flesh and blood that turns upon itself
To breed the greed that plants the seed of this false wealth
-THE PLATINUM APOCALYPSE (Slight Return)-
In days of old, the nomads roamed
The desert sands they called their home
Then along the way, the cities came
With flesh and bone, they built with stone
As Technology came with digital reign
That opened doors to the unknown
The TV sets, the magazines, a decadent soap opera metropolis
Molding this plastic empire of exodus in the platinum apocalypse
Assimilated robots in the hyper-cyber zone
Many people by their screens really all alone
Connected to the world, but all too isolated
Microwaves of emptiness is now so tolerated
Information overload comes straight at you
Watch your habits, store the things you do
Algorithms track and watch the sites you read
To prepare the soil and plant their demon seed
The cell phones, the cyber-screens, an internet sold-out metropolis
Molding this plastic empire of exodus in the platinum apocalypse
In the platinum apocalypse...
The flesh, the spirit, the body temple receives mystic divine light
Memories inside of me, velvet moments, fail to ease my evil plight
Then again, you see, it not so easily removed, replaced, redeemed
Things are deeper than the surface of the place you dwell, unseen
Deception is a crafty whore that fuels the need for greed in man
Perception is an open door that sets the value in this master plan...
Molding this plastic empire...
Molding this plastic empire...
Molding this plastic empire...
Molding this plastic empire of exodus in the platinum apocalypse...
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3. |
Pumpkin & Raisin
01:12
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[Spoken]
PUMPKIN & RAISIN MUFFINS
-1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
-3/4 cup sugar
-1 teaspoon baking soda
-1/4 teaspoon baking powder
-1 teaspoon salt
-1/2 teaspoon nutmeg
-1 1/2 teaspoons cinnamon
-1 teaspoon vanilla
-2 eggs
-1 cup pumpkin puree
-1/3 cup milk
-1/2 cup canola (or vegetable) oil
-2/3 cup FUCKIN' RAISINS
-Preheat oven to 350°F
-In a large bowl, mix together dry ingredients
-Add eggs, oil, milk, vanilla, and pumpkin puree
-Fold in FUCKIN' RAISINS
-Grease muffin trays
-Pour into 8 muffin spots
-Bake until knife comes out clean when inserted into muffin
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4. |
Trail by Liar
03:40
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She said: "Trust me, my friend
We'll be alright in the end"
She said: "It's love that I send
Told you time and again"
"Now love, don’t be afraid"
As she sharpened the blade
Dancing around in the room
Dressed in deception and gloom
But then something went wrong
And I don’t feel so strong
While the beast filled with rage
And broke free from his cage
It’s all turned insane
And truth was the blame
I could not see
That the finger was pointed at me
Deadly, the way of this soap opera play
What did you say...that it's I that should pay?
In a web of deceit, all very neat
Like the flies that you eat
With the dogs at your feet
It will all be complete
When you’re faced with defeat
And everything is all dead
Trapped in your own evil web
With a weepy-woo head
Regretting words that you said
She’s a dangerous girl
With her long, ringlet curls
And I’m so easily led
For it’s soft in her bed
She says: "There is nothing to fear"
And you feel so relieved
But the monster is near
As you don’t want to believe
She could do this to you
After all you’ve been through
And then she cuts you again
And says: "Trust me, my friend"
And she makes you the blame
For it’s better to give than to receive
And you burn in love’s flame
For you have been deceived
Everything goes insane
For it’s dark in her brain...
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5. |
Flow
04:37
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"Ahh...ethereal rivers that run down banks of inner veins in your soul that curve and bend around time and space
Quantum moments in our perception of illusions
where we interact with a subject at a precise moment and place
A constant moving current of flowing water creating hidden energies of imaginations you've yet to taste
Waiting in the recesses of the digits of your brain - the spark, the key, the thing to unlock the human race"
Living inside you, it's there to be taken
Yet some will not learn to let go
Many are not true but few are awakened
All just a matter of letting it flow...
"Roots that run so deep into the ground transporting life giving water all through the mighty oak tree
Tides that ebb and flow along the shorelines bringing saltwater chemistry with life out of the sea
Atmospheric changes in the stratosphere pushing air and shaping clouds to bring rain unto the land
Solar winds affect magnetic fields creating light shows of aurora-colored moments to cycle upon man"
Many are called here but few have been chosen
It’s not what you think that you know
Get in the cycle, the rhythm of nature
And learn how to just let it flow...
(moan of the elemental forest spirits deep within the growth)
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6. |
Winter Train
04:47
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The trees have all gone bare and a cold chill grips the air
The sun goes down so fast as another day has past
Changes in the atmosphere signal that the time is near
Solitude the mold is cast, the lonely season’s here at last
Winter train, aurora nights
Northern skies, the colored lights
Tranquil flakes are falling down like a slow song
Give me shelter from the storm, a cozy cave to keep me warm
When the cold winds start to blow, they come to call me home
Wicked winds that howl and moan with an eerie, distant tone
Memories back from long ago have come to call me home
Winter train, aurora nights
Northern skies, the colored lights
Tranquil flakes are falling down like a slow song
Winter train, keep moving on
Rolling sixteen coaches long
Frozen spirits dead and gone sing a slow song
Winter train, aurora nights
Northern skies, the colored lights
Tranquil flakes are falling down like a slow song
Winter train, keep moving on
Rolling sixteen coaches long
Frozen spirits dead and gone sing a slow song
Winter train, aurora nights
Northern skies, the colored lights
Tranquil flakes are falling down like a slow song
Winter train, keep moving on
Rolling sixteen coaches long
Frozen spirits dead and gone sing a slow song
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