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AM-PM
04:00
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There are two completely separate community's both sharing the same space one lives in the midnight hours the others face the day
The noon army rises for a day of honest wages, college degrees
and once there day is done the midnight members slowly crawl out of the woodwork, seeking addictions in the moonlight chasing bars and drugs and love and fading away as the venues close and the shadows cast once more in the presence of natural light.
I find myself in the middle, torn between two lives from every step I take there's some achievement and some heartbreak a directionless path made up of successes and mistakes.
I have felt the scorn of the commuting masses as I stagger blindly through the daylight still living in the night and I have the felt the shock of seeing drowning souls on my way to work at sunrise.
The only thing that separates these two completely different forms of humanity is compassion or rather the lack of there are those who are born into the dark, broken homes and families, those haunted by bullies or those easily led astray.
The clocks turn forward as these lost souls collide only to be burned out by the daylight and the sense that they don't belong it's as strong as the unwelcome glare that surrounds the awkward man as he retreats to bar and looks for quiet understanding.
I walk through both one foot in the morning and another in the night I know the default life poses as means to keep the brain at peace but for many it provides only boredom, council tax and fear of existence.
The darkness has always been inviting to me but I only dip my feet every now and again and these demons I take back to the light follow every footstep as I pretend I'm clear of mind.
If I had to choose a side forever I'd sink a little deeper and hope these waves eventually return me.
To hell with divided community,
Passion can make us stand up as one.
Heads all turn the other way
as night chases the sun.
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Grey Painting
05:49
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It's in the terrors of the night time night life
The Constant wheezing of my chest
No heart, no hope of joy but still I'm here and freshly dressed
It's in the passing of the clock strikes forward
There's not enough hours in the day to make things right or rather catch my breath from task to the next and how I wish to fill these lungs.
My opportunity's strengthened by my fears is always chasing at my heels
so lets get up, get dressed, say yes to everything
Let's make these muscles moan.
It's not bravery when it's strengthened by fear but it's the reason I'm here
I'm in denial of rest though I need it very badly I keep it close to my chest
and hope these words don't fail me
I can talk all I want but I know it won't change a thing
You, will see what's inside of me and
You, will learn what coward really means
If you're looking for the answers, you won't find them here
You're looking for an anchor baby but I'm the storm before the pier
I've got no tricks to show you but on this sleeve you'll find this heart
oh it's tired and it's broken and I can't find the missing parts.
It's in the movement of the morning after
The hollow feeling in my chest
I rise slowly trying to find a reason to be here
Trying to make the noises of my mouth seem sincere though I feel nothing at all
A dull pain in the back of my head
I don't know when it started it's like it's always been there
since I first realised the hardships of life
slowly twisting the knife through my head with loss and mistake and drowned out in tears I've shed
Oh I would do it all again but that's not who I am today
I know it changes every minute but right now I have no limits
Today I'm going to make a change
Take chance and burn all my surroundings to see if I still feel the same
Oh I'd do anything at all to feel alive again
to feel the sharpness of pain
to feel a longing for another on the cold side of the bed
And I'm scared that nothing changes
Stuck inside my head
Stuck inside the same Grey Painting
and all these consequences are never enough to change the frame.
I can talk all I want but I know it won't change a thing
You, will see what's inside of me and
You, will learn what coward really means
If you're looking for the answers, you won't find them here
You're looking for an anchor baby but I'm the storm before the pier
I've got no tricks to show you but on this sleeve you'll find this heart
oh it's tired and it's broken and I can't find the missing parts.
The best day that you'll ever have is the day things fall apart
You won't recognise it straight away but that's how good things always start
When you're done and tired and you've lived a lot of life
You'll think of me as a fly on your windshield
or when you use blunt kitchen knives.
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Karin Cobain
04:09
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There's something ugly in society so much more than ever before.
People have always had but it was mostly kept to themselves but social media has given them the chance to take there voices off the shelf and al these arrogant, ill-thought Ideals can be read from every screen.
We all have different views, some things will never be agreed.
The voice of anger get's stronger and common sense get buried in increasing waves of hate, there's an anger towards everyone and no-one in particular.
When I look out to this city, it's looking worse than grey
a boring chain in every corner but no money to be made
they've thrown away the ladder,
they've kicked away the keys.
The rich are stealing from you and blaming refugees.
Everyone's pointing fingers to the left or to the right but no-ones pointing upwards towards the tax-dodging elite.
They're selling off our futures to themselves and all there mates,
the papers cover up corruption and the sheep all take the bait.
They're lying through there teeth to gain majority vote then as soon as the curtain closes the party slogan changes tone
yet our anger gets misguided to those already at loss, we circle all our arguments and suffer from the costs.
There's people left behind, left in schemes to rot
The industry all shut down and they refused to evolve
It's not the junkies fault the country's apparently broke
we can still afford war but can't give pensions to the old
It's a hundred mile trip just for a mother to give birth because they're closing down the healthcare that the North deserve
these self-serving bastards couldn't give a fuck from the papers to the party's to the Peado Rich Club.
They're killing off community as we fend for ourselves and the worst thing is we let them by fighting between ourselves
The pen becomes misguiding while the sword is old and rusted
here's the line that's going to sting, no one can be trusted
We're all to blame
Given the smallest ounce of power we'd probably do the same
history repeats itself time and time again
todays no different same rules same fucking game
don't think that you're any better
we need to give ourselves up
face the every changing weather
stop spreading shit on facebook
cease the minatory letters
We're all to blame.
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Baltimore
04:15
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Always no time to talk but catch up every now and then
We were childhood friends, shared beginnings but not the same ends
Leaving space where jackets should hang
on future hallway stairs or on the backs of weddings best man chairs
There's a reason for the words I never said
I never thought I would be hearing of others deaths
on my first visit to the cemetery
I imagined all my friends wearing black for me
Denial remains a loyal friend
The pages ripped from a rented book
the game ends on half-time scores
descending to a ghost that will haunt me
Forever and more.
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You're staring at the screen, it's staring back at you
Man made machines are always watching you
There behind every TV, there's eyes inside your phone
Man thought he built heaven but instead he built his tomb
There's nothing you can do, they're too strong/too smart
The Rise of the Machine will tear you apart
We created this, we created this, we created our extinction.
We knew this would come
They took our jobs and left us poor
They capitalised on their wealth
A work force that works hard for free
The rich had no use for us,
when the riots came they turned their machines on us
The machines they, they got a taste for blood
Couldn't tell there masters from there prey
Equality finally came for mankind as we spent our last days being hunted and ripped apart by our greed
There's lessons t be learned here but it's all too late
It's all too late for me.
We knew this would come
The Rise Of The Machine
My old man he lost his job
To a self-driving taxi
They march through our street/ abandoned settlements
Cold hardened steel destroying all that's left
Denied the right to live because of what they are
They are justice, the revolution of man
No boarders, No prejudice, No hate for a different skin
Mankind all moved as one and swapped it's hate for love in the face of it's demise, Don't leave it too late for love.
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Decaying Frame
04:18
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I've been tossing around these words for so long
Its like I knew their true meaning
Like the definition was clear in my head
When all I've known is just the feelings
Headlights on low wondering why we always crash miles away from the mark and it's never been about getting saved or fixed or found it's finding comfort in the endless challenge searching for solid ground
It's never been about time, location or whether we serve purpose
It's the journey and the struggle,
the lows and the highs even if it's all just pointless
There's no armour on this sweater
There's no heart upon your sleeve
You say in time things will get better
that's not true for you or me
I need to slow down, always dragging my feet towards the next pound
The finish line seems so far but it's closer than it's ever been
Old lines end so more can begin
I stand half-certain, fragile and thin
Breathing through smoke stolen by the wind
I can't seem to justify why I've been holding on to this
Tell me it will be worth it in the end
I've been telling myself for years that this is the hard bit
How can things change when the mental state remains
And I've lost track of the times, the amount of times I've seen that face
a stranger staring back at me in the mirror,
eyes burning alcoholic to the taste.
We repeat the same lines
We repeat the same lines
and dance in our own comfort space
Trapped in mental prisons like a mime
Habits we can't ever seem to replace
A man who has learned his lesson know's there is so much more to learn and death is guaranteed we are but droplets in the sea
Debt and growing old, falling down that hole
Following a dream to succeed.
When you carved your life out
did you go against the grain
did you forget to put the finish polish on and slowly watch it rot away
Was it wise to follow the path before you,
Trickle down like drops of rain
Did you wake to find your life betrayed you,
Left you captive in a maze
So many paths to choose so many wrong turns until you eventually reach the grave
When you look back at your actions
The mind melts and memory fades
There's no reconsideration
There's nothing left of you inside of your Decaying Frame
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