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Complete Me
03:49
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In the distant brighter times
I’d hold my head high with wide, wide smiles
Shifting my “what ifs” into
I’ll have better paths for future me
But seeds sown with carelessness
Will blossom to four petaled duress
I fell for your tenderness
And I fell with every part of me
These cycles I fall into, the hoops I would jump through
I can never shake you, the feeling of you
And I think you could complete me
Complete me, oh, oh
If she’s gone, I’d always cry
I’m bound to track down yet, yet another
Shrugging off holy shackles
Dodging barbed looks from my sharp mother
Surely this is in god’s plan
To find the bright kind to hold my hand
To find a soul I could stand
Who was less shining than my father
These cycles I fall into, the hoops I would jump through
I can never shake you, the feeling of you
And I think you could complete me
Complete me, oh, oh
The pieces I bury in the fields, the flowers that grow from them
The times I have tried to open up, when no one wants to come in
The places we had seen together, the horrors and the golden
The way you look over your shoulder, when I need someone to hold, and
And I think you could complete me
Complete me, oh, oh
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2. |
Murder The Crow
03:48
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I lost my heart to the sergeant
Black feathered fellow so full of regrets
We marched in lines like soldier ants
We moved in lies like hollow-eyed cadets
Is it colder ‘cross the threshold or colder in the moorland?
Is it harder to accept the sleights or brace for them beforehand?
Could I comfort you in wintertime and carry you through spring?
Should you nurse the little blackbird in hopes one day it will sing?
I find my heart just to kill it dead
With every bitter word you’ve said
You’ve said, you’ve said “I killed it dead”
You’ve said, you’ve said “I killed it dead”
I lined my bed with mallow stems
And kept the petals for his first cradle
He kept his fronts just to hold them
Held them far from me as he was able
Is it colder ‘cross the threshold or colder in the moorland?
Is it harder to accept the sleights or brace for them beforehand?
He swore he’d comfort me in winter, treat me as his bright spring
So I brought him a little blackbird that he strangled with a string
I find my heart just to kill it dead
With every bitter word you’ve said
You’ve said, you’ve said “I killed it dead”
You’ve said, you’ve said “I killed it dead”
There are memories and mysteries I carry heavy in my core
Blacker than the moonless nights or the rules by which you swore
There are stars that burn for a thousand years before we know they have died
Teaming giants of red fury less scarring than your wicked lies
I pull back the curtain and I cut off your sullen horrorshow
I draw my sword as if vindicated and I cold murder the crow
I find my heart just to kill it dead
With every bitter word you’ve said
You’ve said, you’ve said “I killed it dead”
You’ve said, you’ve said “I killed it dead”
I find my heart just to kill it dead
For every bitter word you’ve said
I murder the crow, I kill it dead
I murder the crow, I kill it dead
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3. |
Echo Home
04:10
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Oh it starts so quickly at midnight,
When your brother saw you kiss me twice
We ran for miles, heartbeats keeping time
Sloppy and bleary on white peach moonshine
When cloud cover came, we lost every sense
You scraped your knee on the old wire fence
I tore my sleeve to a neat lil strip
Kissed it better with your blood on my lips
And in the glorious aftermath,
When all is said and dead and done
I think you could have been my love
My long lost, fast, first only one
Sit in the silence, when I’m alone
Oh that almost echoes back to find a home
Pushing back, the echo of an echo
When I’m alone
Things fell apart by mid-march or may
Couldn’t catch you sober or during the day
The light that we felt was flickering fast
And I wished on stars, “please let it last”
There’s clouds overhead, black coffee flavored
But I smell the sea through every endeavor
He’s awful and snide, he won’t ever care
But when I blacked out, he was still there
And in the glorious aftermath,
When all is said and dead and done
I think you could have been my love
My long lost, fast, first only one
Sit in the silence, when I’m alone
Oh that almost echoes back to find a home
Pushing back, the echo of an echo
When I’m alone
And we’re so different, you always sang
Different as seasons with each different change
But I’m sick of bullshit, all these long, sad clichés
I just wanted love and you’re so scared of pain
Cut out the bullshit, girl, we’re both scared of pain
We ache hard for love but, god, all that pain
Our parents, sad phantoms who made us this way
We’re echoed dysfunction, calling into the rain
Goddamn you, goddamn you, through everything
I think we’re the same…
Yes, yes the tender stretches of skin
The gravel in you when I said, ”let me in”
The depth and the sadness, buried below
The way I leapt out when you said, “don’t let me go”
Please, don’t let me go
And I hear it echo
And in the glorious aftermath,
When all is said and dead and done
I think you could have been my love
My long lost, fast, first only one
Sit in the silence, when I’m alone
Oh that almost echoes back to find a home
Pushing back, the echo of an echo
When I’m alone, when I’m alone
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LynxPoint Portland, Oregon
lynxpoint is an emerging music project that consists of ray, a classically trained singer and self taught musician, and miles, a piece of dirt who can download free editing and art programs from the internet.
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