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23 was a bright year. A year of growth, a flood of words, a non stop flow of visceral cinematic images in a life played out under a golden dawn of quickening, and apocalypse within. These songs sprung forth that year, or are of character that left indelible marks on me that year, and I, them. Slainte.
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Before
I fall so hard at times like this
when It seems the night could only exist
to help my demons find their way to my door
in my night scene my sight is pain
and pulsing blood is pouring rain
and I cant escape this haunted metaphor
awakened by my torrent screams
from crimson skies I see in dreams
when I feel myself walking in the fire
for moments I will feel free flight
when poets thought keeps still the night
until I feel the weight of my desire
for hours I will speak my thought
a book the clever demons bought
I regain ownership when I repay
the price is wisdom, peace of mind
something one may never find
and if I did I’m not sure I’d give it away
but is there treasure in a doctrine
or anyway out of the rock I’m locked in
and will I have to suffer for my salvation
suffer long within this abyss
awaiting wisdom’s timely kiss
my demons are my only real relations
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released March 23, 2013
Brent David Fraser - Vocals, Lyrics, Melodies, Acoustic Guitar
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