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redefine pure faith
05:19
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if only i could taste one drop of your unhappiness
if only i could live again within your mystery
if only i could capture the essence of purity.
reawaken me, entranced by flesh and lace
a beauty haunts me, an encompassing embrace.
no more lies, no more lies
the vulture has poisoned my garden
fear, insecurities, shaped my actions.
redefine pure faith for me.
redefine pure faith for me.
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fin de siécle
05:55
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now my child, you would be five; through everything by my side
in this fin de siécle spirit; this age of selfishness
did we permit everything to slip away?
did i lose everything i believed in?
is there no tomorrow? only thoughts for today
is there no tomorrow? i trusted you
should you have been brought into this cold dark world
fatherless, abandoned with our child within
in this life there are no fathers not on heaven nor on earth
we spend our life searching for this lost fragment of our soul
immersed in self-indulgence is there no hope for beauty?
whose arms are big enough to hold my fears?
already i have more than i can bare.
this life i once opened to joy
now lies twisted in pain
this is dying and not loving
the honey now flows with blood
i will die with this guilt . . . . . knowing i betrayed myself.
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with my sorrows
07:06
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on the tide withdrawn she disappeared, back to the deepest sea
the shells whisper secretly, she’s the one i’ve waited for a thousand years
i feel it in the salted air, in the moon’s moist breath
a need to recreate the worlds we once shared.
medieval mosques had warmed her then, charcoal blackened her eyes
young. intense. untouchable. weaving her spiral of desire
she had dreams beneath a golden sun, festivals passionate.
traded cruelly between hands of men. a possession. masked. bound. and sold.
i listened to dreams of another life, painted in luscious breath
pescaré a mi amor con mis dolores
pescaré a mi amor con mis dolores
beneath the sea is a tower, in the tower there’s a window where she waits
it’s a shame she sleeps alone, reach out to me i will come to you
in that case let me be a fisherman, i’ll fish for my love with my sorrows.
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wings tattered, fallen
06:25
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i thought i saw an angel. he reminded me of you. dark. tall. long hair. your hair. gliding through the air. just out of reach. turning back in anger. my angel? i thought i met an angel. he reminded me of you. fallen. i tried to pick you up. i tried to hold your hand. turning back in anger. i thought i saw an angel.
he reminded me of you. arms outstretched. begging for a kiss. begging for a smile. begging for release.
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fitful
04:56
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if i could reconstruct you from a thousand tear-stained memories, which one would i build? shall i call you forth from your fitful sleep to re-emerge, renewed? if we could reconstruct ourselves from a thousand bloody fragments, would the knives still tear a gaping hole through the words we thought were truth?
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she was so beautiful to watch, swirling in and out of view
a seemingly spanish dancer, hands and heels -- a moon-faced girl with eyes downturned
subtle flesh stirs beneath blackened threads -- refined and tempting
so shy and enticing, yet i fear she’ll disappear before the night ends.
time seems to bring us together again
a decade later in another face - are you the girl i’ve been dreaming of?
you look like her, you smile like her - that raven-haired beauty of another time
a rush of memories washing over me - i’ve always been waiting for someone to set me free.
those eyes quietly tell me of the passion we could share
your dance reminds me of the life we once knew
snares for my hopes, snares for my thoughts, snares for my dreams -- drifting on to oblivion
can you tell me about the intuition i feel -- can you tell me about everything i long to understand?
remnants of a deeper purity
remnants of a deeper purity
she was so beautiful to watch - drifting out on to oblivion
a moon-faced memory with eyes downturned - are you the one, the one i’ve been dreaming of?
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your breath upon my face. to hold you. a gentle caress. your smell. your skin. a million memories. endless nights, soft and gentle slumber. my imagination, my dreams. my thoughts. to be held tight in your arms tonight, to carry me away. your dark eyes, your soft skin. your beauty. transported back a thousand years or a thousand miles, to lie within; to remain, an instant. a life i lived. abandoned. but i never abandoned you.
i will always remember you. i will always remember us together. another night or another lifetime,
i will always remember you. i will always remember . . .
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i have no more answers
10:32
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i know you need to ask of me
i know you need to ask of me
but i . . . . . .
but i . . . . . . have no more
i have no more answers
i have no more answers
i have no more reasons why i lived that way
i have no more feelings
my eyes no longer cry
i’ve lost my tears
here i stand
all of me before your eyes
no more lies. no more lies.
just me. pure me.
just me. real me.
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Bonus DIsc:
00:04
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en la mar ay una torre
00:59
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with my sorrows - part 2
13:07
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with my sorrows - part 3
06:25
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pescaré a mi amor con mis dolores
pescaré a mi amor con mis dolores
beneath the sea is a tower, in the tower there’s a window where she waits
it’s a shame she sleeps alone, reach out to me i will come to you
in that case let me be a fisherman, i’ll fish for my love with my sorrows.
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hidden track
02:05
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Black Tape For A Blue Girl Portland, Oregon
Get exclusive music: blacktapeforabluegirl.bandcamp.com/patron from Black Tape for a Blue Girl & Sam Rosenthal. I released my first cassette in 1984! BlackTape's first LP was in 1986; the music incorporates darkwave, ethereal, ambient, goth and art rock elements. This page also includes my ambient/electronic music, as well as side-projects. Thanks for listening. ... more
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