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The Cleft Serpent
05:36
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Iāve lived this life many times before with you
the pain Iāll inescapably summon
waiting in the void, I dream of you
Iām dust, Iām debris, Iām destruction
dust, decay, Iām destruction
donāt let me hold you, donāt you see that I always drop you, my love
you thought Iāwas docile, thatās just the millennia of fatigue
The Cleft Serpent, at your service
Surveying the battlefield, I just walk away
youāre dying in the dust, eyes on the wheel of the milky way
I break him, I break him, you humans are too fragile
you thought you could trust me, you really shouldnāt trust me
you thought you could trust me, you really shouldnāt trust me
I know the pain Iām fated to inflict
I know the pain Iām fated to inflict
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The Trickster
05:23
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Like two snakes basking in the setting sun
we watch the birds ride the currents where the hills crash down to the sea
shivering, he says, āYouāre as cold as ice, check it and see.ā
his wry smile flickers elegantly
and I was captured some lifetimes ago
this trickster has a trick in store, as he plunges the knife
Must I lose you?
another search for perfection
next life tragic, next life tragic, always tragedy
plunging, wings almost touch the sea
āSnakey, who you talkinā to?ā he chokes, coughing up blood
no more tricks, stay with me
this trickster plunges the knife, takes his own life
love, heās willing to sacrifice
our loveĀ, heās willing to sacrifice
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Oh, so you call these feelings?
I donāt understand them, I donāt know what to do with them
I sold my soul to some serpent, who went slithering by
I think I lost a bet in a past life, that wasnāt a pleasant way to die
In the dark, I think we did some bad things
those memories go off like bombs, my heart he wanted to steal
the way he looks at me, I donāt like the feelings he feels
heās neither heroic nor pure, but yes! he returns for me
Youāre a turd in a temple, a shit on a shoe
a spiritual refuge for me is a laugh-riot for you
well at least weāre not strangling each other, Iāll take a laugh any day,
mmmmmmmmm!
a refuge for two tricksters, two punks pushing the world away
Hid away in this hidden villa
feelings, I donāt want to feel
the strategy comes undone
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Ares & Hermes
05:50
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Hermes held aloft with my hand āround his throat
above the blood-stained battle
my helmet crested with plumes
My serpent-string song drives the men on
rallied by warās dreadful roar
Iām strengthened by their savagery
Hermes held with my sword to his throat
Iāve conceived new methods of carnage
malevolence, wrath, relentlessness
Heās so thin, heās hardly there at all
destroy the one who once saved me
in order to avoid ā to avoid
Hermes held aloft with my hand āround his throat
above the blood-stained battle
my helmet crested with plumes
My serpent-string song drives the men on
rallied by warās dreadful roar
Iām strengthened by their savagery
Hermes held with my sword to his throat
Iāve conceived new methods of carnage
malevolence, wrath, relentlessness
Heās so thin, heās hardly there at all
destroy the one who once saved me
in order to avoid ā to avoid
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āWith these hands, I reach for the stars, the stars above youā
another lifetime, another battlefield, āI reach to touch the milky way above youā
If only I hadnāt been too late, if only, if only, if only Iād arrived
āI lost my friends there, I hope we go somewhere when we die, what are we if not eternal?ā
āWhy do we fight, and love and die?
on my back in the dust with my eyes on the wheel of the milky wayā
So the infinite can know itself, we are awake for the infinite to know itself
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So Tired Of Our History
07:09
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Eternity, itās such a damn long time
a long time for regretting
civilizations come and go
but he doesnāt see me cominā ā no, he doesnāt see me cominā
so tired of our history
so tired of our history
If itās all just another story
if itās all just repetition
if itās all just a chance to inflict pain
then Iād really like to stop playinā the game
Iād really like to get out of this deal
break this cycle
replay that hand Iād win the bet
Hey, who do I talk with to get my check?
Maybe Iāll awaken ā maybe Iāll make my escape
so tired of our history
so tired of our history
if I let ya go do ya think Iād be free?
if I let ya go do ya think Iād break free?
What if death is not defeat? not the ultimate failure
what if death just comes and goes?
but he doesnāt see me cominā ā no, he doesnāt see me cominā
spin the wheel once more ā another story begins
I try to push it away
so tired of our history
so tired of our history
Lift my head from the earth
shake the years from my eyes
I look past the broken wreckage
I find you there in the bulrushes
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The Matchmaker
04:15
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Frozen in anticipation
stagnation annihilation
Iāshake him he doesnāt awaken
this doesnāt feel like me
it doesnāt seem to be
not the choices I would have made
Times Square, March two-thousand and eight
a swirl of formless faces
smiling, laughing, screaming
before you know it, youāve lit the match
burned it all down
or murdered a million others
we could justify anything
Humans find it hard
to sit idly by
always have to do things
atrocities to pass the time
so as not to confront the anxiety of our ambivalence
so as not to confront the anxiety of uncertainty
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I'm The One Who Loses
03:26
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We gotta get out of sight, duck into a fluorescent underground parking garage
heās pulling at door handles, oh cute he thinks we can escape
Iām the one who loses, Iām the one who loses
āYouāre the one who lost it,āāhe shouts. āWhereād you stash that getaway car?ā
too entranced to move, too pained to run
burst through sliding doors, dirty faces and cracked floors
red and blue flashes, he takes my weight dragging him down
shouting voices, people rushing, needles, alarms
my bloody shirt, bullet holes and dying red roses
crumpled on the cement, bright lights, dirty floors
I said you shouldnāt trust me, I said you shouldnāt trust me
Iām the one who loses, Iām the one who loses
his eyes get wide, he finally recognizes
āSnakey, donāt leave me, I canāt live without youā
my death arrives to devour my fading warmth
he rides the currents over my collapse
Iām the one who loses, Iām the one who loses
fragile tender moments with so much nothingness around them
your face fills every thought, as Iām dragged protesting to the void
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Black Tape For A Blue Girl Portland, Oregon
Black Tape For A Blue Girl creates darkwave, ethereal, neoclassical, ambient, goth albums. This page also includes my
ambient/electronic music, as well as side-projects. Thanks for listening. Sam
Patrons receive exclusive music: blacktapeforabluegirl.bandcamp.com/patron
Formed in 1986
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Tim, where are you now?
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My collaboration with Projekt electronic artists
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MIX TAPE 4 MATT (name your price)
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