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i awaken through the clatter of history
my armor falls around me
aware, my eyes open
i’ve been here before
ashes floating in the air
looking up into the same constellations we saw last time
the same complicated wreckage of our lives
another spin of the universal wheel
i land in another cycle: observer, victim, and perpetrator
repeating my mistakes, again, again, again
i’m a brutal man raging at a boy shivering in the dirt
or holding a young pilot dying on a beach
if only i hadn’t been too late
if only i hadn’t been too late
every so often when i awaken i see your face
in this incarnation we don’t hurt each other
cherish this beauty, too soon it will be ash
then i speak, but discord steps in
i recall this is when i always leave
spin the wheel once more, watch the galaxy turning
the cycle begins upon itself
one cycle closer to understanding
i close my eyes and try to remember
i close my eyes, watch the galaxy turning, and i forget
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i don’t know, i just don’t know, does anything remain?
something not worn away by all the battles
can i trust again? can i even trust myself?
i haven’t left the house in days, calling in sick with spirits watching over me
drinking alone, i’m thinking you’ll abandon me when you keep finding me like this, of course i can stop, i promised i’ll stop
why don’t you hold me and talk anymore? why are you shouting? every word a lifetime, a lifetime, a lifetime
i wish i could take back those angry words, i really only wanted to tell you i loved you
does anything remain through all the mistakes and all the wasted years, i try to forget myself
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In my memories
03:37
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you’re twenty-three again, in my backyard
laughing by the pool, diving underwater
you come up and smile at me, in my memories
what if we could go back there, and i could hold you?
what if it was that summer again, and it felt like it was real?
so damn real! i taste your kisses
the water on your lips, you’re drippin’ all over my feet again
maybe we’d stay there, and maybe we’d never come back
maybe we’d always be there
maybe i’m there, and i want to be trapped in my memories
maybe i’m lost, beneath the planks
or that time in the cabin, or slithering naked across a thousand blades
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the Stars
04:42
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nothing to stop me from drowning in hopelessness
except for another, except for another, except for another love
another chance to get it right, another chance to feel alive
you walk through the door, snow in your hair, tears in my eyes
he says he doesn’t understand why i take life so hard
always another, always another, always another doubt
another chance i’ll let you down, these overwhelming feelings around
i look up from the kitchen table, i try to smile
he says, “all of this makes you who you are
i love you like you love the stars:
so far away, so brilliantly beaming
your luminosity enlightens my dreams.”
we escape into dreams
to keep reality away
all of this makes us what we are
i love you like i love the stars
we’re imperfect but that’s ok
we are imperfect in every way
i love you like i love the stars
i love the stars
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On some faraway beach
02:53
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in my room alone with my fears taking me
thoughts of losing you wash right over me
smelling your skin i’d smile, losing you, losing you
touching your hand made it all ok for another day
i walk into the sparkling water on some faraway beach
i dream of holding your hands again, i rush underwater to be forgotten
and fear brought me closer to you, closer
and fear brought us closer, closer
and losing you, and drifting out to sea
and losing you, i’m lost
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all of the things i wanted, all of the things i could be
forever and ever beyond my grasp, slips away from me
and oh, i lived in my obscurity
and oh, i lived in my obscurity
believing, is not the same as being alive
and living, is never the same when you’re living a lie
hold me tight in a warm embrace, reveal my deception
just a coward cowering behind his fears, prepared for my destruction
and hold me tight in a withering fire, burn my disguise
i’m losing at a life that i have not lived, defeated in my victory
i think i once felt a moment of passion, i think i’d like to feel alive
joy, hate, sex, thirst, longing, pain, passion, i think i want to feel alive
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To touch the milky way
08:12
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with these hands, i reach for the stars, the stars above you
another lifetime, another battlefield, i reach to touch the milky way above you
if only i hadn’t been too late, if only, if only, if only i’d arrived
i lost my friends there. i hope we go somewhere when we die, what are we if not eternal?
why do we fight, and love and die? on my back in the dust with my eyes on the wheel of the milky way
so the infinite can know itself. we are awake for the infinite to know itself
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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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