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The Flooded Road (Built on Sand)
Collision complete
The sun became the moon
Stygian clouds,
A fair match for the inside
I don't have to accept what I am
I can drown him anytime
Breath ripe
With horizon fire
The flooded road
Of fleeting desire
Our hope is built on sand
With a different base (basis) in fact
She waits for me there
Clutching a child
Love was lost in the ferns
And rekindled on the slopes
Our hope is built on sand
I don't have to accept what I am
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Darkling, I Listen
04:20
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Darkling, I Listen
This is bleak but in beautiful translation
From infinity, to the pen, to the mouth
I sing for the undertow
Darkling, I listen to its crash upon my shore
These scars are but memories to cherish
Promises carved into a chasm wall
I remain hidden inside their words,
Composed like bronze
I bend a knee
Before the sun that dives in the sea
When I die, fling my ashes high,
For the wind to disperse
All my intentions remain ethereal,
All my dreams impossible,
Save the ones I lived
When I die, fling my ashes to the wind
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An Archer, A Dancer
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An Archer, A Dancer
An archer amidst the mirth of birds
His arrow flies through arches of slanted light
Sometimes Time distills
Sometimes it flows by
A dancer bare on a shoal
Her arms raised as if she could exalt the sky
Sometimes Time distills
Sometimes it flows by
You and I are made for this earth
Not for these times
We find comfort in the berth of our pasts
We choose to wonder the lark of furtive futures
I am rudderless and adrift tonight
My pen, in sinews of ink, dries in the maelstrom
Strain your eyes
To span time
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Quiet, Humble Man
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Quiet, Humble Man
Darling, he does not possess the grace
To speak for your honour
Often, he mistakes his own pride for love
Brave and drunk on cynics' nectar
Mostly at night, the unfettered feeds the beast
Thirty years of war have not made him wiser
He wears heavy armour, like a fool
And fails to see you keep the house alight with hope
For a quiet, humble man to hold you
Thirty years of war;
You left the house alight
For a quiet, humble man
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The Black Atlantic The Netherlands
The Black Atlantic is a band formed around singer and songwriter Geert van der Velde, from the Netherlands.
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