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Dripping Wax
02:44
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Winter rock rose, sun-stained windows
Pale flowing rainbows on this fog-covered floor
A face in the shade of dark noon columns
The water-pocked rock just looks on, solemn
Painted fingers smeared unseeing eyes
Drunken fingers caught in late night stupour
Bottles haunted just by empty dreams
Wishes given up to nightly steam
Only echoed laughter now wakes this dust
One forgotten scarf draped over an old chair
Smoking floarboards soaked in years of rum
And from a smoking black wick comes
Dripping wax
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You can scream your thoughts at nothing
Off a cliff into the wind
Bottled up inside your broken mind
And nothing changes, the wind just rages on
And if you worry about the distance
About the wildfires eating air
You can worry in your armchair
And nothing changes, the fires just rage on
You may save some rocks from drowning
Or save a turtle from smothered death
Pick up plastic along the shoreline
And nothing changes, the rest just rages on
Here in the peaks, so high above the ocean shore
It's just a window, that shows us all that's going away
Here we don't feel, we only see the food in our fridge
Here we are free, of everything that burns and drowns
Up in the sky, the world is just the same as ever
No fires here, just banks and business and roaring laughter
And up in the sky, we're all just chasing sunshine
Escape from the pain, I can't change it so I'm hiding away
Our hands are made of golden coins
Welded together with a law book's cover
For now they can pick up the cinders
And I want to pick up so much
Throw the bonfire in the ocean
But gold melds and my skin is so thin
Where are the big hands, I'm sure I've seen a few before
Catching the sunlight, don't they care about the future
There's chimney fields and chains of smog
Seas of plastic and glowing rivers
But sure I'll stop using straws
Two people stare in each other's eyes
Scared of their knives when the house is burning
Maybe that's where the big hands are
Why don't they look up, maybe the gold has reached their necks
We have nothing, we're moving on a candlelit wasteland
Don't you worry about all the soot
That clings to our withered lungs
Cause the fires die down eventually
And your hands can't burn away
Don't you see the shapes that everyone
Leaves when they fade away
Under rising tides and barren soil
Until all that's left is glass
And it glitters in the morning sun
And it lights the flaming grass
The horizon's grey and trembling
They're just waiting for your shards
And it won't be long until you fall
Cause the aircon's gathering the dust
Of everything that burnt to death
As you watched and sipped your tea
And sure you gave them the limelight to speak to you
But when you have money you don't need ears
And sure you don't miss the world that you destroyed
But I hope you have a plan
Cause the flames are growing strong
And the trees turn into dust
And it won't even be that long
Before all that's left is plastic and rust
Just plastic and rust
And the world is raging past us
And the cinders are ghosts and dreams
We all see it but no one stops it
Cause we're all just candles in the bonfire
And a flame goes up in smoke
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Witch of the Ice
03:32
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Footsteps glitter in the snow
A trail of shadows that slowly grows
Leading up to broken peaks
But life stays far below
You have left all behind
Frozen it out
Used to be so defined
Witch of the ice
In the distance just narrow streets
Muffled voices, shuffling feet
It's so clear now that you're here
They're still fighting the sleet
That's what you left behind
To find yourself
Now you are undefined
Witch of the ice
Here in the silence your name is gone
Free from the past, but then what's left
Glistening on the horizon's dawn
Endless peaks, so much to
Remake yourself with
Repair your skin
The blisters don't even hurt
Witch of the ice
There's a palace atop the cliff
Made of ice and the question what if
You just leave it all behind
You're not frozen stiff
You're always free to decide
And visitors will come
To pause to stare and to cry
Witch of the ice
Witch of the ice
Away from the eyes
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Shattered plates shimmer in the sunlight of a shattered day
Frozen as the water bleeds into the air
And the songs of trees that once littered our open throats
Fade into forgotten mines
Broken lanterns along the crags, the last mist surrounds the wick
Reflected in its glass I see a broken face
And the echoes of a fishing boat, my oars splashing on dry land,
Drive my kingdom away
Painted masks litter the paths that lead away from me
And the last is torn in half, dented golden chimes
Dust storms burn across the sand that no one seems to understand
As it swallows cities whole
Have I ever held your hand or did I just dream that you were here
And can you hear me shout when I've burnt through my voice
When we're gone and you're just a ghost the fires burn in open hearths
Until the coals run out
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Float Away
03:50
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And of course I know it's not fair to just stay angry with you
But you did break me and it's taken so long to repair myself
How did we lose each other on the path?
Why couldn't we see the lanterns float?
And of course I know it's only natural that things change like this
We were still growing up and looking down, finding a way
But how did we not see the trees between us?
How did we fail to hear them grow?
And it's easy now to see the things we should've done differently
But still it's hard if not undesirable to place blame
It's sometimes still floating down this river
Along the banks of my mind
How did we lose each other on the path?
Who were we trying to live for?
And of course I know it's simply differences that grew over the years
And of course I know we couldn't see where the trees ended
Or where the paths led
Or where the water took our past
But we did float away
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Smokestack Faerie Vaasa, Finland
A progressive rock project about love, loneliness and the world around us. Tim Reus is a Finland-based songwriter and bassist who loves odd time signatures and bombastic compositions with sparse, old-fashioned orchestration.
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