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The Ghost Of (Part 1)
05:39
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Reflection feeds what you couldn't be, but tried.
Brave face I see, the mirror knows who lied.
Lost in between the tears burning my eyes,
A version of me, an image flipped down the line.
The faithful will see, a place for me in the sky.
Oh, such a dream. A second chance - another try.
A comforting scene, a cell of space to occupy.
Where sins are redeemed, before too long
I'll say Goodbye.
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The Wolf
04:20
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Gone, righting wrongs. So distant, I despond.
What I choose, I tend to loose. A sense of focus is now gone.
What to do, all I've been through - I'm nothing, if not strong.
All I've become, feeling numb, seeking messages through song.
Oh, the Wolf hides in the Mountains.
A better vantage point to see
A phase of life that's yet to be.
Oh, the Wolf looks out for me.
Fear, another seer - the predictions never clear.
Teacher, another preacher, more hope that I hold dear.
Faith, space, the expanse that I now near.
What I've become, feeling numb, to the messages I hear.
Oh, the Wolf hides in the Mountains.
A better vantage point to see
A phase of life that's yet to be.
Oh, the Wolf looks out for me.
Oh, the Wolf sinks it's teeth into the flesh of my feet.
Along a track, seldom worn,
I am dragged and I am torn.
Oh, the Wolf hides in the Mountains.
The rain cleansing me.
Oh, the Wolf hides in the Mountains.
Where life returns and I'm set free.
Into a world that's meant to be,
Oh, the Wolf looks out for me.
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Control (Warm & Kind)
04:16
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Closing in from being up and down for too long.
Protecting, seeking the upper-hand all along.
I just can't take what's warm and kind,
It feels wrong.
Tearing skin, cutting deeper until it's gone.
I draw you in and I'll push you away just as strong.
For I just can't take what's warm and kind,
Where I belong.
Puzzle pieces I could need, I deem distasteful.
Thinking back, a younger me, the failure of a family.
When people start leaving me, I deem it fateful,
When I reached out for what I need,
You blacked out in front of me.
If I let you in, beyond the walls I've held all along.
A knight, shining, becomes the devil and then it's gone.
Because I just can't take what's warm and kind,
For too long.
Helping hands, there used to be, deem me ungrateful.
Extending out, again they feed the emptiness inside of me.
Missing pieces others need, I view as wasteful,
If I control all I see, there's no power over me.
So I just can't take what's warm and kind,
and what I need I won't ever find.
If where I'm looking's wrong.
Spoken:
A visit, maybe, could heal your darkness. Bring you out into the air. It will feel lonely when thought's the only influence you can bear. I long to see you, but I'm looking right through a shadow and a vacant stare. I'm searching for you, at a loss, what to do, with a presence no longer there.
I don't know where I've gone, I see a light. In a distance I've aimed so long, It's always night. Your voices all sound so wrong, I don't hear them right. A mixture of static and song, you all feel alive...But absent, I arrive.
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Loop
03:33
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Nothing to see here, I am fine. I've just got something in my eye.
I'm told to suffer is to be alive.
Alleviation's what we strive for.
I wonder where all this begun, I've tried but I can't blame anyone.
For another wretched day under the sun.
I'm crossing them off one by one.
In hope that I may see through the life that I lead.
(I think I'm falling down).
In the air I'm everywhere,
Caught in a Loop there's something wrong.
A vacant stare, my cross to bear,
Caught in a Loop there's something wrong.
The voices never kind to you, defenceless no matter what you'd do.
Another wretched state you've been dragged through,
Believing what they say is true.
In hope that you won't see through the lies that the feed.
(They start to tear you down).
In the air they're everywhere,
Caught in a Loop there's something wrong,
A vacant stare, your cross to bear,
Caught in a Loop there's something wrong.
Out of place, your steps retraced,
Caught in a Loop there's something wrong,
A failed prayer, your cross to bear,
Caught in a Loop there's something wrong,
Returning to where you came from.
Caught in a Loop there's something wrong.
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5. |
Pilgrim
03:11
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Here you stand, before a path so long.
This time, you're travelling light.
A trailed man, had since moved on,
His flame drifting off in the night.
From where he'd land, he'd play along,
To movements of greater height.
A vision grand, with a plan as strong,
The weight of the world set alight.
And thought it hurts you, your commitment to virtue,
With burning wings on a flight.
If you push through, the fire will shape you.
The Pilgrim in the Night.
And though it hurts you, your commitment to virtue,
With burning hands that are tied,
Just try to cut through the deadwood that plagues you.
Said the Pilgrim in the Night.
And though it burns you, your commitment to virtue,
Another dead horse for the ride.
In all you go through, the fire creates you,
The Pilgrim in the Night.
And when you feel it, your fate will seal it.
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Salvation
03:15
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Would they kindly hear out your appeal?
Tricking yourself with another deal,
You tell a hopeful lie.
Your memory and fate are to be sealed.
Judged against a standard, an ideal.
Another question why?
Another question why?
When you thought that you were free
Another dead-end you'd meet
In people and places you're running from.
And it brings you to your knees,
A fake choice, another tease,
Toward the same world you don't belong.
As you start to near the edge, you crawl.
Over all the noise, you heard a call.
A helpful passer-by.
Out of view, your back against the wall.
In counting down the moments to the fall,
Their voice becomes a cry.
Their voice becomes a cry.
When you thought that you were free,
Hands wrap around your feet,
In desperation, they're holding on.
The felt sense of ease,
That moment, just a tease.
Salvation, so long.
Spoken:
It's like one thing after another, but on top of each other and all at the same time. It'll be fine. It'll be OK. It doesn't even hurt anymore.
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7. |
Absentee
06:02
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Two paths becoming intertwined.
I pray you define yours in time,
And fear won't deviate me from mine.
Broken lovers, Broken minds.
No matter what I sought as guides,
I'd let my lessons fall to my false pride.
Deny the consequence of having you,
By my side.
Inside the world behind your eyes.
Another love, tested and tried.
Oh, I should have listened to my dreams.
They were warning me.
Now I'm a witness to the help you need.
What I chose, my Absentee.
I fear I'd fallen in to deep.
The secrets, so hard to believe.
Deny the toll it took on me,
To walk with your stride.
The troubled thoughts you tried to hide.
They form the prison you're inside.
Oh, I should have listened to my dreams.
They were haunting me.
Oh, but you gave the Ghost Of comfort, for selfish needs.
What I chose, my Absentee.
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Tossing and turning through sunrise,
Foreseeing the bags under my eyes.
The weight of the coming day bears down,
The pressure showing on my crown.
A moment to cleanse I must allow,
Visitors aren't welcome now.
Carving the count for every day,
Until I lift from where I lay.
Then I'll be drifting through, the walls I've backed into,
If you grant me this humble plea,
Deliver me from all this aching,
The emptiness that leaves me shaking.
The air is chilled, a sudden breeze.
Shadows move in times like these.
A cross of cards, I've counted five,
You're waiting for someone else to arrive?
A knock on the table, a gentle tease.
You withdraw your hands on to your knees.
A prayer to cleanse, I must allow.
Visitors aren't welcome now.
And I'll be drifting through, the walls we've backed into,
If you grant me this humble plea,
Deliver me from all this aching,
The emptiness that leaves me shaking.
And I'll that I once knew, the people I'd attached to,
Through the course of time, left to see,
The world around me, slowly breaking.
A Purgatory of my making.
Spoken:
Again, I face the darkness. The light cut out on me. It's hard to know where I am up to, If I cannot see. I've been blinded by the heartless - the others, and then me. It's hard to know what we are up to if we all agree.
I've been feeling empty all along. I tried to fill myself with what was wrong. My vain attempts to be whole were bleeding out my soul
A short sequence of moments, I'm caught up in the stream. Patterns I should be accustomed to had me on my knees.
I feel these days are numbered, with space I make to dream. Yet again, I'm holding onto what's left of me.
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9. |
The Ghost Of (Part 2)
04:25
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I feel I've told you all I need.
There's not much more to hear from me.
With words so cheap, yet actions few,
I failed at what I set out to do.
Upon each morning, this heavy head.
Come Judgement Day, I'll hide instead.
Once I would give anything to rise and see
The man that I tried to be.
Now on this path my choices line,
I stand wilfully blind.
Through never quite leaving behind,
All the tales of decline, The monsters I'd find.
A growing fear my Ghost was near,
Trailing up from behind, when I turn to find,
It is the case, It's Him, I face.
I'll thank you for your time and
Say Goodbye.
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Peter Turk Australia
Singer-Songwriter from Brisbane, Queensland, Australia
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