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Orthos
02:42
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The crossing
04:06
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Indecision like a stack
Casts a shadow all across my days
As they stretch me on the rack
And state that I must change my ways
Incongruent and slack
A drifter chained to their timeline
Is there no going back?
It pains me just to stand in line
I feel like changing track
I'm always in the firing line
Is there something that I lack?
It feels like I am out of time
I can't relate
I put too much weight on these thoughts
And I can't get across anymore
I can't relate
I put too much weight on the cost
And I can't get across anymore
I keep on falling back
Quicksand and banal delays
She keeps on setting traps
Sits back to watch the edges fray
Endless state of collapse
But i'm still dreaming of a better way
But my trigger finger perhaps
Has maybe seen better days
I feel like changing track
I'm always in the firing line
Is there something that I lack
It feels like I am out of time
I can't relate
I put too much weight on these thoughts
And i can't get across anymore
I can't relate
I put too much weight of the cost
And I can't get across anymore
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Which way is up?
05:29
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There's a lot of noise in the world today
It's getting hard to differentiate
The pantomime becomes the play
But it costs so much more than it did back in the day
Scarcely factual
Opinion bullshit
Misled, mis-read overt shit fit
Which way is up?
Where is the ground here?
I can't find myself
But i'm all around
There's a lot of noise in the world today
It's getting hard to differentiate
Watch your mouth
Take the pill
Be the biggest fish in the smallest pond
And hope you never get ill
Scarcely factual
Opinion bullshit
Misled, mis-read overt shit fit
Which way is up?
Where is the ground?
I can't find myself
Yet i'm all around
There's a lot of noise in the world today
It's getting hard to differentiate...
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4. |
Lost in translation
03:47
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If you don't know yourself
There is just no way to tell when you are in danger
I still need a friend
Who will fight and will defend and will guide me through the strangers
If I could only start again
Maybe lose a little less in the translation
Is it such a crime
That I am still not ready
To let the poetry die?
If there's still time
And if I hold it steady
Will the poetry survive?
If you don't know yourself
There is just no way to tell when you are in danger
I still need a friend
Who will fight and will defend and will guide me through the strangers
If I could only start again
Maybe lose a little less in the translation
Is it such a crime
That I am still not ready
To let the poetry die?
If there's still time
And if I hold it steady
Will the poetry survive?
If there's still time
And if I hold it steady
Will the poetry thrive?
If you don't know yourself
There is just no way to tell
When you are in danger...
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The State of the Art London, UK
The State of the Art has been my solo project since c.2008. Initially an acoustic project, I now employ whatever instruments I have to hand (Guitar, Piano, Synth, Drum Machine) that best illustrate what I am trying to convey.
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