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Entropical Paradise
02:53
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Five years gone with my heart all Idlewild.
I'm beginning to think we can never go back home.
Pandora's undone; The cat's out of the bag.
The Floodgates break, what is left to do?
Hold on to me, I think love can see you through.
It's happened before, but now the times are changing.
Send my love to you, tie my heartstrings in a bow.
One last chance to breathe before it's time to go.
I wonder what will be in five years time from now.
Will there be a world left to speak of?
Gather your strength, time is gonna need you, too.
Whether we meet again in a Foxhole or a Sofa.
Hold on to me.
I'm not gonna lose you too.
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Palisades of Ruin
04:49
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Columns tumble
Shatters the glass
Into pieces of a broken vase.
Palace upended
Resistance is low
Cast down
Down into blue.
Prospect eternal
The pity of wise men
Envy unbroken
Palisades of ruin.
Iris won't save you
The center won't hold.
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Facing West
03:33
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I see the sun
Going down
Over you and me.
I feel the wind
Blowing by
As we pass the time.
Before I'm ready
It's time to leave.
So much to remember
Yet I still can't see.
I'm not the one
You wanna place with your trust.
In my heart
Nothing is true.
I see the sun
Going down
As though for the last time.
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Failed State
02:11
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What can you do
When your faith won't hold true,
Where do you go?
I know it isn't easy,
Promise me you'd try.
We can't let this go.
I have lived in love with this for as long as I remember
But now I watch the room decay.
If we take it day by day
I know we can make it.
I know there are places yet unseen.
Pack your coat and take a ride,
It's tomorrow that we hold.
You don't belong to where you've been.
Take my hand and we can make it:
It's the future that belongs to you.
Only you...
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Meet Me In The Moonglow
06:02
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I have made my peace with the end.
But I won't leave until I find my peace.
Goodbye my friend,
Meet when the day has set.
In time, I know you'll see
What we've lost was meant to be.
In music, you can hear,
In stories, too, will tell,
The lesson you don't know.
Will you find it in the new year?
What happened to the time?
Pain of the old wound on my mind.
Prospect eternal,
That's where we'll return.
High-rent temple risen,
Broken cities burn.
Where do your run,
Where will you meet me?
If this is indeed goodbye,
I know you'll send my wishes.
For those no longer with us,
My heart burns in agony.
To those we've yet to meet,
I will turn a smile and greet.
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Emily Sloan Evanston, Illinois
Post-industrialism can be such a drag.
Multi-Instrumentalist, songwriter, and producer from Ann Arbor, Michigan.
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