1. |
Satin Pull
05:35
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Today's silence breaks me
Today's silence breaks me.
Caught in the midnight before I go
One last look before I go.
Wait... I couldn't breathe
You'd... just turn away
I... can't find myself
In... my floating.
She thought nothing surprised her vision
She thought she'd feel the sea without the pull
She'd feel the shot, but not bleed what was hers.
Not knowing she'd given herself away...
Today's silence breaks... me.
Caught in the midnight before i go
Once last look before I go.
You don't break my silence...
You don't break the fall-pierce-blind-push-pull
-empty-buried-satin pull...
Wait... I can't go yet.
I've... given too much up.
You... can't see me drown.
In... my whirlpool.
I... still feel you.
I... still.
I still feel you.
I... still.
Today's silence breaks me.
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2. |
Overture Song
04:25
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3. |
Flea Circus
04:07
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You say...
Say a little more ...
how smart ...
you think you are.
Knuckles, knuckles, a couple more
cakes for the quirks in my "kindness of heart"
Were you dripping to start with your
only sounds of
You're only as big as a
trap door was in my eyes but
whose lightning is it ...
that you strike down?
Hold my hand,
you wish you were there
Come and die with the old chauffeurs
Watch how the world dies
with a baby that's born
Growing to say which castle is yours
You wonder ...
were all the bricks laid
with your back turned?
You say, hello, hello, hello crypt keeper;
Look, look, look there,
there's your arsonist
Watering.
Watering plants with your fools,
eating out our brains with some spoons
Say once more ...
how pure you are...
Don't go there.
don't go there.
don't.
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4. |
Colors Run
04:36
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Just let it go...
You don't want to take it back in,
but we want to look
at what we could've been.
It's a slow day,
just let it all go
Colors in my head are changing.
Colors in my head are changing.
Colors in my head are changing.
Colors in my head are changing.
And we try again, but we just couldn't take,
We couldn't live,
with this jumping, yelling.
You can't say that we didn't look in,
but you can't stand
this screaming, falling.
Colors in my head are changing.
Colors in my head are changing.
How can we change your colors?
How can we change?
Come and watch the tide roll in.
Come see the view we've made.
These bells only whisper to me,
'Where have you been?'
Lightning falls across your face,
new colors.
These days
cover me.
Colors in my head are changing.
Colors in my head are changing.
Colors in my head...
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5. |
Sky
03:16
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There was one white feather
I dropped it off.
There was no-one left to pick up.
Blue candles burn white,
and you know it's not worth your hurricane.
My showers in mud,
when you fall you slowly glide,
And everything that never felt together evaporated...
and you're a cloud.
Would you still love the sky,
if there wasn't any blue?
I look in the mirror, I'm everything I accuse
I'm everything wrong.
I've no right answers, just dried tears.
I was never abused but by me.
I'll never eat again,
I see how full I've been
I can't stop wearing other people's shoes.
There's enough energy to run forever, but nowhere to go.
I never feel at home.
There's no warmth in my winter air.
Would you still love the sky,
if there wasn't any blue?
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6. |
Overalls
03:23
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overalls, tennis shoes
lots of green stains
on your
heart strings,
strict base,
everyone trying to keep up to your
p-p-pace.
jean shorts, colorful socks,
no clean clothes,
So would you dance with me?
Red stains
on your...
apple tree,
lawn mower.
The love I had was a strong one.
Whistles, Thistles.
Camping by a pine tree,
a war tree.
So would you dance with me?
The cars pulled away, shots fired, a car crash,
your disease was spread to me on a
cold day, a long day...
tennis shoes, overalls, blankets, and flashlights.
water guns...
I have a pocket in my pocket
a love for you.
overalls
tennis shoes
kiss me
i love you.
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7. |
Sometimes
04:23
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Maybe they'll come home.
I see them with my eyes shut.
They're just a few minutes late
I'll see them when they get here.
Cause we all cry sometimes...
I'm laughing sometimes
I'm all alone sometimes
and we all die sometime.
What time was it that
you said you'd be home?
You're just a few minutes late
I'll say I'm sorry once you get here.
Cause we all cry sometimes...
I'm laughing sometimes.
I'm all alone sometimes.
and we all die sometime.
And I'm lonely sometimes, but I
miss you
always.
What time was it that you'd
said be home?
Now I can dance for a sadness, and
When you feel blue...
I'll sing you a song...
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8. |
Hallelujah
04:19
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Now I heard there was a secret chord
that David played and it pleased the Lord,
But you don't really care for music do ya?
And it goes like this, the fourth, the fifth
The minor fall and the major lift,
The baffled Kings composing Hallelujah.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Your faith was strong, but you needed proof.
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty in the moonlight overthrew ya.
But she tied you to her kitchen chair,
she broke your throne, and she cut your hair,
and from your lips you drew the Hallelujah.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah.
I did my best, it wasn't much
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch
I told the truth
I didn't mean to fool ya.
And even though it went all wrong
I'll stand before the Lord of song,
with nothing on my tongue, but Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah
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9. |
Smoke, Pine & Paper
05:37
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want to fade into
want to fade into
nothing
haunting me
and if i fade
it can't haunt me
anymore
It can't haunt me anymore
I want it to not haunt me anymore
sad magic to disappear... . .. .
Fall colors that season
river rocks to my tears
a little bit of pine
a little bit of paper
as the smoke fades from view
i want to not
i want to not feel her
i want to pull inward
-rush-away
come into a river
fade to a ripple
evaporate
into air
these things
these things we can't hide from...
Even as ash,
I can't avoid
Being a part
Of her
Of me
Of my feelings
haunting me,
yet everywhere i go
I'm still a part of m y s e l f .
want to fade
into
want to fade
into
n o t h i n g . . . .
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10. |
Sleepless Wind
06:13
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I was only...
you were only...
yours.
mine.
I was holding beyond my skin.
We couldn't give what we couldn't win.
Do you still feel I stole from you?
Forgetting what we meant to do.
Simple.
It's here.
In front of you.
Wishing
we could
feel this
sleepless wind.
It wasn't what I meant to do.
I guess I lost myself in you.
Do you still blame me for what we couldn't win?
We couldn't lose what we couldn't give.
Simple.
It's here.
in front of you.
Wishing
we could
feel this
sleepless wind.
We cradle our skin under these weights.
We cradle our skin under these weights.
We cradle our skin,
We cradle our safeties.
But I'll put out my hand,
for when you can let go.
I'll put out my hand
for when you can let go.
Can you feel this sleepless?
Can you feel this pull?
Can you feel this sleepless
wind?
I put out my hand before I go
for when you can let go.
I'll put out my hand before I go
for when you can let go.
I put out my hand before I go
For when you can let go.
I put out my hand before I go
For when you can let go.
I put out my hand before I go
For when you can let go.
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Zenobia Los Angeles, California
Formally known as Molly Zenobia, my transformation to Zen is driven by profound shifts in
perspective.
While currently involved in creative pursuits, I, Zenobia Zen, am piece by piece and step-by-step reconstructing my studio, to reconnect with all my work/s in order to rekindle all that was in progress and all that lays in wait. This process is ongoing, stay tuned...
With Love,
Zen
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