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Epitaph
03:44
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Here lie
The gathered remains
Fractured but plain, to see.
All that's been played -
These cards, hearts, and hands.
An unchanged mind
A head, with closed eyes,
Dead end.
This scattering of dust
Unto what lie before us
As we arrive at
The end of
Your reign.
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2. |
Asylum
04:42
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3. |
Ghostly Grains
04:08
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Sand slips from hands that grip too hard
Ghostly grains now mark these empty palms
Giving in to never wanting to lose
What's been gained
What's been gained
Phantom pain
Phantom pain
Has notice been taken
Will it hit an rush right through you
She's chained but I've slipped away
Has notice been taken
Will it hit an rush right through you
She's chained but I've slipped away
Nothing fools you better than the lie you tell yourself
Nothing fools you better than the lie you tell yourself
Nothing fools you better than the lie you tell yourself
Nothing fools you
Nothing fools you
Better
She's yours to keep.
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4. |
Little
02:14
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Come on out
If you'd like
I think I'm able now
Innocence
Cannot exist
But we'll see what we can find
Around these parts, these times.
We'll savor what we can
We'll save what we can
We'll savor what we can
We'll save what we can
Little one
Your pulse beats
In the palm
of our hand
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5. |
Moth and Mayfly
05:03
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6. |
This Time
03:18
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The dust is in our eyes
The crumbling is showing
Clear as day what's been missed
The underground sees light
Everything is magnified
How will we take to this
Where will we head this time
Where will we head this time
Well I have hope
But history speaks poorly of us
Yes I have hope
But history speaks clearly
She says it won't be long
Till clarity is gone again
We'll make the same mistakes
And we'll carry on the same
For this is the way it's always been
Where will we head this time
Take solace in the truth of change
Where will we head this time
It's only a matter of time
Where will we head this time
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7. |
Still
04:11
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Shins in the water
See it all from the outside in
With this water she feels it she's a
Part of a past of something
In the distance she hears them
In the distance she hears it all
These voices rising
Voices rising
As she's quietly walking on
Into the dawn
Ancient waters running through
Tell me we can be still
From these voices rising
These voices rising
As we're quietly walking on
Into the dawn
I've never known a love
Like that of this willow tree
Listen as she tells me
It doesn't have to be
Fight or flight or freeze or fawn
Fight or flight or freeze or fawn
Cos we can be still
Yes we can be still
We can be still
As a willow tree
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Lydia Ang Singapore
Singapore-based composer/songwriter who's trying her hardest to thrive in a crazy world like this.
Lydia Ang recommends:
This compilation is important documentation of a vibrant yet often overlooked scene in the region. Honored to be on it - Take a listen and support the generous effort that C-drik has poured into this!
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Vol. 4 Women of Experimental Music
by Sounds from the Corridor
So many talented experimental musicians!
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Tentative Armor Reworks
by Michael Harren
Michael Harren is such a wonderful composer, and a person who is so full of heart.
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Darkness Visible - EP
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