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Remnants

by Sympathy and The Lion

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1.
What's to become of us here when we've locked ourselves away behind invisible lines? I heard you fell for New York and that New York fell for you that acceptance was not what you sought but was it something to defend or hide behind? Someday I will rise all the way up to my knees and agree the best of you has nothing at all to do with me. In-between the tired candles of that night and the ancient gold of morning I will learn not to speak and I will not dare to speak out-loud until I have nothing to say. I'm guilty of taking what comes easy you say you have regrets I've heard them all I shape-shift all my memories into a history of my choosing and now acceptance is not what I seek I want something to defend I want you to hide behind me until we learn that we are never ahead and we are never behind time. Someday I will rise all the way up to my knees and agree the best of me has nothing at all to do with me In-between the tired candles of that night and the ancient gold of morning I will learn to not speak and I will not dare to speak out-loud until I have nothing to save.
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I can still see you on the terrace singing above the Latin Quarter of Paris but I can't remember all your words Something about how you were never gonna go back to Los Angeles and break free from the ones who only love you for who you used to be stand somewhere between sympathy and pride with nothing to hide as Paris turned on the lights and sapphired the sky I got sick in Pere Lachaise I thought about digging up Chopins hands wearing his bones around my neck putting him to use again and writing you a song called Paris above all the ones who are only loved for who they used to be somewhere between nostalgia and forgetting Camille Claudel and Jacques Brel sat beside me sculpting and singing Draw your strength from the tortures of beauty you can touch what you cannot possess you make the eyes of old portraits glisten you're a rose in the snow a witness I reached for you from across the Seine the dark secrets of her discipline in a secret ceremony I touched your reflection and it undulated to a memory in my blood The gypsy boys played their accordion songs sad but strong haunted by the girls on the underground trains red lipstick dressed in black all the beauty of Paris on their backs. Drawing strength from the tortures of beauty you can touch what you cannot possess you make the eyes of old portraits glisten you're a rose in the snow a witness
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Diego c.1877 04:41
Diego, run for if I could take your place I'd never change. Put me in your pocket. You're like a razor blade you never hesitate. Take me through the places I fear Let me roll your cigarettes Can I wear your museum destined hat? I'll braid and bead your hair in all the colors of the leaves that tremble as if the whole world is under our breath. Lets go Thieving horses Arms spread we're flying guns blazing turn me in to a constellation. Diego please. I spend all my energy barricading myself off from the city. It bangs and moans like a prison tightening in solitary wrongly convicted. The last american fairy tale is in your blood and you're living within reach of a flash flood disassembling time assembled disbelief Lets go thieving horses arms spread we're flying guns blazing turn me in to a constellation.
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Will you go with me, darling to a place that only exists when you do the work that only you can do and spellbind me with leaps of love. Do what will take the rest of your life what will always remain incomplete that which you did not choose but is you and spellbind me with leaps of love. I keep having the same dream of a deer flailing to flee the wound in his side and I know the deer is me. In the dark I hear the rising sun See a hunter skulking behind the trees and somehow I don't know but the hunter is also me. It is our great war it seems to defend who we are against what we made to believe we should become and remain spellbound by leaps of love. So fail until you don't feel like a failure and fail until you remember what you never thought you'd forget and spellbind me with leaps of love. For you are not more beautiful than you are when you break the chains in the hearts of shame just be who you are and spellbind me with leaps of love.
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You raised your army from dust to defend the city in your heart armed with amulets and sage you lost form and moved like fire. For your accolade I will not wait to be delivered to a state of grace I will not wait for redemption to fall but take your vow to live simply to throw blizzards back to the sky resuscitate the trees re-attach the leaves as they fall Under the armor of a saint comes your enemy under the flag of a friend. On a quest to touch his torch to your fear He only illuminates What makes you unbreakable does not give joy unspeakable you must raise an army up with a broken harp to defend the city in your heart wide-eyed dove grow the talons of a hawk. The salt of the sea must be carried like a sadness in your heart a melancholy your mind can't reach that keeps you as thin as spring and heavy as fall In the one star city nights of woe where the machines echo I feel the rivers of Earth running through my veins I have many sides Invincible, rapid and cold. Under the armor of a saint comes your enemy under the flag of a friend. On a quest to touch his torch to your fear He only illuminates What makes you unbreakable does not give joy unspeakable you must raise an army up with a broken harp to defend the city in your heart wide-eyed dove grow the talons of a hawk.
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Hail, Hail 04:08
I just saw the world just as it saw you and it softened my gaze. There was music from instruments of branch and bone as if the Earth was still being born. Hail, hail to the mountains still against the sky and the perfect memories of the sea. Where you stilled your mind until you believed all thats been taken and lost was given. The last time I saw you, you convinced me the stone I sought to break was inside me. You were right and I lost that fight now I sit here alone breaking stones. Hail Hail! To the ones who realign themselves with what they once loved long ago. I just close my eyes until I believe all thats been taken or lost is before me Hail Hail to the child lost inside me The hand armed with my final blow Hail Hail to the torches we carried that lit to motion the cave paintings of hope. Oh, it's not the leaving I love but the fear of losing you I am only in the moment when the moments near its end This place is already a memory even as you stand before me but I can't celebrate your beauty cause I can't celebrate our end We are but a moment set in motion millennia ago and I'm through blaming time.
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Remnants 06:03
I never got over you the feeling I had known you before the first time I saw you walk through the door Memories unremembered at once remembered the veil of time dropped to the floor I saw myself die for your love but I was in your arms a thousand years ago On ships of cinnamon and cardamom I followed a raven to your shore and I brought you all the spices of the world tell me you remember even if you don't you took a button off my coat all the spice and the sea air you said that I was the best smelling man in the world. I will prove myself to be the hero of all your history your sacrifice your revolution the remnants of your every beginning in the wind like a dandelion seed the ghost of me will find the ghost of you. I'll build a house out of the stones from the caves where we kept secret from the wolves and the storms of the old world I trace over your petroglyphs until I can feel your hand in mine until you are warm as a summer morning until you are looking me right in the eye And I will prove myself to be the hero of all your history your sacrifice your revolution the remnants of your every beginning in the wind like a dandelion seed the ghost of me will find the ghost of you My bones dream of being hollow and hung from the waltzing oak tree to sing and chime you the songs of the wind you always moved like music everything I needed to know I learned from your movement and your whispers beneath the masks of god.

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released January 27, 2015

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