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Exulansis
03:53
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Words of enthusiasm
Roll off my tongue
Seeing their eyes
Full of boredom
Making an effort
To make it intriguing
While watching their hands
Continue their fighting
Resisting the urge
To come between
To find a way
Out of this colloquy
what a beautiful waste
of space this noise has become
we carried it as far
as this could possibly have gone
Acceptance
a crumpled letter with
countless stains
painting the words,
Taken out annually.
clutched in trembling hands
Exulansis
A coded letter that only one can read
That only one can relate
And add to the memories.
A whole chat
Taking place right in front of me
And yet they still nod
To make me feel interesting
I realise their goal
And quickly give up
My final sentence
[drum solo]
Acceptance
a crumpled letter with
countless stains painting the words,
Taken out annually.
clutched in trembling hands
Exulansis
A coded letter that only one can read
That only one can relate
And add to the memories.
There are memories
Tucked up safe in a wooden box
Every so often you get them out
And together we dust them off
None are that remarkable
Not grand or big or bright
But all of them are special
Each in their own right
what a beautiful waste
of space this noise has become
we carried it as far
as this could possibly have gone
Ex-u-lansis
Ex-u-lansis
Ex-u-lansis
Ex-u-lansis
(what a beautiful waste)
Ex-u-lansis
(of space this noise has become)
Ex-u-lansis
(we carried it as far)
Ex-u-lansis
(as this could possibly have gone)
Ex-u-lansis
(what a beautiful waste)
Ex-u-lansis
(of space this noise has become)
Ex-u-lansis
(we carried it as far)
Ex-u-lansis
(as this could possibly have gone)
Ex-u-lansis
Acceptance
a crumpled letter with
countless stains painting the words,
Taken out annually.
clutched in trembling hands
Exulansis
A coded letter that only one can read
That only one can relate
And add to the memories.
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2. |
Xeno
02:46
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A glance of admiration
With little cogitation
A look of desperation
No further escalation
The kindest little smile
Of some unknown profile
One glance that can beguile
That makes it all worthwhile
Xeno
Like the fleeting rays of sunlight
In the midst of snow
An elevated moment
With an afterglow
From stranger to a face you know you’ve seen before
Oh, Xeno
From stranger
Face you’ve seen before
Oh stranger
Stranger face you’ve seen before
From xeno
Face you’ve seen before
Oh xeno
Stranger face you’ve seen before
Xeno
Like the fleeting rays of sunlight
In the midst of snow
An elevated moment
With an afterglow
From stranger to a face you know you’ve seen before
Oh, Xeno
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3. |
Evade
01:53
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4. |
Penumbra
03:38
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Drawn towards so many
just long enough to get a taste
New and unique sensations
Wanting it all,
yet fearful of the chase
I presume to cut them away
coat them behind thick black paint
To mask the void
Of the Penumbra
I presume to cut them away
coat them behind thick black paint
To mask the void
Of the Penumbra
I presume to cut them away
Averse to being captured.
Personal feelings all muddied up
in the swamp of humanity.
The magnet pull of others
cause me to care less
I presume to cut them away
coat them behind thick black paint
To mask the void
Of the Penumbra
I presume to cut them away
coat them behind thick black paint
To mask the void
I presume to cut them away
Lost in dance,
emotions cascade.
A scream from rage,
a tear from despair,
a laugh from ecstasy
I am free, in this moment
Averse to being captured.
Personal feelings all muddied up
in the swamp of humanity.
The magnet pull of "others"
cause me to care less
I presume to cut them away
coat them behind thick black paint
To mask the void
Of the Penumbra
I presume to cut them away
coat them behind thick black paint
To mask the void
Of the Penumbra
Lost in dance,
emotions cascade.
A scream from rage,
a tear from despair,
a laugh from ecstasy
I am free, in this moment
The movement subsides and I return
I am free, in this moment.
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5. |
Kenopsia
03:47
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resurface me,
I am a mess of poor hardwiring
built upon fault lines
a lost cause in a deserted sea
I broke my sails long ago
what did you say? did you call out?
I can't tell…
Is this kenopsia?
(Underline = repeated 8x)
I can’t tell.
Look into these eyes
For the last time
And tell the truth,
What do you see
In me?
what did you say? did you call out?
I can't tell…
Is this kenopsia?
(Underline = repeated 4x)
repair me,
strangers stare back
blurry vision clouds the view
I can't see faces in my mind
Deserted,
like a schoolhouse
after hours.
Is this kenopsia?
I can’t tell
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6. |
Onism
03:33
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You are here.
You were lost at first,
but soon began sketching yourself
a map of the world,
plotting.
you have to contend
with the blank spaces on the map.
The experiences you've never had.
The part of you still aching
to know what's out there.
All the billions of doors closed
in order to take a single step forward.
All the things you haven't done -
You may never get around to doing them
all the risks that may have been real
Or not
All the destinations you went to
Or not
the lights you see in the distance
that
you can only wonder about
The part of you still aching
to know what's out there.
Everything you've giving up,
to be where you are right now
the questions that you
wrongly assumed
were unanswerable.
Just one body,
inhabiting only one place at a time
like standing in front
of the departures screen
at an airport,
flickering over
each representing one more
thing you’ll never get to see
before you die—
all the risks that may have been real
Or not
All the destinations you went
Or not
the lights you see in the distance
that
you can only wonder about
The part of you still aching
to know what's out there.
Everything you've giving up,
to be where you are right now
the questions that you
wrongly assumed
were unanswerable.
We sketch monsters on the map
cause we find their presence comforting.
They guard the edges of the abyss, and force us to look away
so we can live comfortably in the
Known World, at least for a little while.
But if someone were to ask you, on your deathbed what it was like to live here on Earth,
perhaps the only honest answer would be,
"I don't know. I passed through it once, but I've never really been there."
You are here.
You were lost at first,
but soon began sketching yourself
a map of the world,
plotting your life.
you have to contend
with the blank spaces on the map.
The part of you still aching
to know what's out there.
Everything you've giving up,
to be where you are right now
the questions that you
wrongly assumed
were unanswerable.
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7. |
Fata Nos
05:37
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unum extremum spiritum
(One final breath)
ab intra
(from within)
hic et nunc
(here and now)
homo sum humani a me
(I am a human being)
nihil alienum puto
(nothing human is strange to me)
in fieri et in fine
(in the beginning and in the end)
omne initium difficile est
(every beginning is difficult)
palma non sine pulvere
([there’s] no reward without effort)
ab intra
(from within)
ad altiora tendo
(I strive towards higher things)
unum extremum spiritum
(One final breath)
ab intra
(from within)
hic et nunc
(here and now)
homo sum humani a me
(I am a human being)
nihil alienum puto
(nothing human is strange to me)
in fieri et in fine
(in the beginning and in the end)
omne initium difficile est
(every beginning is difficult)
palma non sine pulvere
([there’s] no reward without effort)
ad arbitrium
(at will)
ultima orationes vestras
(Your final prayers)
Et unum extremum spiritum
(And one final breath)
Ab intra
(from within)
a caelo usque ad centrum
(from the sky to the center)
astra inclinant, sed non obligant
(the stars incline us, they do not bind us)
Dum graviora manent
(while heavier things remain)
in fieri et in fine
(in the beginning and in the end)
omne initium difficile est
(every beginning is difficult)
palma non sine pulvere
([there’s] no reward without effort)
in fieri et in fine
(in the beginning and in the end)
omne initium difficile est
(every beginning is difficult)
palma non sine pulvere
([there’s] no reward without effort)
graviora manent
(heavier things remain)
hic et nunc
(here and now)
hinc illae lacrimae
(hence those tears)
in fine
(in the end)
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8. |
Kairosclerosis
03:21
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A line creates a hope
Giving strength,
To help me cope.
A line to drag,
My lowly soul,
Back to the light,
To make me whole.
But yet rough motions are made,
Choice finds me bare.
Left only to thought,
Heart's fluttered fear.
Self confidence failed,
Falling lightly to my feet.
Gut heavy,
Feelings of defeat.
unum extremum spiritum
ab intra
hic et nunc
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9. |
Obscure Sorrows
04:26
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I’m no longer what I was.
My bandages have been soaked in my blood,
my vessels no longer march to a beat
that once was my drum.
Dust upon my feet-
no longer do concrete slabs feel harsh but;
my soles are worn and my grip is gone.
Within my hands are faded fingerprints-
which had once marked my name-
In spaces, through souls, with hopes
that any ounce of glory would be
reminiscent and transparent.
But they tremble,
I cannot grasp anymore.
I am alone
I glance up to see not faces,
but I hear ghosts of these voices
All these I have lost.
I am lost.
I am lost,
despite that all the doors
have been locked.
The grounds do not provide mercy as I kneel-
as I fall-
into its dust.
I could close my eyes and
sense its grains of sand trickle unto me-
I beg to be dust.
I must be dust,
no other friends have walked in through these tunnels
nor are they guarding me
Is it just I, or am I becoming dust?
Turn, look, run, hide
I am alone
I glance up to see not faces,
but I hear ghosts of the voices I have
loved,
Despised,
fought,
won,
and lost.
All these I have lost.
I am lost.
Somehow, yet somewhat- I hear a voice.
My head throbs in anguish,
I cannot keep my eyes open.
I want to sleep.
I want to sleep and never ever wake again.
I can be dust and fade into its grains of obscurity.
But the whimper, it won't leave.
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10. |
Ambedo
02:34
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11. |
Exulansis
04:25
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Maxwell Mandell Charlottesville, Virginia
I am a recording, mixing and mastering engineer from Charlottesville, VA who enjoys all types of music and loves recording with different styles and bands.
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