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I posted this song several times as i tore it apart and rebuilt it. After walking away from it for a week or so, i tackled it again today, and I think it's done.
Please enjoy responsibly.
Please enjoy responsibly.
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Lyrics
You should have seen the mask I made out of lies. the added touch of winter was written and lost; severed and now decayed.
you wouldn't believe the path constructed of sunrise. It came to wash the past of widow lust, and then sets into grey.
I began to wash the winter off my skin. I began to whither and gently fade within.
I'm broken between the hands that offered up so gently a virtue comprised of sand that came from the spoils I offered unto the land.
I wash my hand of you.
you wouldn't believe the path constructed of sunrise. It came to wash the past of widow lust, and then sets into grey.
I began to wash the winter off my skin. I began to whither and gently fade within.
I'm broken between the hands that offered up so gently a virtue comprised of sand that came from the spoils I offered unto the land.
I wash my hand of you.
TobinMueller
I like the sense of a beating heart in the muffle bass drum/synthbass, the dropping beads of moisture at the end, the sense of falling away. The track is very quite, as if it is an intro waiting for the main song to kick in. Cool concept song, well done. Ever read "A Fine and Private Place" by Peter S. Beagle? A wonderful book about being dead.