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Spotlight
06:35
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A low rumbling below
Stirs the senses
Ebb and flow
Talking to you at a whisper's glance
Pressing at the limits
Taking my chance
Deeper now the stresses grow
Tossed around
Come and go
All of your nerves are standing on end
Churning and brewing
A fiery blend
This is the big day
Big night
Get Ready
Hold Tight
Steady Now
Feels Right
Cameras Roll
Spotlight
Then like pen to paper
You let it flow
Out from beyond
You never really know
Like a rush of water
From a breaking dam
Then the tide returns
And you build it up again
Catch your breath a little while
Settle down
Laugh and smile
You're breaking away for a little time
Charging the engines
Starting the climb
This is the big day
Big night
Get Ready
Hold Tight
Steady Now
Feels Right
Cameras Roll
Spotlight
Then like pen to paper
You let it flow
Out from beyond
You never really know
Like a rush of water
From a breaking dam
Then the tide returns
And you build it up again
There's a warm wind blowing
A cool fire glowing
In every day of our lives
Sometimes pressures increase
And sometimes they cease
In all that we do
Tension and release
Just how boring would life be
Never changing
Lock and key?
No more desire to win or lose
No more excitement
Nothing to choose?
This is the big day
Big night
Get Ready
Hold Tight
So steady Now
Feels Right
Cameras Roll...they roll
Spotlight
Then like pen to paper
You let it flow
Out from beyond
You never really know
Like a rush of water
From a breaking dam
Then the tide returns
And you build it up again
Yes, you build it up again
And you build it up again
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Children of the Tempest
04:55
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Leaning on my window sill
How the view has changed from here
Four years gone like they stood still
The memories coming clear
Late nights we would gather 'round
Drank a toast at twenty-one
Danced upon some shaky ground
Down the river and toward the sun
Did it move, move, move your soul?
Come fill me in, 'cause I'd like to know
Did it move, move, move your soul?
Come fill me in, I'd like to know
It's like we danced with two left feet
Never like we meant to be
Sand the song but missed the beat
Did you ever really know me?
All the things we meant to do
Some will seek but never find
Wonder what it was to you
Things are better left behind
Did it move, move, move your soul?
Come fill me in, 'cause I'd like to know
Did it move, move, move your soul?
Come fill me in, I'd like to know
Those days, like most days
Ridin' out upon a wave
Along the stormy shores of time
Bigger songs now lead the dance
It's not too late and not too soon
Children jump at every chance
To grab the stars and touch the moon
Now the wind is at our backs
Like cherries on the vine
One more dance is all I ask
To turn the water into wine
Does it move, move, move your soul?
Come fill me in, 'cause I'd like to know
Does it move, move, move your soul?
Come fill me in, I'd like to know
Does it move, move, move your soul?
Come fill me in, 'cause I'd like to know
Does it move, move, move your soul?
Come fill me in, I'd like to know
Does it move, oh, move your soul?
Come fill me in, I'd like to know
Does it move, move, move your soul?
Come fill me in, I'd like to know
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3. |
The Chimes
05:11
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I've been out on the open water
Held fortune in my hand
I've tread upon the cold thin ice
Built castles in the sand
A gypsy on a barren road
Seduced from time to time
Logging in a destiny
With poems that never rhyme
We are like pirates of passion
Searching for the storyline
Wherever their hearts lead
Random direction
Brigands of a melody
Like chimes in the wind
Chimes in the wind
I've never seen the sun so bright
or nights that last so long
I've never heard such harmony
In notes without a song
Highs and lows, you chase a dream
Created by the heart
Winds and rains blow wildly 'round
The end is just the start
We are like pirates of passion
Searching for the storyline
Wherever their hearts lead
Random direction
Brigands of a melody
Like chimes in the wind
Chimes in the wind
The tower bells remind me
With their sure and steady tone
Of a place I've left behind me
of a quiet little place called home
We are like pirates of passion
Searching for the storyline
Wherever their hearts lead
Random direction
Brigands of a melody
Like chimes in the wind
Like pirates of passion
Searching for the storyline
Wherever their hearts lead
Random direction
Brigands of a melody
Like chimes in the wind
Like chimes in the wind
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4. |
Nightshade
06:51
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Deep within the recess of imagination
Down the shadowed hallows of youth and passion
Reside darkened images not to be known
Denied a twisted seed never to be sown
In dark it grows, this denizen of desire
Seducing the weak toward its murky empire
You start down the trail too enticing to pass
In search of the forign, the unknown, the vast
Reach out - No, stop, not right, turn away
Avoided the trap, its scent fills the air
Reach out - No, stop, not right, turn away
Avoided the trap, escaped from the snare
To taste the nightshade, the temptuous nightshade
Black on black, deceptive and true
In gothic splendor laid out before you
Sight and sound reduced to ash
But touch, that silent sense remains
Reach out - No, stop, not right, turn away
Avoided the trap, its scent fills the air
Reach out - No, stop, not right, turn away
Avoided the trap, escaped from the snare
Refusing the wily nightshade's heir
There in the nightshade, the terminal nightshade
This is the ordinary, extraordinary, the temporary
The enchantress beckons, then turns to go
Ah, the sweet scents, forbidden fruits, mysterious taboo
All walk down the alley where good and evil converge
But few, too few heroes ever emerge
Yes few, too few heroes ever emerge
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5. |
Lines in the Sand
05:23
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Walking on the edge of the world
Staking my claim
Spiral down
Getting out of control
With every step down further I go
Scared of choosing wrong
A tremble at the knee
Wondering how it's supposed to be
Holding the world at bay
For just another day
Lines in the sand
That don't mean a thing
Lines in the sand
Like clipping our wings
From the palm of our hand
To puppets on strings
We imprison ourselves
In our lines in the sand
Hiding in the sheets again
Feeling boxed in
Close the door
Tracing out a sweet domain
What do I really hope to attain?
Fear of the unknown
It's difficult to try
In every truth there's a little lie
Holding the world at bay
For just another day
Lines in the sand
That don't mean a thing
Lines in the sand
Like clipping our wings
From the palm of our hand
To puppets on strings
We imprison ourselves
In our lines in the sand
Too often we forgot
That grace knows no bounds
A simple task
Is all that's asked
Await this day in confidence
Accept the peace that will be found
Don't hold the world at bay
For even one more day
Then we find the great escape
Revelation
Discovery
That choice is not ours to make
A hand is there for us all to take
You need to reach out
You have to let things go
Step out from beyond the bounds we know
Holding the world at bay
Until this final day
Holding the world at bay
For just another day
Lines in the sand
That don't mean a thing
Lines in the sand
Like clipping our wings
From the palm of our hand
To puppets on strings
We imprison ourselves
In our lines in the sand
Holding the world at bay
For just another day
Lines in the sand
That don't mean a thing
Lines in the sand
Like clipping our wings
From the palm of our hand
To puppets on strings
We imprison ourselves
In our lines in the sand
Oh, Cross the lines...
Cross the lines, cross the lines
Cross the lines, cross the lines
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6. |
Alter Image
03:50
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This earth of poets
Of peasants and kings
Watches daytime talk shows
While the trumpet's song rings
ignorant, Indifferent
Hiding heart-felt aspirations
When but a walk through the looking glass
Unveils the relics of dreams long past
Some would trade imagination
For the comforts of apathy
Spiritual verses material
The chained against the free
We sacrifice humility
Exchanging it for vanity
Presenting all our dignity
On the altars of success
On the altars of success
But grandeur is within our midst
The counterpart of indifference
This is the realm of beginnings to come
Where the last are made first
And the many made one
We sacrifice humility
Exchanging it for vanity
Presenting all our dignity
On the altars of success
On the altars of success
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7. |
After the Rain
04:19
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A young man strolls down the side of a street
Spring breeze upon his brow
As he's leaving all he knows behind
The April showers fall
And while he walked, how his heart bled
Some things are better left unsaid
After the rain
Clouds fade away
Are we victims tomorrow
Of what happened today?
After the rain
Watch, love, and learn
How many bridges
Have we already burned?
After the rain
A young girl cries by the side of a lake
Soft wind flows through her hair
She realizes he will not be back
As raindrops fill the air
It's no surprise, their final fall
She's seen the writing on the wall
After the rain
Clouds fade away
Are we victims tomorrow
Of what happened today?
After the rain
Watch, love, and learn
How many bridges
Have we already burned?
After the rain
I heard a wise man say to you
The sea is never filled
With a thousand rivers drifting by
There's always room for more
Again we'll meet on another street
And by another shore
Another shore
After the rain
Clouds fade away
Are we victims tomorrow
Of what happened today?
After the rain
Watch, love, and learn
How many bridges
Have we already burned?
After the rain
Oh, after the rain
After the rain
Clouds fade away
Are we victims tomorrow
Of what happened today?
After the rain
Watch, love, and learn
How many bridges
Have we already burned?
After the rain
After the rain
Oh, after the rain, yeah
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8. |
Time Travelers
05:24
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Through the veil of night
Soon we'll be
On the endless flight Of our dream
Now, Love, close your eyes
Deeper, sleep
As we drift away
Can you be
That angelic image I see?
Soon, Love, travel on
Reach for dawn
Waiting to hear
A voice from the past
Faces appear
How long must it last?
(the end of time)
An old photograph
A smile and a laugh
A dream from a sign
Again you'll be mine...
We travel through time
Down the stream we ride
Far apart
At the starlight's end, we shall start
My love, night has shown
Together, alone
Waiting to hear
A voice from the past
Faces appear
How long must it last?
(the end of time)
An old photograph
A smile and a laugh
A dream from a sign
Again you'll be mine...
We travel through time
Waiting to hear
A voice from the past
Faces appear
How long must it last?
(the end of time)
An old photograph
A smile and a laugh
A dream from a sign
Again you'll be mine...
Waiting to hear
A voice from the past
Faces appear
How long must it last?
(the end of time)
An old photograph
A smile and a laugh
A dream from a sign
Again you'll be mine...
We travel through time
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Chris Klimecky Seattle, Washington
Chris plays in his own Seattle-based band, Crystal Monkey Project, as well as Tacoma-based Grieve the Astronaut. He released two albums in 2021 - one solo EP and one with CMP. Chris's full catalog can be found here on Bandcamp with releases from his band in the '90s, Jester's Crown, and multiple solo albums. Expect new recordings with GTA, performances, and videos next! ... more
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