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Map of the Stars
02:38
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Map of the Stars
Draw the light and write each letter
Cover the floor
Be careful where you step
Map of the stars
Silver dots and falling bodies
Unroll the chart
Find a place to land
Spinning a web
And open a path that leads out of here
Still far away
And yet so clear
Casting a net
That captures the sound of musical spheres
Marking the page
For later refrains
Wet silver ink
Smearing hands and clouding visions
Burnt amber dust
Blows across the page
Connect the dots
Find shapes and bodies in the ether
Each point of light
Shows another way
Draw down
Making amends
Reclaim
What’s left inside
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Frederick
06:23
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He files away phenomena
To save for winter nights
He holds on to the promise of
A world entwined by light
Get out
And feel the slowly falling rain
Get up
And see the green that still remains
And he goes
To the place
In his head
His friends have soon forgotten all
The open buds of May
The never saw the glow among
The sights he stored away
Say all
Say all the things you need to say
Speak up
Then pack your memories away
And he comes
To the place
Where he waits
Put aside the days
Wade out
Into the grey
Pick a place to stay
Walled off
For one more day
Set out
Set out and wander aimless through the night
Get out
Take all you need to keep it burning bright
Call out
A poem that keeps you filled enough with sights
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Walk With Me
03:58
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Take your vocation
And stick it out of sight
No buoys yet
On the open sea
Nothing left to save you
All is fine
Stay in line
No more revelations
Nothing left to find
I wouldn’t bet
That you’ve seen the light
Nothing left to say, you
Mark your time
Stand in line
You are not your job
Stay close and walk with me now
Why this occupation?
One sentence at a time
Take the last step
Put your thoughts aside
Set aside attachments
Stand outside
Leave the line
Walk through the night
Strain towards the light
Sails in the bay
Not so far away
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Unmute
03:30
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Lines are drawn in yellow black and white
Turn your head and focus on the sight
Of stories, bodies, faces, space and air
Lines around each box let in the light
Touch the screen and ask for more
Shadows cast the room in black and white
No one’s knocking at the door
In your room the light stays on all night
Threadbare patches help reveal what’s real
Seeing, hearing, anything but feel
Gazing in at what’s already there
No longer need to keep the truth concealed
Stray thoughts
Cut through the sound, and they fall
One voice
Joins others there, in a pile
Sounds build
Into a roar, of pain and of rage and of grief and of power
One space
Joins others there, with all who have slept with a fear in the back of their heads
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Grey Swift Washington, D.C.
Mike Mangiaracina: Guitar and Vocals
Fabrizio Cariani: Guitar, bass and backing vocals
Chris Blackburn: Drums
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