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Ten Crayons
03:26
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ten crayons of evil draw a sea of grey, each one plays a role,
follow one fancy one leave a trail of mischief, nine crayons to color my soul
a helpless leaf caught in a whirlpool, a waterfall of cascading lies,
faces filled with scars of defeat, a fire in our heart keeps our brain alive
search with us on n endless journey, through sight and sound and thought
we are birds of a feather-followers of fortune, holders of the crayon we are not.
searching everywhere, finding not believing with eyes that can't restrain
we see ashes in the water, candles to burn, melt the crayons to blood, tears to rain.
an illusion we see as a colorblind father, we tear our picture apart
despite the flower drawn in the middle, fate is a colorless art.
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Black Shadows Dance
03:24
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Pictures for windows and dust balls for rugs, the girl stares helplessly,
watching creatures lurk in the towering eves, catching insects in their iron teeth
The door on one wall is made of stone and locked with an iron key,
and the wind sings a song of sweet despair as it dances through the dormant trees,
pounding at the door in her mind in her head, Time merely laughs, throbbing seconds to days,
The room spins quickly as the Black Shadows Dance the ritual of dancing the Dead
The door heaves a sigh as the light invades the musty room reeking of sin, and a man with a stare that could destroy all life softly touched the girl's rotting skin,
The cave grew colder as her blood grew thin, the silence was deafening, crouched in the corner of a limestone cell, signing her soul to hell.
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Lonesome Travels
03:52
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Why oh why must you cry when some day you will die?
Love's not far but not too close, the flower of life turned to glucose.
Why oh why must you cry? You have ice cold hands an tears in your eyes
Just when life seemed so swell, Lonesome travels through Heaven and Hell.
Love is Destruction, Harmony is off, Only you can decide whether it is or is not
Broke my heart made me cry, obliviate means to destroy.
No control over what I do, Staying alive to see adventure through
God oh God, means so well so all his children will not go to hell
The sky is black and all is grey, ashes to ashes I'll be someday.
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The Poplar
02:32
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Crimson Fire
03:21
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Escape Death Blindly
02:31
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Doin' Fine
04:30
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A Lonely Station
02:54
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A seedling of hope planted in a closet,a fallen leaf in a drain,
seasons change on a lonely station, waiting patiently for a train.
the tracks are lain so strong it stands, dormant as time passes by
no travelers arrive and it's empty still, clear as no cloud in the sky
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Shadows and Shuffles
04:32
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etched in your forehead a map to hell, I followed it into your skin
unfolding prayer I cry for someone to help me mine this quarry in search of my brain
Bony fingers and hands reach for the clouds try to catch the moon as it falls through the sky,
Catch the eye that glows solemn and red, as it shines through the shadows
twinkle into the halls, through forgotten burroughs of time
breathe the light on your lips as you fall through the sky
like demons in darkness, praise the call of life
then come shadows and shuffles, one shdow fades away
then come shadows and shuffles, twinkledom fades
two shadows loom overhead,
as the figures merge a void of silence, it steals the air from my lungs like a fire through hell.
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Nothing
05:04
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When will secrets destroy all time?
When will I see the end?
Clenched so tightly to you
One last candle of hope.
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Brian William Ogle Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Brian William Ogle was born in Buffalo, New York in 1970.
He completed his DMA in Composition in 2002 from the
University of Memphis, having previously completed a Master’s from Indiana University, Bloomington, and a Bachelor’s from SUNY Potsdam. He studied Composition with Kamran Ince, Chen Yi, Zhou Long, Emilio Mendoza, Elliot Del Borgo, Frederick Fox, Eugene O’Brien, and James Willey.
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