1. |
Day Of Nine Dogs
06:59
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You tried to find the wound where the images left your skin
Spread your arms wide open to call them back in
Unprotected from the words that they might bring
So unintended
They burrow deep
Positioned yourself to assess the damage done
Unsure of how much distance you’d have left to run
The days don’t seem to pass the way they used to now
Something feels different
Something's not right
But this is not a memory
No this is not a memory at all
Flashes of a person you once thought you knew
Peeling layers of colours drawn in black and blue
Do you remember these things happening to you?
It never ended
It starts anew
You walked among them
Walked by their side
Learned of the secrets
We cast aside
Did the light cast all its shade over your eyes?
Was it protection
Was it a lie
Now you can’t shake the feeling
As that sensation starts to rise
Maybe it’s always been with you
And it’s the day of nine dogs for all your life
So you carry it with you
As it sits against your bones
The key
The lock
And the open door
Now you can’t shake the feeling
As that sensation starts to rise
Maybe it’s always been with you
And it’s the day of nine dogs for all your life
And you carry it with you
And you hold it in your mind
As you slowly change around it
On your way to the end of the night
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2. |
Snuff Films For Angels
04:56
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This is the hand upon your throat
This is the tension in your mind
This is a jagged memory
As you’re trying to let go
This is a nail in your sole
This is a fracture across time
This is a mirrored prism
Holding on to all its light
This is a wound that will not heal
This is an ache without relief
This is an endless story
Playing out beyond your reach
And you will know your place
Upon this worn out stage
With knowledge of the strings
Hooked into your wings
And if you try to stray
From the lines on the page
We’ll see how far you make it this time
This is the understanding
This is what remains
This is the quiet repression
This is the rising shame
This is the judgment and its echoes
Holding you inside their light
And you will know your place
Upon this worn out stage
With knowledge of the strings
Hooked into your wings
And if you try to break
These binds of love and fate
We’ll see if your wounds ever heal
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3. |
Cocoon Me
05:28
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Run for cover
Without a sound
Shelter under
A glance to the ground
Fight the feelings
Until they break
And survey the wreckage
For your mistakes
The safety never lasts
So cocoon me in your arms
Unprotected against harm
So cocoon me in your arms
Wait for the nighttime
To reappear
And keep the shadows
Always near
A perfect memory
For every scar
Connect the pieces
Break apart
Were you with me
In the dark
Carrying me
Away from harm
But this safety never lasts
So cocoon me in your arms
An armoured body
An armoured heart
Waiting to open
Away from harm
But this protection it never lasts
So cocoon me in your arms
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4. |
Prison Ritual
04:13
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These dreams have doubled-edges
Grinding iron out of my gums
Passing messages from the shadows
And setting bars before the sun
Started off trying to walk the labyrinth
Ended up as a rat in a maze
Scratching off all the days passing
Slowly changing and always the same
If you find a way out of here
Don’t tell me what you become
If you find a way out of here
Don’t ever let me know
Breath staining glass partitions
Words trapped along the line
Kept under strict provisions
Sight permitted and touch denied
Try to forget the better memories
Try to accept those times are gone
They're just dreams with doubled-edges
Cutting wounds into the sun
If you find a way out of here
Don’t tell me what you become
If you find a way out of here
Please don’t ever let me know
If you find a way out of here
Don’t tell me which way you run
If you find a way out of here
Don’t tell me what you become
Maybe another life
We can try to find ourselves
Again
If you find a way out of here
Don’t tell me what you become
If you find a way out of here
Please don’t ever let me know
There’s nothing without you near
Don’t tell me it isn’t so
If you find a way out of here
Please tell me you’ll let me go
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5. |
Wayfaring Stranger
05:45
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Closed Circuits Tomar, Portugal
Chris Page is a musician and poet based in Portugal. He makes apocalypse pop for electronics and voice.
theeclosedcircuits@gmail.com for contact
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