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A Nice, Quiet Place To Die

Magus – A Nice, Quiet Place To Die

I searched high and low, trying to find
A little comfort and peace of mind
Of all the places I’ve been, I have to say
This is the one where I’d most like to stay

Tracing over all my memory
I can’t recall any place I’d rather be
So many places, so many names
So many dreams that went up in flames

I’ve thought it over and I can’t deny
Your arms feel like a nice, quiet place to die
You feel like a nice, quiet place to die
I’ll wait right here and let it all pass by

Search all you want but you’ll never see
A place that’s always trouble free
This is as good as it ever gets to be
This right here, you and me

I’ve thought it over and I won’t lie
Your arms feel like a nice, quiet place to die
You feel like a nice, quiet place to die
I’ll wait right here and watch it all pass by

A nice, quiet place to die
A nice, quiet place to die
A nice, quiet place to die
Let it all pass on by

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No Rules

Grief possesses no blueprints
There is no schematic
For how to remember
Or to forget

While walking the gray path of
All the scattered leaves and ash
Of what was

There is no rhythm
To which you might match your steps

No beat
To keep time

There is only the labored,
Slouching forward,
Whenever one’s strength allows;
Coming and going as it does,
In sloppy, uneven, hot flashes

There is no wrong way to lament

There is no proper sequence
For when to laugh,
To cry or to sleep

There is no cutout pattern
For your sack cloth

No clock chimes,
Letting you know that it is now time
To rend your garments,
To rub dirt in your hair

Anyway, time itself is mourning,
Right alongside you

Put your ear to the clock,
Listen closely…
You will hear it quietly sobbing

But time is only an illusion
And being an illusion,
It can only mean that…

Time…
Is nothing more
Than you

So, like you, time is
Absolutely beside itself with sadness

All formalities have fallen by the wayside

It flops, impotently, like a fish
One that miscalculated its angle,
On the jump for a mosquito;
It has now managed to strand itself,
On a parcel of ground

No idea which way it should
Violently spasm,
That it might get back
Into the good, wet stuff

Time grieves with you,
Throttling too quickly
In this

Grinding clumsily along
In that

Fortunately,
Since time is nothing…
Nothing more than you…
It is always the
Perfect time to do
Whatsoever your
Stunned spirit
Feels like doing

Sleep
Or do not

Eat
Or wait for a while

Wail
Or be silent

Work
Or linger in lethargic stupor

Laugh
Or find joy in nothing

Do whatever is best
Or worst

And the rest will wait

There is no hurry

For, in the end,
There is nothing
That we can do
For the dead

They all wait,
Patiently, quietly…
To be us

And we,
Them

Photo courtesy of Ekaterina

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Childhood’s End

Here’s a Pink Floyd cover I did. This is the song “Childhood’s End” and it’s from their album, Obscured By Clouds.

Trent Boswell – vocals, guitar, bass

Lyrics:

You shout in your sleep
Perhaps the price was just too steep
Is your conscience at rest
If once put to the test?
You awake with a start
To just the beating of your heart
Just one man beneath the sky
Just two ears, just two eyes

You set sail across the sea
Of long past thoughts and memories
Childhood’s end, your fantasies
Merge with harsh realities
And then as the sail is hoist
You find your eyes are growing moist
All the fears never voiced
Say you have to make the final choice

Who are you and who am I
To say we know the reason why?
Some are born; some men die
Beneath one infinite sky
There’ll be war, there’ll be peace
But everything one day will cease
All the iron turned to rust
All the proud men turned to dust
And so all things, time will mend
So the song will end

Words and original music written by Pink Floyd. I’m covering the song but I’m not charging anything for it, because seriously… who can afford Pink Floyd royalties?!

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Many thanks to the following, for the images in the video. You may or may not like the music but if you like the video, the credit for that is all theirs.

Aaron Burden

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Requiem For A Fool

When you hear that I am dead and gone,
Once it’s official and you’ve dried your eye
I’ve only a few very simple requests
With which I do truly hope you’ll comply

Little things, but the first is important,
So much so that I’ll say it over and over
You can pray or not; it doesn’t matter a bit,
But don’t forget to play Crimson and Clover

I don’t need a fancy, expensive coffin
Keep the money; I don’t need a new suit
Incinerate me and spread my ashes
Where trees and flowers will happily root

It matters very little to me whether or not
People say they’re coming or if they arrive
Please don’t allow anyone into my service
That I didn’t care for when I was alive

Unless I loved them ever so dearly,
Show them the door and tell them “Ciao”
I never wanted them around before;
I’ve certainly got no use for them now

Let everyone be happy and have a party
Pouring me a libation might be nice
If you do, do remember I like good tequila
Or bourbon (no Scotch) and Coke on ice

But sincerely, I don’t require any fuss at all
I don’t give a damn; for me, it’s all over
I really don’t care what you do, except…
Original (long version) Crimson and Clover

I could provide you with a whole playlist
Of songs I adored and loved to share,
But attention spans… most people only
Hear themselves; they don’t really care

Long story short, the bullet points are:
Tequila, bourbon, fire and ashes, no box,
Real friends only; not sure how to enforce
(Maybe a secret handshake or knocks?)

But leave me thirsty, in a wooden crate,
And invite my least favorite people over;
It won’t even matter, as long as you
Don’t forget the most essential thing:

Remember to play Crimson and Clover

Below is the video for Crimson and Clover, by Tommy James and the Shondells.

VIDEO:

https://youtu.be/XS0niyiKlcw?si=WsldE31Uf43wMRNk

And He Wept

Jesus wept
And I know why
Impossible, the weight
Of this world, to deny

Jesus wept
And I understand it
When so few give love
And so many demand it

Jesus wept
More than he bled
Meaning of the words,
Right over the head

Jesus wept
With heavy heart, breaking
So little effort, to give
All lost, in the taking

Jesus wept
In solemn recognition
Of hatred, beating love
Into submission

Jesus wept
And I do, too
This could’ve been heaven
For me and for you

Jesus wept
Cried harder than I
He knew the potential
We possess and deny

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Looking For A Way

Music video for “Looking For A Way”, a song from the album Flagship by Trent Boswell.

Lyrics:

Looking For A Way

I climbed like a monkey, up in a tree
Trying to find a piece of me
Way up in the branches so high
I found that I cannot fly… as of yet

But I’m looking for a way

I’m at fault for inciting the madness
And sometimes I can’t stop the sadness
But I’m learning to ride waves of joy
Toward manhood moves a boy

Looking for a way

I got dizzy and fell like a lion
Into the dust of Orion
Those stars; the ones up in the sky;
The one he made up in his mind,
The one that’s still looking

Looking for a way
And I haven’t quit yet

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