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Challenges
06:48
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The moonlit road is uninviting
Yet it comfortably sets me free
If I feel uncertain I keep riding
Between who I was and who I’ll be
If I’m doubtful I keep riding
No shame in feeling weak
These are steps on a healing streak
Time will do what it has to
It’ll do it must do
I’ve got my vision I’ve got my aim
But I think in the end it’s all the same
I can’t pretend that I don’t feel
There’s something else behind the wheel
I put my feelings on the side
Until I know more and can decide
Time will do what it has to
It’ll do it must do
Purpose is a funny thing
It seems to come and go
Keep riding, keep riding with the flow
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2. |
Closer to the Truth
03:54
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With vapor breaths that curl like smoke
To myself I softly spoke
With every waking hour
Spent in the rain
In deep contemplation
It’s all the same
I feel that I should be
Closer to the answers
‘Cause I don’t want to hear
That there’s a bigger desert
Outside of this one
I feel that I should be
Closer to the truth
I gave up chasing just the thrill
And I don’t want your sugar pill
It’s the anthem of the thinking mind
To constantly be asking why
Maybe an answer would kill all the beauty
Of chaotic people with curious minds
Or worse yet - the impact of finding out
That there actually is no why
I feel that I should be
closer to the answers
‘Cause I don’t want to hear
That there’s a bigger desert
Outside of this one
I feel that I should be
Closer to the truth
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3. |
Little Mass
04:05
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In the middle of a fever dream
My body left my mind
And floated past my eyelids
To leave the world of things behind
Through swirling ponds of memories
In a state of little mass
I felt myself everywhere
Diffusing like a gas
I’m not mistaking escape for an art
I’m not gonna be waiting for my life to start
I know what I think I know I am
The most significant speck of dust
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4. |
Radio Silence
04:58
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Sand in my eyes
And brown smoke in the sky
Everyone likes to say
That they’re too young to die
Try not to stare
Not to cry
As the blips go passing by
And fading out
Into radio silence
Fire
There is a fire in town
All of our childhoods are burning down
Better keep a straight face now
Try not to stare
Not to cry
As the blips go passing by
And fading out
Into radio silence
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5. |
With New Volume
09:22
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Wolves gather overhead
And I wonder
Is this storm the one
I’ve been waiting for
For so long
Shadow’s loomed over this
A stranger on a precipice
Lightning cracks and he falls in
Your knowing hands shape
the image only you can see
Locked in your mind
You’re the gate and you’re the key
I’m molded into ideality
Lost in your creativity
My throat clamped till I can’t breathe
No room left for my words anyway
I breathe in the Ether
Whirling around me - it feels like shit
It slows to a viscous sludge
I’m drowning in it
Demoralized and minimalized
Cleave a new mouth, amplified
Fingers punch holes, I play my tune
Thoughts spew out, expressed with new volume
Your knowing hands shape
the image only you can see
Locked in your mind
You’re the gate and you’re the key
I’m molded into ideality
lost in your creativity
My throat clamped till I can’t breathe
No room left for my words anyway
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6. |
Knights of Dull Armour
04:06
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7. |
Circumstances
05:03
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Mankind divides between the kings and the pawns
But in good and evil it stands indivisible
We make choices but they make us as well
And how we side is hard to tell
When life rests upon circumstances
Tidal waves, the storms are near
They are coming - reality will shear
Deconstruct yourself atom by atom
Block by block
Feel the shock of life
Materializing
A new existence
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8. |
Sparrow Rock
07:19
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Oil lamps at Sparrow Rock
Minds go missing in the smoke
Bodies gather down at Sparrow Rock
And they’re all dancing in the smoke
The towns put paint on their faces
And make them live inside the pocket of a cape
Everything becomes so clear here
And so does every human shape
Hey you sitting at the vanity, tell me
Tell us what it feels like to be real
They would all drive down to the grounds
Headlight after headlight going out
Hush now - don’t make a sound
Until the drums start ringing out
Hey you sitting at the vanity, tell me
Tell us what it feels like to be real
No mirror in that place
Except the clarity of night
As their thoughts weaved around them
They all restored their sight
Hush now - not a sound
Until the drums start ringing out
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9. |
Dim Suns
05:11
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We are born with eyes of the sunrise
To illuminate the paths ahead
And then the good neighbors come
To turn the dim-switch ‘til they’re nearly dead
Then we’re left bottling up inside us
Objections, projections,
Of what we think is around us
When it’s not
The dim suns their eyes had become
Condemned them to a guessing game
But since they’ve done it to one another
There’s no room for who is to blame
The dim suns their eyes had become
We are just porcupines in a winter deathtrap
And herein lies the conundrum
Do we huddle together while our quills go in for the kill?
Or do we succumb to whatever may come?
And so we dull our quills and silently pray
That the other may in time come to do the same
The dim suns their eyes had become
Condemned them to a guessing game
But since they’ve done it to one another
There is no room for who is to blame
The dim suns their eyes had become
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10. |
Instinct, Drive Us
13:06
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In the sun I
Left my clothes to dry
And while I lied there naked
I fell into this trance
The stones along the ground
Cut into my feet
And the smokestacks, coughing
They bowed to me
What do you do
When the telephone rings?
When you’re all cluttered in
by things, things, things
Parading around
Without the uniforms
Of a busy world
Letting our instincts drive us
We could drive anywhere
Anywhere
We’re out of touch with our urges
A compass needle undecided
We have in us instruments more accurate
By which we should be guided
I followed and I emerged
On the other side
Of a cataclysmic night
The shades striped sunlight on the wall
And everything was alright
Immeasurable directions
To an unknown destination
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Fringe Edmonton, Alberta
Fringe is a progressive rock suite from Edmonton, Alberta, composed of guitarist Tim Tymo, keyboardist Conrad Leibel, vocalist and percussionist Tomas Andel, and lead vocalist and bassist Steven Boehm.
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