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Lowly Soul
04:00
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In the black magic light of the evening,
There is not a star in the sky
I’m floating in a reverie
Painted by my mind
In the cool white caress of the winter
There is not a sound in the snow
Then I hear you whisper:
“There is nowhere else that I’d rather go,
There is no-one else in my lowly beating soul."
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2. |
Judgement
03:00
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Judgement call took it all,
Lay down on the streets
And swept away light of day
Water from the seeds
Still in the silence of a thousand knives too deep,
Judgement keeps its prey.
Softly sigh, weary eye
Where the river sweeps
A lion’s den, sleeping hen,
Eaten from her sleep.
Still it will shadow in the most peculiar way,
And I’ll say,
I’m okay.
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3. |
Close to You
04:53
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Grasping waves of stillness,
Finding ways to stay removed
From ill-intended avenues
Too much light is blinding,
And I’ve stared too long into a
Sun that brightens each new day
But brings me close to you
Sifting through the sandbanks
Searching for a reason,
Beyond the reach of sanity
Lonely and avoiding,
Greetings to myself,
I’m but a stranger in this stranger life
As I grow close to you.
Each new day I grow closer to you,
I must remain my own.
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4. |
Sad Song
03:10
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There was a time,
When the woes of the world fell quiet
Silver night skies,
Dying days in a fleeting mist
And the sand along the beach turns black
Every step you take, you can’t take back
But how I long,
For a song that will ease the sadness
And ebb and flow
In the comfort of one’s own madness
I don’t know…
And the sand along the beach turns black
Every step you take, you can’t take back
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5. |
Empty Spaces
04:34
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Empty spaces,
Between what is and what could be
I am lost inside a world in which I dream.
Foreign places,
Drowning in the sheer possibility,
I am hoping for a world in which there’s peace.
And I listen to the voices all around,
Feet on the ground,
And I am lost,
And found again.
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6. |
The Conclusion
05:39
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Lost friend,
I feel your
Presence
On my shoulders
Though distance
Has grown since
The last time
I saw your sweet face
Under sombre skies
The weary sun
Ascended from the ground
And a thousand voices
Echo in
The plains of empty sound
My memory breathes at thoughts of you.
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7. |
To Be Silenced
05:01
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[The ensemble vocalizes memories of oppression, first by holding back, then by letting go.]
Who am I to say something?
But who am I to keep the quiet?
Who am I to say what comes to my mind?
But who am I to be silent?
Sometimes knowing is a curse,
Cause a head in the sand can’t get hurt.
But honest truth thrives in brute presence.
AND WE ARE NOT TO BE SILENCED!
AND WE ARE NOT TO BE SILENCED!
AND WE ARE NOT TO BE SILENCED!
AND WE ARE NOT TO BE SILENCED!
AND WE ARE NOT TO BE SILENCED!
AND WE ARE NOT TO BE SILENCED!
AND WE ARE NOT TO BE SILENCED!
AND WE ARE NOT TO BE SILENCED!
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Sarah Rossy Montreal, Québec
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