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From the CD "Oceans":

"Lost"..........................4.06

"Song".........................4.38

"Antique Valentine".......5.10

"Ritual"........................4.30

"Pale Faced Me" (Melting Man Main Mix) ......................5.02

"Antique Valentine" (Thick & Frothy MeM Mix)..............3.49

"Waves of Perfume" (Baby Fresh Scent Mix)...................4.42

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"Ritual" (551KB, length: 35.25 sec.)

  

		PALE FACED ME bumping noses, invisible boundries, turning quickly, mirror's reflection shocks everytime you'd think I'd learn, you'd think I'd learn waves on the surface growing, glimpsing survival, I 've become distorted scherically, sometimes sick of being pale faced me, I'm sick of being pale faced me all the things you said to me fall apart, fall to the ground, I am not so beautiful when you're not around thoughts of you leave me.   LOST I can feel the waves rising over my head, I am bobbing on the sea of endless despair, who will rescue me, how shall I be saved, and do I want to give in to the waves in the dark sky above me, open to the stars I can see you saying, you struggle but move on how I love you and want to see you happy in my arms the cold tears me down, I never seem to numb and I fear that one day I will, the people around me are still as the dark, numb to themselves , numb to the world do they never feel the pain of the water filling their lungs everyday? RITUAL throw yourself on the floor if it feels good, throw your mind out the door if it feels good, but it never does, it never does feel the anger growing over nothing, straighten your clothes to make it right, frustration always bends the wrong way, toward you bang your head 'til someone hears you, stratch yourself 'til the blood flows, dtown yourself 'til the breathe leaves you cursing the world as you sink below everything touches you, too deep , too hard , too much, everything invades you, never escapes you. SONG stuck in the town where I was born, grey and dismal the buildings rise, shiver in the street alone, knowing this is not my home no time for fantasy, this reality, spiralling circle of inbetween life, concentrate all my efforts on you, so I can see you make it to the other side give up all the little things, maybe someday I'll have the time, and you , my love if I could work on you all day I would ego and self loathing battle, drowning me at every turn, weakness invades all my muscles, praying I'm able to finally learn my mind turns to thoughts of you, "Sitting here I'm wasting my time, I need to make you stronger now, so I can get out of here alive" this is my song. ANTIQUE VALENTINE every moment inching closer, wanting to be next to him, offer this epistle to him, neighbour shyness moves away, don't we all want that to be true lacy doilles cut with care, hard red heart shaped candies, naked cherubs tote their arrows, words of love are trumpted, claims that feelings never die preserved in this glass frame, you are mine antique valentine scribbling poems in his notebook, borrowed looks in her path, radiance captured on the page immortalized without her knowing don't we all want that to be true. WAVES OF PERFUME you are mine, you always will be, I see you now, but you can't see me , and I will always know what your thinking, and I will always know what your doing, and when you're being naughty to someone else but me you cannot hide, I will always find you, everything you do, you do because I let you, I am in control, control of the situation, and you don't even know, you think you are alone I've been watching you from the back corner, hoping you would notice me, praying that you won't see me, I've been alone in my mind, sitting in the dark, waiting, waiting, waiting, I don't know what for.

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