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From the CD "Oceans":
"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
waves on the surface growing, glimpsing survival, I 've become distorted scherically,
all the things you said to me fall apart, fall to the ground, I am not so beautiful when
thoughts of you leave me.
I can feel the waves rising over my head, I am bobbing on the sea of endless despair,
in the dark sky above me, open to the stars I can see you saying, you struggle but move on
the cold tears me down, I never seem to numb and I fear that one day I will, the people
do they never feel the pain of the water filling their lungs everyday?
throw yourself on the floor if it feels good, throw your mind out the door if it feels good,
feel the anger growing over nothing, straighten your clothes to make it right, frustration
bang your head 'til someone hears you, stratch yourself 'til the blood flows, dtown yourself
everything touches you, too deep , too hard , too much, everything invades you, never
stuck in the town where I was born, grey and dismal the buildings rise, shiver in the street
no time for fantasy, this reality, spiralling circle of inbetween life, concentrate all my
give up all the little things, maybe someday I'll have the time, and you , my love if I could
ego and self loathing battle, drowning me at every turn, weakness invades all my muscles,
my mind turns to thoughts of you, "Sitting here I'm wasting my time, I need to make you
this is my song.
every moment inching closer, wanting to be next to him, offer this epistle to him,
don't we all want that to be true
lacy doilles cut with care, hard red heart shaped candies, naked cherubs tote their arrows,
scribbling poems in his notebook, borrowed looks in her path, radiance captured on the
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
you cannot hide, I will always find you, everything you do, you do because I let you,
I've been watching you from the back corner, hoping you would notice me, praying that
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