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We Were Only Cold Explosions
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acoustic creative folk inspirational story solo
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Acoustic side project focused on growth, exploration and annoying the shit out of people.
Inspiration can hit at the strangest times. Lately I've been inspired by some pretty offbeat memories, experiences, readings and ideas. My hope is that I can blend them with the words in my heart and stake my claim of originality. That being said, this is overflow parking. Here, have a seat.
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Author
Kienan Dietrich
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Staynesongs
Uploaded
January 23, 2008
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MP3 3.8 MB 128 kbps 4:08
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Vaguely I recall the day the new heroes came to town Riding on the back of an M-1 Abrams, Shouting just to keep the noises down Partly a parade, part of a partition Parting all the soldiers in the crowd Waving all the flags, the flags of our divisions I remember how it came about The battles were long and drawn out, Pointless as could be When our victory veiled our history And concealed our own defeat Who am I if not myself, Until the very end? Who am I if not myself, I may be a little weird But that's all I've ever been Vividly I smell the ghost of gunpowder in the streets At once it brings to mind the fireplace Where I once fell asleep And slipped into a nightmare, warm and soaking wet Where I lost my family In the battles before, and I prayed for the war To make me a warrior or a priest So I could find my place in the melee Or the state of grace But I woke up cold as the cinders died away Vaguely I recall the day the New idols came to town Riding on the back of the bones of tigers Shouting just to keep their voices loud Solely a charade, fat with indecision Bolstered by the madness of the crowd Waving all the flags, biting their lips Just to taste the blood of their own mouths The battles were short and pathetic as We were only cold explosions They smiled without their eyes toward The plans they set to motion
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