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Broken Biscuits
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What do you find beyond the doorway of the soul? If you ever get a chance to find out, can you ever hope to explain it to someone who hasn't seen it themselves?
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Acoustic Folk sprinkled with computer effects, 12 string guitars and classical stylings. Some hiphoppy drumbeaty thingees sometimes, too. Introspective Folk.
Home recorded songs written by singer/songwriter (that would be me). Some of the songs are collaborations with my good friend Stormlord (check out his page - http://www.soundclick.com/bands/default.cfm?bandID=739655)
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Genre
Acoustic • Acoustic Rock
Charts
Peak #1,214
Peak in subgenre #143
Author
Andrew Patterson
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Andrew Patterson - All Rights Reserved
Uploaded
August 04, 2004
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MP3 3.4 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
In NZ we've had a push lately to raise awareness of mental illness. I was wondering what it would be like to be insane - to look beyond the little lies we live and see the vast and chaotic vista that is true inner reality. Broken biscuits is a metaphor for fractured thoughts... two voices can be heard singing, sometimes in harmony, sometimes divergent - this represents the fractured personality. Hope you like the song.
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Sitting on this scarred and ancient park bench Where the madmen wrote their journals in the rain I'm looking past the seasoned grain To the places where they bled in vain From their vacant eyes into the still air Thoughts like broken biscuits were fed To the sorry seekers who through themselves Behold the rolling waves of fear and id Beyond the doorway of the soul Where all the things you fear are thrown To linger on in the dark Until they're grown Walking in a violent circle Around a tree with flowery hem Ravelling up my disgrace To hide the world inside again Locked within this cage made of Gristle, blood and bone Gazing ever in this mirror (you are the mirror) At eyes that aren't my own Beyond the doorway of the soul Where all the things you fear are thrown To linger on in the dark Until they're grown
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