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San Anton
04:40
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If you see my oldest brother
Out upon the checkered, fruited plain
Please reveal that I'm still living, loving merciful
And giving all the wisdom I obtain
If there are secrets to charisma
My well-paid alchemists have not revealed
To convey just what is and what is not
Is the paradox upon which I must deal
It's just a part of the deal
In the shadows of the statues
Carved in solid rock three thousand years
I’ll declare that I'm still living, loving merciful
Through blood, perspiration and tears
No one told me that the journey
Would be more frictional than be smooth
And so I drudge on through the thicked brush
In a slightly panicked rush to execute all I need to do
It’s all I have to do, to see this whole thing through
Inspiration is for amateurs
The professional gets to work right away
To change direction while the journey’s good,
Makes it understood, the cost of agony
You lose for good the moss of apathy
Eventually we all pass by this way
And it’s a magical day
Revelations through a richer light
Escape the common night
And burn the blues away
You cherish sign posts on the winding road
Embracing new and old and wisdom of the few
The burning signs and silent purviews
Prudence is a cardinal virtue
It all comes down to what you really do
What now will you do?
If you see my oldest brother
Please tell him to give me a call
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Good Friday
07:48
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An excruciating dose of harsh reality
On this dreary, dark, cold March afternoon
A respectable chunk of my personality
Dissolves to dust within the writing room
I summon the ghost of the ancient one
Her name is on the tip of my tongue
And brace for a sharp ratiocination
But unmercifully that blow never comes
(So while I’m) dancing on the head of a stick
(Awaiting your) distinction between
“Joe Hero” and “Jack Convict”
(I’ll fight the) urge to quench the thirst of our ancestor’s cravings
By not behaving so burned and conned
As my illusion of grandeur slowly crashes
One underlying discourse starts within
Will today’s holy palms become the ashes-
That’ll accompany tomorrow’s changing hymns?
And so that brings us to Good Friday,
“We both knew this day would someday come”
Although fasting from meat may make you hungry
I never would have believed you’d eat your young
(In a room off) pothole infested roads we would play
(Those relative) games of black and white and shades of gray
(While fueling) the urge to fill the void in our ancestor’s yearnings
Without concerning this new paragon
Forsaken descendants, mechanical offspring
You’ll never have children
While the burden consumes you
Forsaken ancestry:
Tear down the Temple wall!
Firebomb the pyramids!
Level the twin towers then run!
But no one reminds me like you do
Of the ideals and ambitions that have been lost
All those naïve conclusions where we’d arrive, fooled
That all the best things in life must harbor cost
And so we return to Good Friday
A verge that we’ve expected all the while?
Can either of us see beyond today?
May Saturday’s dawn yet be compiled?
(Harmoniously) singing the songs of yesterday
(In an attempt to) fabricate the verbal games we’d play
(Our aria) is composed of tunes of our ancestor’s likeness-
Too polite to seize our day - carpe diem!
I want it all and I want it right now!
Forsaken opportunity, situation unforeseen,
You never did prepare for this day as reality
Forsaken opportunity:
Tear down the fortress walls!
Back-fill your foxhole!
Good Friday has come and now has gone!
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Believe
04:17
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So what’s the point of quiet charity
If it won’t get you the gig?
They don’t forgive irregularities
Just because your heart is big
And why leave home with an atlas stone,
When a flask of pebbles might do?
This quite excessive sense of diligence
Offends my reasoned confidence in you…
I do my best to view the world from deep behind these eyes
I draw my energy from sources not simply surmised
But what’s the point of simple clarity,
In such a complex universe?
Should we not strive towards more parity
By ripping out the contents of your purse?
I steer my ship by ancient stars and hold the wind with poise
I grasp at every passing wave in a quest to find pure joys
Believe, believe
Believe, believe
So what’s the point of quiet charity,
If you don’t bag some esteem?
Complied reduction of this narrowly sliced time
Just seems obscene
And who would roam with an atlas stone,
When there are so many sights to see?
What’s the point of true contention,
When the scientific evidence has been decreed?
I beat my path with head held high and wisdom at my heels
I don’t pretend to know that this is how we all should feel
Believe, believe
Believe, believe
In a pinch and you’re on the run, will you come undone?
If it’s a cinch just to follow the sun,
Why then fear of this unusual one?
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Found Love
03:22
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I stared out at the sea, horizons of infinity
And wondered if it could possibly be enough
The visions of the day would quickly melt away
Without the prospect of a found love
I’m rocking on my swing and contemplating everything
‘Til I decide to spread my wings and soar
A sweet and unexpected
Opportunity rapped at my door
And I found love
The rivers flow to the sea, the confluence of eternity
Reflective personalities in the tide
And though we tread upon slippery rocks
And fear the ever-ticking clocks
We never break our stride, side by side
I gazed out at the field
And I saw the lion gathering his yield
And we gave each other nods of mutual respect
Sometimes this world gives you
More than you initially expect, a found love
So fine to help each other climb,
In anticipation of what we’ll find
When we reach above
A wonderful display, a vivid palette each and every day
Our found love
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Long Way Home
06:15
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Lost in the wilderness, the forest through the trees
All merge to emptiness as I am brought down to my knees
I pause for just a sec to let the world spin round
To reveal some open trek
Leading to tame, tended ground
But I’m still alive – yes, I’m still alive
Shrouded in bitterness,
I’ll crawl out of this wilderness and try
Counter, diverging paths, I’m forced to make a choice
Contend this demon’s wrath or let it silence my voice
No doubt I’ve done my slice to bring this on myself
But that pittance won’t justify
This rapid draining of health
But I’m still alive – But will I survive?
Biased towards happiness,
I’ll carve my creed in righteousness and pray...
Exoneration for squandering
The precious dawn of the Day…
That priceless jewel confined by it’s peripheral fuel
Any day can come the call to raze the walls
And suddenly be shown all that’s beyond
Knowing all that is gone,
Blown, pried from it’s bond
On the way home
Who leaves familiar farms, swan dives into the sea
Of vast transcendent charms, of vast uncertainty?
He who keeps it alive – the dream that survives
Drafted towards openness
Can almost feel the sweet caress of the sky...
That boundless cool, clad baby blue
Never seeming too hard to fly…
With wounded wings. ever sharpening
Will tomorrow bring just one more try?
To feel the pulse, to forge the ghosts,
To make the most and show just what can be
And know what it is like to be free
And grow into the predestined me
And flow in distinguished harmony
All the way home
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6. |
The Last Day of February
05:35
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I still remember how she chased me around
The first time that I walked across her floor
And I ran and I ran but she persisted behind
Until I could not run no more
She disclosed most earnestly, a galactic anomaly
Of how the laws of physics won’t apply to me
So disregarding any costs, I charged forward, fingers crossed
Feeling the quest was meant to be
But what more could we expect when we have got a slanted deck
An heirloom based on fables that aren’t true
Give an honest man such power
And sooner or later it will turn sour
As darker demons are let loose
Between reposeful sips of juice
Every once in a while there is a hint of a smile
And a feeling that something may be new
But where is the justice for a sincere soul?
What is a man supposed to do?
What is a man supposed to do?
We often spoke of valiant days
When we would bounce from shore to shore,
On an everlasting quest to find some truth
Until one bitter one in May when we opened up that door
And felt reality’s sharp tooth
Now all that we can do to keep our heads on fire
Is to conjure up a bigger dose
So we talk to the walls and wait for coveted calls
Until the time gets much too close
The wrath of some ancient ghost
Every once in a while there’ll be a moment of denial
That there’s nothing beyond our simple zoo
Until the cultivated soul receives his moment of trial…
What is a man supposed to do?
What is a man supposed to do?
Designed to be a born a poor, pathetic fool
Just what is a man supposed to do?
Oh, I’m such a fool, waiting here in February
Waiting on the sun, oh is it ever gonna come?
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7. |
Try Again
02:32
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I’ll try again to build a house that is stronger
Fortify the bonds a little longer
And reflect more on all things
From the conversations that I bring through the songs that I sing
I want to improve everything
I’ll try again to keep the world a-grooving
Stability through the scenes that are moving
And to do more perfect deeds
Provide for the implicit needs
And heal the wounds when they bleed
On this I shall succeed
Although the intensity could get mad
There is no doubt that these are the best days I’ve ever had
And I just want to be a good Dad
I’ll try again to make the moments brighter
From those serious to those which are lighter
And give it everything I have
Through the good times and the bad
I want to be a good Dad
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Sinclair Soul Harrisburg, Pennsylvania
Sinclair Soul is an original rock and roll project by producer and composer Ric Albano.with guitarist Bret Alexander and drummer Ron Simasek. The music is a diverse breath of rock influenced from the classic era with a modern twist. In late 2023, the group will release it's fifth original album entitled "Frequencies".. ... more
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