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Boatman's Lament / Blog

Lyrics to From the Cave

From the Cave

I will wake on the other side of a twilight's rage inside, feed the mother of these needs I crave I'm waking up, what's left of this modern slave Invoking, a walking dead, I'm crawling from my cave

A road I’ll choose to wander alone, A twisting and churning liquid unknown, A sky- to fly- with wings- of iron, A weight I’ll bear till I fly from my cave,

Rise, embrace, hear it beckoning, a lullaby for the slave inside, something threatening, the harlequin holds the spade this time, crack the other side of the shell I've made outside, wakes the mother, of this twilight's rage

This place grows small- my mind is made, A twisted contorted reality ceases, Now I wake to see my cavern’s end, And a dawning of a twilight’s everlasting rage,

Lyrics to A Proclivity to Inflict Harm

A Proclivity to Inflict Harm

From my mountain high where I rely on trust’s disguise- cold black and white, I kept a word in mind and tried to hide it’s mean from the glare of prying eyes, I step outside of the drone and become what others may call a man who bears no soul, One with a murderous gaze with an eye that implicates an evil he’ll quell tonight,

Oh I have noticed a violent need to segregate my will from thought, Something pure that I can use to extricate this devilish tendency, Take a look inside but don’t be so surprised when nothing’s what you find, Let’s take a ride to a place where we'll never be less than who we are,

Sweet bliss coming down, To the place I’ll lay you down, With authorities smile I’ll reconcile my needs into dust, Poetic motion inclines an artist of more a primal time,

Oh I have found a violent need to segregate my will from thought, Something pure that I can use to relegate this devilish tendency, Take a look inside but don’t be so surprised when nothing’s what you find, I’ll take a ride to a place where we'll never be less than what we take,

Sweet bliss coming round, To the place I’ll lay you down,

Sweet bliss burning bright, Death’s wings radiate,

Sweet bliss giving way, To a blackened quickening,

No sleep for the dead, No need for intent, What I choose is what I do, I’ve taken others- now I’m taking you.

Lyrics for Fall of Icarus

Fall of Icarus

I guess I like the way it feels when I die, Seems the world’s a better place- when seen through a closing eye, So fly above it all, Red eyed astral searching soul, But don’t fly too close to the sun,

I guess I like the latent sting when I burn, But intent self-destruction, Is where the fire’s coming from, And after my day is done, I stake my claim to eat the sun,

Eat the sun, I don’t mind the fire at all, I’ve tried life- turns out it ends so unfair.

Lyrics to My Moon

My Moon

My moon- set’s me so free, Lifts me on high- becomes my blessed wings, Though where I go my moon won’t show, My moon ascends so naturally, Manifested visage of lysergic dreams, Though where I reside my moon won't shine,

So I plead to you my chariot, And I’ll question you my lifeless shepherd, Give me one last full moon’s shine, Let my moon’s glow light our night,

I see the words they fall on deaf ears, Words cast out and left to drift to sea with my fears, But where I go, the boatman can’t know, Unhook thine oars from belabored stead, Free them from thy misanthropic thread, And now it’s clear what I must do,

So I plead to you my chariot, And I’ll question you my lifeless shepherd, Give me one last full moon’s shine, Let it rise,

Now my words they turn to knives, To cut the fucking boatman from my life, Rise.

Lyrics to Strange Roux

Strange Roux

Rowing alone- searching for the falls, Cold pale reason never lets me stall, This river’s vast ocean- dark murk haunts me so, Rowing alone- won’t it let me go?

So take your time, So hollow but infinitely divine, I’ll take away your soul, And redefine what it means to be whole,

Benthic demons circling in the mire, Serpentine-slithering creatures I despise, Long lost sacred- ferrel absent star, Burn everything here but please lift me far away,

So take your time, It’s hollow yet infinitely divine, I’ll tear away your soul, Penance for the bold one’s,

Take your time, Oars I’ve made out of iron, Propels me not from the mire, Rhythms I’ve made of this river, Carries my shattered tune to god,

Take your time, Lesser evils decide , Discarding innocence and grace, Lesser men doth point finger, Dismembered spirits left to judge,

Take your time, Souls to herd and release, Casting their bodies to the sea, This aquatic road they'll travel down in vain, A bastard penitentiaric highway.