Samuel

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The Beady Pocket

The Goblin Tree

Lost trinity of mountains,
abandoned old villages,
so lost, so free.
The burst of emotions,
the fountain and the bridges,
the goblin tree.
The water there flows upwards,
and folks are speaking backwards,
but we all know what they mean
And all the local kids sleep,
and dream so big underneath
that goblin tree.
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Sounds From The Attic

I had a happy house,
my body safe and stout.
Sensations fade like ink,
but some things are lingering.
I recall the coloring
of sun-kissed furnishing.
Who knows what could’ve been?

But that terrible sound there….

I had a curious mind,
so I followed the sound.
It lead me to a room,
where I don’t often croon.
A black box released my grace and my doom.

That terrible sound there….
That terrible sound….

But that terrible sound there….
But that terrible sound there….

Pack

A pack of wolves follows me
wherever I go.
They keep me warm in the night,
they talk to me when I fight,
they’re pulling me on.

Every one of them makes me
a little bit stronger.
They all make me hold on
a little bit longer.

I am never alone.
I am never alone.

I can feel you wondering,
what my face looks like.
But you will not understand,
until you know all of them
and I am trying.

But I am never alone.
I am never alone.
I am never alone.
I am never alone.
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Third Eye

I can feel you near,
I can hear you through the wall.
I know what you think
and the color of your thoughts.
Everything, it’s all in your eyes.
Everything, it’s all in your eyes.

The shackles of shame,
denial are the pills.
Perhaps if nobody knew,
it’d cease it exist.
Everything, it’s all in your eyes.
Everything, it’s all in your eyes;

Your demon’s talking to me.
Your angel’s talking to me.
Can you hear it?
Your demon’s talking to me,
and even walking to me.
Maybe you might wanna stop it.

Don’t lie to me,
you can’t hide it.

I have eyes on my face,
and eyes on the back.
But none in the paintings
and walls, looking back.
Everything, it’s all in your eyes.
Everything, it’s all in your eyes.

I have been in your mind
and I’ve been in your trials
for maybe far too long.
It’s being deaf and blind,
or having open eyes,
occasionally with flood.

Don’t lie to me,
you can’t fake it.

Everything, it’s all in your eyes.
Everything in all of your eyes.

Right Into You

The woods are so noisy in the night,
he sees right into you and your mind.

A stroll through the cold

I’m not quite sure who’s in the front,
who has now control.
Some of us loved you,
some of us hated you,
some didn’t notice you.
Blame it on the lack of control,
lack of sleep.
My thoughts freeze in the cold.

Carpet

Ever since I could remember,
someone else has had my hands under control,
so these are not my words,
but if I’m heading somewhere I’m not the one to know about it.

I merely try to find the course,
on which to lead the pile of wolves,
and stop just fluttering behind them in the wind.

I am worn out like a carpet
trying to start up the magic,
and take off.
I’m just too tired to stay.

I was born a vampire.
Light just doesn’t suit me,
I felt accepted by the dark.

But I undergo the burns,
cause I know that in retreat
nobody will notice me.

And I’m worn out like a carpet
trying to start up the magic,
and take off.
I’m just too tired to stay.

I’m worn out like a carpet
trying to start up the magic,
and take off.
I’m just too tired to stay.

Snow

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This Game Is Too Much For My Body

Pain doesn’t leave your body,
it just pours over from side to side.
The game ends when you leave the party 
and land at your place with wine.
Let it rain.

But when you’re inside,
the rain can’t get you wet.
So does that mean that if I hide,
the demons can’t get my head?

But I was never the person to hide,
I’d rather emerge and get burnt inside.
I flick off the ashes after every grey part.
To die trying or to force myself stop to want?

Pain doesn’t leave your body,
giving you depth, settling down inside.
This game is just too much for my body,
all I want is just to want one coffee and a smile,
the peace in my face and no party,
no rattle in my mind.
Let it rain.

Drunk’s Heavy Rain

Double Feeling

I can feel the blues
from me and you,
it shines through.

It was so beautiful, I cried.

I can see the hues.
What is that look?
Like I’m about to lose
and end up all over the floor.

Reflections of me,
all around here.
Reflections of me,
all around here.
Reflections of me,
all around here.
Reflections of me,
all around here.
Come find me.

It was so beautiful I cried.
I’d be so, so bored if you were black and white.

But don’t you worry,
I have it all under control,
under my influence,
even.

Reflections of me,
all around here.
Reflections of me,
all around here.
Reflections of me,
all around here.
Reflections of me,
all around here.
Come find me.

It was so beautiful I cried.
I’d be so, so bored if you were black and white.
We are, oh, so far from black and white.

Iris

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