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Ate
03:04
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Explain why I believe
These walls are made of glass
Cast, with the colors that we’ve claimed
And the ideas that we’ve stained
Does time blind you and I
Or do we just ignore the signs
A natural rhythm
A climax that never climbs
A constant euphoria that never intensifies
There is still hope without conformity
A blooming flower on a dying tree
Another color in the tapestry
Another shade in this catastrophe
Regrettably, I watch as some hear in a deaf way
Such a shame, intelligence thrown away
What is truly entertaining?
Because we seem to be refraining.
We like to ignore complexity,
Left to bleed in a shark tank of mediocrity.
But there is still hope without conformity
A blooming flower on a dying tree
Another color in the tapestry
Another shade in this catastrophe
Regrettably, I watch as some hear in a deaf way
Such a shame, intelligence thrown away
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Tapestry
03:03
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Ears, Eyes and Hands
04:47
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Contained.
A place so rusted with sustain.
Curtains won’t close all the way
Keeping blinding light at bay.
Stuck, never wanting to stay.
Incomparable and terrible.
Ranking has always been parable.
In our weathered, weary minds
I’d rather listen to noises outside than confide
An unimaginative adjective
To unreal obliviousness
Existing in the majority of us.
Planning. . . when will now be?
Trying to keep it for a second,
Always looking ahead and behind.
Time some have finally found,
Rewinding to hear the sweet sounds
Surrounding ears, eyes, and hands
That were bound.
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Good god, another chapter
Get the thought out of my mind
Good god, another chapter
Get the thought out of my mind
I’m so sick of you
Quilting through my songs
I guarantee this will be the last
You can’t just keep me to defend
You’re too confused so I separate to mend
Such a beautiful waste of time
A bittersweet taste of a climb
Good god, another chapter
Get the thought out of my mind
Good god, another chapter
Get the thought out of my mind
I learned to toss away all of my jealousy,
Because you were too good.
If I can’t impress you,
Or caress you the way you want,
Then don’t string along,
Don’t string along.
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Bygones
03:36
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Vintage thoughts still in our heads;
Morals from a book over-read.
Drinking from an emptied bottle
Unaware of the alternative business model.
The fake water tastes so real. . .
So addicted to artificial zeal.
More and more, until modern pages are drenched
And inked away like foul memories
By the dawn these bygones
Need to be inked away
The fake water tastes so real. . .
So addicted to artificial zeal.
More and more, until modern pages are drenched
And inked away like foul memories
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San Luis
02:39
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Grayson Erhard Denver, Colorado
Hailing from Del Norte, Colo., Grayson Erhard’s style leans heavily on the technically complex tap-slap style of percussive guitar often paired with moving, airy vocals.
Grayson Erhard recommends:
I've toured with this guy several times, I've been performing with him since 2010 and pretty much know every single song of his. The production and quality of music is awesome. Please check it out!
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