Released: December 16, 2022
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8. I Want You, Hear Me
9. Do What You Can Do
10. So We Do
11. The Future Design
“Firefly Flame” (C. Moore)
Come with me and you’ll see / that you cannot live forever. / Try to be and you’ll see / that you can now come back to being… / free… when horizons cease to be / and your firefly flame is all you show to me. / When you save up for more / there are scores who’ll praise you for it. / Turn about? Live in doubt? / Well, that’s no way to plan your life… / You’ll see… when dreams aren’t where you’re free / and your candle clarifies all that you care to read… / You never had words to tell me. / You never needed speech to sell me / on and on and on and gone… / You’ll never really leave me. / Take advice from a life / that was lived without suggestion. / Only time wanting now / what now can give to life worth living… / Agree… only when you do agree, / and don’t say you see when you’re too blinded to be (free)… / Sometimes I don’t remember / what life was like forever / before and then, ago, preceding / me, and then I start perceiving! / Come with me and you’ll see / that you cannot live forever. / Try to be and you’ll see / that you can now come back to being / free… when horizons cease to be / and your firefly flame is all you show to me…
“Don’t Wanna” (C. Moore)
Don’t wanna take out the trash. / Don’t wanna clean the countertops. / Don’t wanna empty your litter box… / I just wanna be with you / do all the things we used to do, / so let’s meet at your food bowl / and figure this out… / Don’t wanna vacuum the carpet. / Don’t wanna dust the blinds. / Don’t wanna remove every trace of you… / I just wanna be with you / do all the things we used to do, / so let’s camp on the couch now / and figure this out… / I just don’t see where you’ve gone when / you have ceased to be. / Call it crazy, all my calling out for more; it’s somehow worse to think of / our time as “before”… / Don’t wanna close up the window. / Don’t wanna lock the door. / Don’t wanna not see you waiting when I get home… / I just wanna be with you / do all the things we used to do, / so unleash a sunrise soliloquy: / we’ll figure this out!
“Yet I Choose” (C. Moore)
You ain’t been around in a long time, and I’ve been dreaming of seeing you / some time you know (you know). / You’re the fabric and the feel, the energy of every special horizon glimpsed by me you know; / yeah, I know you know… / Some, they say, “Sail around; don’t go through what this can do to you.” / Yet I choose! / I won’t take a trip for a long time, so I’ve been laying ‘round seeing you / some times; they’re faux (I know). / I didn’t want to fall for fantasy, then every genuine thought that sent you in to me / was set free… / Some, they say, “Don’t you drown; gotta focus on the stable ground.” / Yet I choose! / When I thought we were safely gone, reality made a fool of me, / and just because I can’t swim doesn’t mean the current’s overtaken me… / I just need some time at sea… / My ship ran aground of a knot wound, a dirty tangle of a ravel not allowed / to flow (you know). / You’re the fabric and the feel, the energy of every beautiful day remaining / yet for me to see… / You don’t say, “Sail around;” instead you climb aboard and hold my ground. / Yes, we choose… / You don’t say, “Sail around,” instead you climb aboard and / hold my ground… / Memories, sail with me, ripple onward, we will / some day see… / And we will see our friends again / another day…
“The World Lost a Step” (C. Moore)
I miss you; I wanna get back to you, walking around these empty halls. / I met you and lived with you; now the world is gone, and I don’t know where to go. / I realize there’s no getting back to you. / I never lost anything that couldn’t be brought back, at least in some way, to some degree. / As I walk around and see your perch, it’s empty; there’s no energy there. / The world is different: it’s lost a step. / It’ll never be the same again… / I don’t know how to get it back. / Every day with you was a smile and a pulse that you would give; I showered you with adjectives. / I wish you were here where you once belonged, shaking doors with just a breath. / Because though surrounded; I’m left alone. / I miss you; I wanna get back to you, walking around these empty halls. / I met you and lived with you; now the world is gone, and I don’t know where to go. / I never lost anything that couldn’t be brought back, at least in some way, to some degree. / So, I’ll walk around and take a breath; the air is odd — yet there’s some left, / and I can’t just wait for what comes next…
“Discard the Disguise” (C. Moore / N. Fekete)
Every night, everywhere we’ve been traveling, the station keeping comes. / Where we are, where we were stretch out far beyond; can’t quantify the sums. / With every light and every little flicker flaring fast, we somehow fail to see / every piece and every time that once belonged to us: it’s gathered up m, and / it’s catalogued, and it’s now confined to peace. / With every morning comes a question we’re allowed to glimpse: do we sign on for more? / When every action undertaken that fails to convince leaves us hollow at the core. / A ringing sound, a buzzing note that ties us coast to coast may be all that it takes, / and every stop and every show we pour our souls into without a spotlight / can be the one night that we discover fate. / That’s the fate that we’ve been traveling for, the hope that leaves us wanting more. / We see it in society’s lines: read between them; discard the disguise. / Dropping drama, rain down on us, soak the situation, take us from ourselves. / There’s no excuse and no distraction too reductive when the excuse excels. / Yet here they are: they’re sculpting truth and quelling conscience by cutting all the cards. / And can you unmask mass unmasked retaliation on what is supported / by not opinion but by a thoughtful mind? / That’s the thought that we’ve been looking for, and our hope leaves us wanting more. / We see it in our leaders’ lines: read between them; discard the disguise. / When the disguise is gone, some day when the present is past, / and all the pain you can’t maintain is lost and left to linger on alone… / Living in the past will not bring peace: breathe life into now, / for the future when the present fades, every present moment, truth, dissolves / into what may be when life moves on… / How am I supposed to love my next-door neighbor when he flies a flag that I despise? / I fly the flag that I was raised to salute, honor while he’s praised for loving lies. / State to state, the state we’re in is quite remarkable; before us the chasm lies. / It’s an abyss that we’re gorging on, and it defiles / while ‘round us, smiles disguise the hate inside. / That’s the hate that we’ve been rooting out, and our hope can’t be tinged by doubt. / We see it in our very lives: read between them; discard the disguise. / There’s only so much more time for us to realize…
“My Love, Again” (C. Moore)
Today I’ll be in a good mood for you, / and I’m with you. / Four years ago, nearly a decade and a half… / Now I just have to laugh. / To think of all that life had seemed to be / (fallen so far short) / before our time together… / For years I’ve tried to show you the love / that you have found in me. / I wandered, aimless, so far gone / for so much time. / My profession: all emotion and regression / until we came together… / (The second time…) / First time around was tough to talk, / so much distance, / parting with unexpectedly / shared sorrow… / My real life started underneath the stars. / I was longing, learning life. / Let’s egg the car of that once-known awkward ghost. / Or should we call him up for a toast? / That’s how our lives assembled after all. / The end result was in our power; / now the narrative is ours. / Today, I bring a better point of view / all because of you. / I’d fail to find the me I was before — / I left him on the ground floor. / I’m free to be, and ever higher, / my memory left mired / with jealousy, distrust… / Second time around, we magnetized — / so much to be realized — / and we created lives / together… / So, consider this my greeting card to you: / a hallmark of my love. / It may not rhyme, at least not all the time, / but it is made by me — and it is made right now… / Third time around, our friend just died — / the entropy was crushing — / but we’ll find new gravity / together. / Fourth time around is coming soon. / Let’s celebrate today’s love. / Our way today? I’ll say, I’ll stay / forever.
“This is All Over” (C. Moore)
Lyrics coming soon.
“I Want You, Hear Me” (C. Moore)
Lyrics coming soon.
“Do What You Can Do” (C. Moore)
Lyrics coming soon.
“So We Do” (C. Moore)
Lyrics coming soon.
“The Future Design” (C. Moore)
Lyrics coming soon.
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