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Mazarine
03:08
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I’ve seen new stars float across my dreams. No reflections of the past in between. With every reason I refuse to believe these lights, they signal to an end, so it goes. But now I know what lies below for me. Just fall. Here nor there, I drift in despair. Uncertain of these stars around me.
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The Cycles Unnumbered
02:36
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Caught in the current now truly falling. Eyes sealed closed. I feared the skies, now burning bright. Not a moment ago, life was simpler. Now I scratch and I curse at the compass, loving night. With black bonds tight I’m racing down. The hourglass just emptied. The light seeping in and incessant signals. Beams of pain sent from the cosmos. Down, down, down no joy. To this world, my heart can’t escape. (A desperate rock, from darkling space, terrestrial tragedian) in his finest role yet. Light or blindness, day or night, have we fallen beyond reach? This is madness and I’m in disbelief. Something approaches...(a foreign fate of me or paradise beneath?)
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Now in times like these, what’s left to say? The acceleration and the foreign age (strange). Epoch inception, the times are countless (what’s left to say?), each with revolving doors. Character’s lessons, loves, hates, and everything else. This is a nod, an acknowledgment of the paintings and portraits of things lost forever. I’m up on a hill, a wistful look on my face. Here my mind and my body are severed. The pools of reflection are timeless below. In a valley of memory, a pillar, I am. A watcher I can’t help but remain. A monolith forced to exist here. An anachronism with eyes on all time but it’s own. The stone unmoved and alone with none but star and moon as company. You’ll bare with me, I have digressed. Through mead and mere I gazed as far as east from west. The hills I once longed for, I now tread everyday. And every night it seems my thoughts dwell in ponds (now passed far away.) The eyes close and rain (falls).
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Toxophola
05:53
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(I am sick, wizened beyond, on the run, headlong into fire. This fire only knows the deep). An entity inside the bay, outside our room it lie in wait. Maternal eyes could feel hers burn. The children here were what she yearned. Flashback, to the day, innocence so far gone. When lambs knew not what lurked abroad. Before the shepherd’s broken rod. From a fen of lies, came swarms of flies, like wolves with spider eyes. To tear the mother loose and leave the children bare exposing them to cloying flesh and blackened charms. The father we’ll tempt, bore holes in his mind. With visions perverted and acts undefined. Our hives we will place in untarnished trees. Let us corrupt their yield so they will spread a rotting seed. Sink, I watch myself sink. Decades, now passed. The looking glass. Alive, possessed, with one repast. Night addicted soul. A stone’s throw from delusional. After hours fiend. I’m not one, but two lost in pure deluge. Son of Stygian nights (and) darkened blue in eerie heights. (Ice) let it fall, shock me straight. As if frost could absolve me. We are one trapped here in the marshes, filth.
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Eyes not forward but to the ground. Gaze drawn, fixated, spellbound, looking down. This is a farewell, the Siros dreamer, Sun Terrace son, your Hell has just begun. This star, blinding, I can’t feel the warmth. Breathless, each gasp for air is shorter still. New needles, coming from corridors I thought I sealed. Curious and sick, I sit and cut from memory. She shifts in ways you’ve never seen. An open wound you’ve never seen, an open wound so close to me, an open wound perpetually, an open wound forever so unclean. A loveless song, alone all along. This maroon potential no longer whole with none to hold. My mentation, tattered rags, beyond cleanse, 8 years forsook. A fool’s slave day by day, talking to myself and slip away. In this hole is where you will always stay. Echoes of ignorance, this eternal song. Force fed swill, I gormandized and always carried on. Seems there is an out it’s in my sights an opening. (I’ll go tonight), lead or light, I’ll end this life. Make it up, run away, 2,920 with nothing to say. In terms of notes, I lived with 8. The cycles repeat, completely unchanged. Who will you call while playing house? With nothing to put the fire out. Know it will burn, it always does. Who has remained, we have all run. (Nothing else for it but the fire so just) Burn away from me. A void shell and just decay. I’ve sealed the flesh completely cauterized. Forget these tortured eyes, you’ve died to 8 of mine.
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Atollian
02:16
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Miles and miles in my mind. The ice on either side, with trees as sentinels. Third shift worn eyes and paling dawning light. The road ahead and always behind. A timeline it’s here and remains. Time exists no longer when you ruminate on those distant days, distinct times, lost with age. I miss finding friends in the dark, the echoes in the doorway keep my face on my skull. I'm never going back, I'm never coming home. In real time and space, a seven cycle we’ve already faced. Weeks to months, years that race. The steadfast and foreign reign.
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Severnaya
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Bedlam Blues
03:23
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I spin, spin lights, my lights to the walls. Over falls, clout of earth, tides befall. Only beneath waves, I can hear time call. Oil and dirt. I want this to end. Flowing through my veins I realize (I want this) it needs to begin. With my hand over mouth, I relearn to breathe. Through a small aperture, I begin to see who I was and what I’ve been. Someone else, someone who was drowned, ebb has taken all shedded skins. With new eyes, new shadows lead, gateway to where young can feed. Stripes, dots, flood my sights. The walls spin back. Rejection fail. This is control, total reverse, these lights resolve, I can’t see, blinded by a beam of guilt and pure stupidity. I was saved from the wreckage, rescued from flotsam heaps. My heart never left the deep.
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On Saturnine Shores
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In this space you can't take your shape, the fall will change you. renewed or ruined. merciless dimension. familiarity will taunt. the mirror world will treat you as the old though there is no growth only memory and decay. Only in walks of green and mist will you feel whole again.
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Eru
06:29
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Light, an orb in the sky. The emanation seen, felt, dread, dealt eye on me. It’s gaze zeroed in, feel the crosshairs survey my skin. The quarry now I am. I was lost in shadow years and twilight scenes and brook no coppices clear for growth. (the pines kept looking down on the single glade I have. In a haunted wood I sit entrenched in every way. Awaiting the day). Awaiting. The light calling out to us all. Hand the children diamonds. Will they understand? Give the finites forever to conceive what really is at hand. One can only hope home lies there just beyond the veil, once these eyes have closed. I am a polarized soul. (North Star above, yet eyes kept the low) self tormented from all directions I spin. The path made so clear, what’s so simple I truly do fear. (Diamond sun plea). I’ve run full tilt, a lifetime’s worth, with pride, medications and all things of this earth. I’ve seen bright shine and shadows fall and witnessed minds dissolve. We were boys raised near the coasts of eterna. The paradisal hills by the sea. Not meant to fear, run, despair or be victims (of the) starless weight of this reality. I still feel the tides, vast oceans of time, and at the heart the moon’s unending light.
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STR California
STR was a label from February 2012 to February 2022 based in South Orange County, CA. DIY limited releases. This page serves as an archive of STR releases. Physical releases can still be found on Discogs and Ebay. Lovesick forever.
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