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It's quiet now, and as I think my thoughts alone,
I try to keep my head straight but I think I'm too far gone,
for in this silence, the truth rings even louder;
a constant grinding begging recognition of its power.
Through its eyes I take the trip, destiny: the place,
of pain and pleasure absolute, where sorrow has a face;
a place of time where spirit, asked to stand and hold its ground,
has lost all equilibrium and is slowly sinking down;
down into the darkness that the lack of will affords,
down into the shadows, past the junkies, past the whores,
down into the mire, suffocating all that lives,
but if I say "I care" I lie for I have no more left to give.
Well I suppose a hand would help. Oh yeah, there?s no one here.
Guess that?s what I wanted (once again my greatest fear).
I just long to hear a bird song, just to let me know there?s light,
for we all know a songbird never sings its song at night,
but its quiet now.
A thought, a subtle image, comes creeping 'round again;
a vision clear as day then projects onto my lens.
With my little heart I often hope for once, all hopes not lost...
but even as I try I find, the truth demands a cost.
Exacted from my soul (my only means of recompense),
taken as a toll, for even knowledge charges rent.
Removed from me without consent, I?ve now a hole to fill,
compounded by the fact that I hear the grinding still.
The darkness sure and silent holds fast beyond my reach.
A ray of light has not a chance, the shadows can?t be breached.
A fight ensues, and all is waged until the end has come.
A battle to the death pits a father ?gainst his son.
What now? I ask the guide of this, me, my final fate,
and I'm led into the cell; I hear the closing of the gate.
The silence I once feared is at last my final end,
and the silence I once hated has become my only friend, again.
It?s quiet now.
-I've put most of my sets in winamp on shuffle, it makes you rediscover some great sets.
right now i'm listening to 'sander kleinenberg - essential mix 06 09 01'
with that txt as intro.
I try to keep my head straight but I think I'm too far gone,
for in this silence, the truth rings even louder;
a constant grinding begging recognition of its power.
Through its eyes I take the trip, destiny: the place,
of pain and pleasure absolute, where sorrow has a face;
a place of time where spirit, asked to stand and hold its ground,
has lost all equilibrium and is slowly sinking down;
down into the darkness that the lack of will affords,
down into the shadows, past the junkies, past the whores,
down into the mire, suffocating all that lives,
but if I say "I care" I lie for I have no more left to give.
Well I suppose a hand would help. Oh yeah, there?s no one here.
Guess that?s what I wanted (once again my greatest fear).
I just long to hear a bird song, just to let me know there?s light,
for we all know a songbird never sings its song at night,
but its quiet now.
A thought, a subtle image, comes creeping 'round again;
a vision clear as day then projects onto my lens.
With my little heart I often hope for once, all hopes not lost...
but even as I try I find, the truth demands a cost.
Exacted from my soul (my only means of recompense),
taken as a toll, for even knowledge charges rent.
Removed from me without consent, I?ve now a hole to fill,
compounded by the fact that I hear the grinding still.
The darkness sure and silent holds fast beyond my reach.
A ray of light has not a chance, the shadows can?t be breached.
A fight ensues, and all is waged until the end has come.
A battle to the death pits a father ?gainst his son.
What now? I ask the guide of this, me, my final fate,
and I'm led into the cell; I hear the closing of the gate.
The silence I once feared is at last my final end,
and the silence I once hated has become my only friend, again.
It?s quiet now.
-I've put most of my sets in winamp on shuffle, it makes you rediscover some great sets.
right now i'm listening to 'sander kleinenberg - essential mix 06 09 01'
with that txt as intro.
A very interesting beginning to a set. I recognized it as soon as I read the thread title.
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