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Cloudland
06:38
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CLOUDLAND
In the sky high up above through the glare there is a place made of air that projects and inspires.
The light from the electric storms illuminates and then warms like five thousand fires.
Down here on Mother Earth we're stuck on the ground and by gravity bound, and everyone's tired.
Anywhere is home as long as I carry a clear mind wherever I roam.
Ghosts bright blue chrome lift me up and take me over these buildings of stone.
Far away from the twilight zone.
Somehow this undeniable force of faded greens changing course has us tangled up in wires.
Between the smokescreen of mass and the lies there are societal cries painting faith as desire.
Waning institutions of greed and of old with their death grip on the gold are about to expire.
Anywhere is home as long as I carry a clear mind wherever I roam.
Ghosts bright blue chrome lift me up and glide me over these buildings of stone.
The great human stand is gaining momentum hand in hand with demand.
Take me to Cloudland.
Take me to Cloudland.
Take me to Cloudland.
Offer up your hands if you can.
Don't be too proud, land is just land.
Take me to Cloudland.
I'm searching through clouds for Cloudland.
Open up your mind and try to understand.
Take me to Cloudland.
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2. |
Return to Halcyon
03:50
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RETURN TO HALCYON
A sense of calm sitting on my shoulder.
Somehow just now I can move this boulder, and roll it to the sea down this path of unbearable ash using only the sound from the great ocean's crash.
Forgotten flowers destined to bloom with a steady wave of rainstorms coming soon.
There is no truth in Murphy's Law just crooked trees above an animal's maw.
So go rest your bones for now the sting is set free, and there will always be a part of you walking with me.
If the seas run dry long before the farewell try I know a book of mind will help me to touch the sky.
All the ragged rhymes of the poet crushing clandestine, and boldly telling the times when being bold is in decline.
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LUNAR BOMB OF ENDLESS LIGHT
Whenever I walk it reminds me of you as memories run wild of days in the sun surrounded by nothing but love as a child.
Forever your guide has been part of your presence and light, and you’ve given more than you have ever been given in life.
You taught me to walk.
You taught me to walk.
Where the Hill of Mars sits you will never forget.
You sculpted life with your mind, and showed your kin what is right.
Always shrugging off the dark and elevating the light.
Playing through the rain with a passion to play.
Walking over Earth and the beaches at dawn.
Practicing what you preach all along.
Holding love on your arm.
Caring for others in view, and what’s incredible to me has been the fountain of truth that overflows from your aura crashing into the sea.
You taught me to walk.
You taught me to walk and then you taught me to run, yeah you taught me to run.
Moonlight and blackbirds and evergreens glow beautiful against the pull.
Thunder and whites doves and gravity float vertical in time with the drum roll.
You taught me to run straight through the fog, and throw caution to the wind, and help others who may fall, and place my heart upon my friends.
If there ever is a wall that looks too high to ascend I always think about the start when you put my mind in your heart, and you taught me to walk.
You walked what you talked.
Come on, come on.
You taught me to walk.
You taught me to walk.
Taught me to run, yeah you taught me to run.
The Isle of Almost I hold oh so close because of you.
The Isle of Almost I hold oh so close thanks to you.
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4. |
Puzzles
04:57
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PUZZLES
My home is wherever you are today.
I know when the lights go out you'll stay, and guide me through the fray.
It's calming to see your grace.
You've got a halo above your head.
I'll remember what you've said that makes me feel so brave every day.
You said, "Don't let yourself stray. Don't stray."
Love floats over wherever you are today.
I know that your heart is made of faith, and I will never reach that place.
It's comfort to hear your voice.
You taught me trust, you gave me choice.
Never a moment that you've budged.
There's not a single soul that you've judged.
You make the world a place of ease when your heart beats.
You are complete.
You said, "Don't stray.
Don't stray. Don't stray.
Don't stray.
Don't stray."
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5. |
5 Thrushes Fly By
04:57
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5 THRUSHES FLY BY
Eyes at times can paint my mind with wonder, clouds, and sparks while my worry misses the mark.
Spilt like wine reactions draw hard lines that pull the kind apart, and push upon my heart.
Life is always awaking a war.
Time that I embrace it down to my core, and stop asking what for.
All the light comes from open windows.
Windows to beautiful souls.
All the clear water moving from the north pole to the south pole one drop at a time.
That there is a lesson to behold, so hold on to that light and fight.
Fight, fight.
Life is reaching with no why.
Life is climbing up too high.
I am always staring at the sky hoping that I might see 5 thrushes fly by in my sky.
Maybe I might see 5 thrushes fly by in my sky that remind me there is no why, and that is just fine.
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RIPPLES IN THE SPECTRAL SEAS
You want a world war.
We don't want your war.
You want a world war, but we don't want your war.
A little birdie once told me that I should never ever judge a book by its cover.
A little birdie once told me to go back to the drawing board to draw up another.
Marble pattern melting vanish view.
What goes up must come down, down, down upon you.
We keep fighting.
We keep fighting for scriptures as fixtures made from sand while there are waves of stars with beautiful ripples in the atmosphere, and there is not so much as give a damn.
Playing possum with the cannon lamp to hide from makers of the gravestone camp.
For all intents and purposes they would like to rain on our parade.
Hopping on a wild goose chase while the pot only holds fools gold, and the rainbow's hues have changed in oh so many ways.
These boundary lines are manmade and leading us astray.
We need poetic songs and aromatic rain.
Time we remind direction of this north bound train, and start shelving violence once again.
You want a world war.
We don't want your war.
You want a world war, but we don't want your war.
You want a world war.
We don't want your war.
You want a world war, but we don't want your war.
You want a world war.
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7. |
Burdensome
02:55
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BURDENSOME
Red-orange flame, deadly war games throttle through the night without a care for human life.
Senseless plan armed with blurred words gets us hand tied with our rubber minds leading a fight that is never justified.
Burdensome.
Burdensome so come on home.
My mind won't run.
Burdensome.
Burdensome so come on home.
My mind won't run.
Congressmen with no more shame slacking and filled with spite spoon feed us a bowl of lie.
Selfish plans aimed at other countries hand tied with their bleeding hearts putting up a fight, and all so we can pass the time.
Burdensome.
Burdensome so come on home.
My mind won't run.
Burdensome.
Burdensome so come on home.
My mind won't run.
Burdensome so come on home.
Eyes blind from the sun.
Burning sun out of control, and the pines are dying young.
Burdensome so come on home.
Let the light shine on big love.
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8. |
Slowly Ghostly
03:57
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SLOWLY GHOSTLY
He's been flooding his brain with everything that is wrong with this world.
Illusions they hang upside down from the ceiling of his soul.
Holding on by threads the accumulating dust takes it's toll.
Memories of what he said changing his days and taking control.
These ghosts move so slow.
Now he just can't outrun this fire, so he's reaching for higher.
Towards a place beyond these wires where the goal is to hold on to poems, and let the ropes float away, and embrace a slower pace in space and time.
Cities flooding with rain all across this jaded jackknifed world.
This institution of strain has him secured by stranglehold.
His ghosts move so unabashedly slow.
Slowly ghostly they go, and so it goes.
Have you ever been at the bottom of the danger zone where the fallen forgotten they get thrown out into the cold?
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COPPER SWANS BEYOND THE FOG
Books and sounds, the rats and hounds, thunder clouds hovering over a broken down point of view.
Dreams and thrills, the trees on hills, another brutal smothering just in time to make the evening news.
November frost, futures lost, a stumble's cost throttling its way past the seasonal blues.
What do you see when you take a good hard look at you?
Props in chairs, thoughts and prayers, cowardly covering up to hide the corporate bottom line.
God and wakes, fox and snakes, devoted to holding tightly on to red paradigm.
Copper swans beyond the fog swimming to stay alive under a flag that only elevates the few.
Look at you.
I know what I see when I take a good long look at you.
I'm tired of the cycle.
I'm tired of the carnage.
I'm tired of your silence.
I'm tired of your garbage.
I'm tired of the gunfire.
I'm tired of the lying.
I'm so damn tired of what you won't require.
I am sick to my core of seeing children dying.
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10. |
Moonbeam Catapult
02:40
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MOONBEAM CATAPULT
(From on high) the dust of the sky in choir with the night's obtainable campfire.
Makemake is out there spinning guise, rushing in, reflecting warmth from within, and sand sifting all of this earthshine. (Surround)
Just know I know we can turn the tide. (Delay)
A perpetual unknown connecting time to tone behind a flashing strobe of lunar light trying to try to form a spectral monocline.
Waning and waxing, the moon's gaining in a relaxing unwind.
I'm shooting love unstoppable, straight.
Shooting love straight from this moonbeam catapult.
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Existing
05:20
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EXISTING
Like a record spinning out of control.
Like a poet dreaming on a Sunday stroll.
Like a mime playing the beat of a metronome.
Where’s science?
Where’s the mind of Sherlock Holmes?
The world keeps spinning beyond our walls from Cairo to Seoul to the outskirts of Montreal.
Is there a plan for us all?
How long before the fall?
It seems grace is dying in our arms.
That there is Mother Earth’s alarm.
Found a pulse but barely holding on.
A single raindrop disrupts this pond.
Is this the price of what we got wrong?
I can feel the ice break below and just beyond.
Is there room for us all?
How can we trust this trust fall?
Without dreams grace is dying in our arms.
Damn it’s time that we disarm.
Have no memories of climbing this wall made of thorns.
Have no memories of being born.
Have no memories of spinning inside of this storm.
No more reveries being explored.
Have no memories of climbing this wall made of thorns.
Have no memories of being born.
Have no memories of spinning inside of this storm.
No more reveries being explored.
Without dreams grace is dying in our arms.
Damn it’s time that we disarm.
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12. |
Sunset Wolves
06:24
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SUNSET WOLVES
His eyes were never cold.
His kindness just rolled with the sunset wolves.
He controlled so much soul.
All those times in this room that he spent devoting are no more, 'cause now he's floating high above the walls.
He's floating for sure.
Their arrows struck a chord.
The warning signs were born.
The flames so badly burned in the form of words.
Dreamless with nothing's sword.
Premonitions of breaking dawn with no threshold.
This storm rising as a swarm.
The dregs pinned him down for days.
No choice but to swim away from the rising waves.
The help train left him in its wake.
Their arrows struck a chord.
The warning signs were born.
The seams so badly torn.
I'm at a loss for words.
He left walking down his pain to the edge of the rain.
He was straining for sure, and now it's raining no more.
I've got wolves on my mind all the time.
All the time.
Yeah, I've got wolves on my mind all the time.
All the time.
Sunset wolves on my mind all the time.
Stop the wolves.
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13. |
Ricochet (Good Ghosts)
07:20
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RICOCHET (GOOD GHOSTS)
Time can't be undone.
Keep reaching through the fog.
The path won't show the trouble disdain has spun.
Time can't be undone.
A curse can scale these walls.
These fields they need more rain.
A haunted house not answering the good ghosts' calls.
A curse can scale these walls.
There's kindness in moonbeams.
There are angels overhead.
Not the kind you read about in a manmade book of dreams that's been glorified by machines.
A quiet man walking along the shoreline reflecting butterflies in his eyes.
If he kicks the sand most of us won't understand until this storm passes him by.
Relax, now may I suggest a little bit of sunlight and rest.
Life's not a test so just do your best.
Miracles intertwine with a heartbeat from the other side, so let go of the ropes that divide.
Unhook the chains on rocks, shake off the greed on top, and bulldoze the thought mirage.
Can you hear me now screaming love out loud?
If the world won't change I trust that love does rearrange sometimes as dust from the ground.
I can feel you now in a burst from the clouds.
Like the eyes of the world looking down upon with a smile curled, and that board in the floor still makes that sound.
Ricochet around the stars.
Ricochet wherever you are.
If there's good ghosts in the clouds they'll lead you back to me somehow.
So ricochet around the stars.
Always an echo from the gun.
Always blinded by the sun.
If we can't love each other well what good have we done?
There's always an echo from big love.
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Kasey Keenan Old Orchard Beach, Maine
Kasey Keenan is a singer-songwriter residing in Old Orchard Beach, Maine. His musical influences stretch from Gregory Alan Isakov to Pink Floyd. His third studio album "the 6th Abloom" will be released in 2024.
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