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Dial in the Plan
By Robert Stone AKA Robert Ajrian
© Bewilderness Records COPYRIGHT 2001
She has a means with words-
Her diction is cured -
Of yesterday's old, proper nouns-
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She keeps herself amused
Wearing someone else's shoes-
And with her substitute, pincushion clowns-
She frowns...
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"Don't remind me-
It's a slow enticement-
It reminds me of the people who I've never been again-
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Don't remind me-
It's a slow confinement-
It reminds me of the places where I've never been before"-
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Dial In the plan-
Making love to her man-
Was a loaded gun in her hand-
Life's too short to stand-
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She has her thoughts consumed-
Miles below in her gloom-
So she runs her fingers along the wall-
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She puts herself to bed-
Once her evening star has fled-
Just trying to place where she dissolves-
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She'll keep herself amused-
Wearing someone else's ruse-
And with her substitute, pincushion clowns-
She frowns...
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"Don't remind me-
It's a slow enticement-
It reminds me of the people who I've never been before-
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Don't remind me-
It's a slow confinement-
It reminds me of the places where I've never been again"-
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Dial in the plan-
Making love to her man-
Was a loaded gun in her hand-
Life's too short to stand.
Silhouette of Love
By Robert Stone AKA Robert Ajrian
© Bewilderness Records COPYRIGHT 1993,2001
Many footsteps ring soundly in the dusk-
Where the people slip away-
I never thought that I would ever catch a glimpse-
I was always too slow to take that action-
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In thin lines I traced the contours of your soul-
I ignored the words that you wrote between them-
I never thought that I would collapse against your will-
The pillar of ice was always my dominion-
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You've become just a silhouette of love-
The meaning of your words demented-
I pursue just a silhouette of love-
Feeling like an ending that's never ended-
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The strength has left my will tonight-
Your silhouette is cast in a somber light-
I will sleep tightly in a darkened corner-
Of a room that has no end in sight-
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You said that I touched you in a way that made you starve-
For an affection that took no time to carve -
Into a memory that sped too quickly by-
Now I'm dancing with shadows that never learned to cry-
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You've become just a silhouette of love-
The meaning of your words demented-
I pursue just a silhouette of love-
Feeling like an ending that's never ended-
Guenivere
By Robert Stone AKA Robert Ajrian
© Bewilderness Records COPYRIGHT 1993,2001
I thought I knew you-
Before our circles met-
But time's in such a distortion-
That sometimes I forget -
But what does it matter -
When our lives mean nothing more -
Than moments connected -
By our hopes for something more? -
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But Agony Central is a place we might return
Someday, come what may in the trials of our dreams -
And yet I know you, and I don't know you -
Though I long to know you more -
Desires are racing, constantly chasing -
Will they ever reach that door?
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Guenivere-
How I long to hold you here -
In a place where no one goes -
Wearing a face that no one knows -
Will I love you long enough to touch you?
Below's above you still -
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It was a Tuesday that longed for Wednesday's love -
But never could reach it -
The race that Thursday won -
Now you're such a sweet thing -
But maybe too sweet for this one's taste -
Though I mean all these things -
My words are made in haste -
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But Agony Central is a place we might forget -
Someday, come what may on the tracks of narrow minds -
And yet I love you, and I don't love you -
Though I long to love you more -
Dangers are creeping while we're all sleeping -
Would it be wise to lock that door?
The Agony and the Ecstasy
By Robert Stone AKA Robert Ajrian
© Bewilderness Records COPYRIGHT 1993,2001
I'v offered you a piece of this confusion -
And a sip of tea, but not in your cup -
After a love's cataclysmic clymax -
With the mourning of the day to interrupt -
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But no mask will hide my fate, or feelings -
And no loss will mark an end -
For here stands a martyr for fools -
Left with one choice to choose, and stand to defend -
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And so a love is real -
And so I've been told -
So Ecstasy's decline -
Leads to Agony's last hope -
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I've suffered in my silence-
And loved you as I've meant -
To reach to supreme order of oblivious joy -
To chill this sentiment -
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Your visions are shared, and unaltered -
No disguise to cause uncertainty -
plain to see the vacant -
plainer still to see the vacancy -
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And what was dismissed as a subtle affair -
marred by influence over pressured despair -
lacking in presence, made up for in time -
Only holding out with frustration in the wait for a sign -
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And so a hate is real -
And so I have felt -
So Agony slips away -
To where Ecstasy has dwelt -
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And so the truth is known -
And so it appears -
And there's no ecstasy to agonize -
In the blood of our tears -
The Prisoner
By Robert Stone AKA Robert Ajrian
© Bewilderness Records COPYRIGHT 1988,2001
I am a prisoner in a cage -
Where I'm forced to face my rage -
Unable to deal with the faces I conceal -
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I am a prisoner of my mind -
Where I've been doing time -
They said the corners would be deep -
My perspective's gone to sleep -
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I am a prisoner of a heart -
One might guess, torn apart -
They said the shadows would not harm -
Instate trauma, no cause for alarm -
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But they're overrunning me, over, running me over -
Overrunning me, over, running me over -
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Just how much does it take to know me? -
Just how little does it take to forget? -
Turn off the spotlight and temperature drops -
You've built the cell that I'm forced to accept -
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I am the prisoner of myself, and your insecurities -
Held back by a problem that's solved by overwhelming me -
I am the prisoner of love versus ambition -
I am your prisoner as long as you imprison me -
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I am a prisoner of my time -
Which has become less of mine -
Cut to shreds for my bonds -
Kept apart, kept in line -
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I am a prisoner of a life -
My essence, destined to die -
But there will be freedom allowed -
When the fire's in the clouds -
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I am the prisoner of myself, and your insecurities -
Held back by a problem that's solved by overwhelming me -
I am the prisoner of love versus ambition -
I am your prisoner as long as you imprison me
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I died today, you paid the way...
Kissing Glass
By Robert Stone AKA Robert Ajrian
© Bewilderness Records COPYRIGHT 1991,2001
Shade that will not alter -
Your face is familiar -
So I'll call you obsession -
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You call attention to yourself-
Without saying a word -
To me -
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"Just this" you'll add -
And no more words -
We believe we believe -
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Kissing glass while thinking in reflections -
And Sweetness begs attention -
bathing in blood ,and lunacy -
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Kissing glass while thinking in pictures -
And verity we've disinterred -
Bathing in blood, and lunacy -
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This day captured by the night -
I will stare into your eyes -
And be captured by the sight -
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You call attention to the fact -
Of crumbling bonds -
Nonexistance -
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"Just this" you'll add -
And no more words -
We are the absurd -
We believe we believe
Alone in the Dark
By Robert Stone AKA Robert Ajrian
© Bewilderness Records COPYRIGHT 1988,2001
What does this mean to me? -
maybe a fantasy alive -
And so you do dowse the lights -
maybe a nightmare in disguise? -
A varied interval -
A waning vigil for the day -
And when the morning calls -
Will you want to obey?
What did you say? -
I did not hear -
You whisper, restless in your sleep -
Somewhat violently, but not to clear -
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I'm not in the least bit satisfied -
I know a troubled heart, you tremble -
What must you hide from me?
Trapped in predestiny -
So fragile -
You tremble -
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Love, I know you're crying -
As you hide your tears in the dark -
Yes, I know you're crying -
Please don't be afraid of the dark -
Love, I know you're crying -
I won't leave you alone -
Yes, I know that you're crying -
I won't Leave you alone -
Leave you alone in the dark -
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What could this mean to you? -
Maybe a fantasy revived -
And so you kill the lights -
Maybe a last chance on your mind? -
A varied interval -
A waning vigil for the time -
And when the sadness comes -
Will you take it all in stride? -
Who have we loved? -
I can't remember -
But who has loved -
When they've already surrendered? -
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Could you be so kind as to -
Let me in on your confusion? -
Or am I responsible? -
Would absence equal solution? -
...Confusion -
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Love, I know you're crying -
As you dry your tears in the dark -
Yes, I know you're crying -
Please don't be afraid of the dark -
Love, I know you're crying -
I won't leave you alone -
Yes, I know that you're crying -
I won't Leave you alone -
Leave you alone in the dark
The Girl She Used to Be
By Robert Stone AKA Robert Ajrian
© Bewilderness Records COPYRIGHT 2001
She brought out much to linger -
This breeze is dipped in sour -
With a pale, cartoon-creature -
Standing besides herself to cower -
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Without a second thought -
She asked bitter to buy cruel -
A thousand crashing lightbulbs -
The glass settled like dew -
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And no, she was not seeking to forget the past -
And no, she was not looking to forgive so fast -
I know, I saw her stumble to this dash -
I know, I saw her coast along her crash -
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The girl she used to be doesn't live here anymore -
That page has turned, and ripped -
She left her on this floor -
The girl she used to be doesn't live here anymore -
Closure's the casualty of her determined, inner-war-
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What brought her older stories tumbling on themselves? -
washed her hands of failures, and brushed off her old self -
Now her world's much brighter, drifting in the lights -
Gorged on laughter cut-outs, and hide-and-sneak delights -
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And no, she was not willing to forgive the past -
And no, she was not expecting to forget so fast -
I know, I saw her stumble to be brash -
I know, I saw her coast along her crash -
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The girl she used to be doesn't live here anymore -
That page she turned, and ripped -
She left her on this floor -
The girl she used to be doesn't live here anymore -
With turned out eyes she quipped:
"So through with her I've worn" -
Shadow Me Deeply
By Robert Stone AKA Robert Ajrian
© Bewilderness Records COPYRIGHT 1993,2001
Weaving through a weightlessness -
I have crept up towards the dream -
Where we met so long ago -
But your face I have never seen -
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In twisted branches I have followed -
My random pace haphazardly -
Tripping over earth, and air -
I fall into the trap of your imagry -
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Shadow me deeply -
I'm not too concerned -
I desire what I fear -
Shadow me deeply in pitch-black glee -
I wish to disappear -
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Succumbing to a helplessness -
I've lost the will of struggling -
A wordless voice now knows my name -
And I can't ignore it calling me -
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In twisted branches I have followed -
My random pace haphazardly -
Tripping over earth, and air -
I fall into the trap of your imagry -
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Shadow me deeply -
I'm not too concerned -
I desire what I fear -
Shadow me deeply in pitch-black glee -
I wish to disappear
Obliviation
By Robert Stone AKA Robert Ajrian
© Bewilderness Records COPYRIGHT 1993,2001
You joined the ranks of aimless souls -
Walking the streets on doldrum lulls -
Goodbye girl, I have lost your hold -
The banter bells of inevitable tolled -
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It's not a dream, just a useless thing -
Made in the image of a sheltering -
But it fell far short of its own purpose -
One can never tell when tongues resist -
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Obliviation, obliviate -
In its stream we dissipate -
Taken from time, and fallen from grace -
Hallucinations do replace -
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You've joined the ranks of truths appeased -
The Digel do peddle with words to please -
Too bad this time you were listening -
You've brought a stubborn man down upon his knees -
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It's not a dream, just a useless thing -
made in the image of a withering -
But it fell far short of its own purpose -
One can never tell when tongues resist -
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Obliviation, obliviate -
In its dream we hesitate -
Taken from time, and lost in its face -
Hallucinations do replace -
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Obliviation, obliviate -
In its dream we hesitate -
Taken from time, and lost in its face -
Hallucinations do replace -
Do replace... Do replace...
Too Many Miles
By Robert Stone AKA Robert Ajrian
© Bewilderness Records COPYRIGHT 2001
If this were up to me I'd be steeped in my debating -
Still it's a primal need -
To be loosed upon this slating -
To be thrown upon your grating -
And you're just strewn upon your needs -
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I guess I'll go away for now within the restive inklings -
Punchbowls, and tearful scowls, you were the best of jinxes -
To turn my head and look was just an indication -
The notice that I took evicted my vacation -
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You were too many miles away -
As all your warmth just washed away -
Out of the heart your eyes betrayed -
Your body's warm, your soul has strayed -
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The hollows, and the shills -
I will swim this rough occasion -
Your laughter's disarming to a skill -
To my listlessness' abrasions -
And my tempted hesitations -
Still your infectious folly spills -
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I guess I'll go away for now into the restive inklings -
Punchbowls and loving scowls, you were the best of jinxes -
To you I mark these days that faded like enchantments -
Our victories were weighed against our worst enhancements, but away...
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You were too many miles away -
Standing in front of me to say -
"Upon this very ground I'll stay" -
A heart your glassy eyes betrayed -
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You were too many miles away -
As all your warmth just washed away -
Out of the heart your eyes betrayed -
Your body's warm, your soul has strayed -
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You were too many miles away
The Lightning Barrel
By Robert Stone AKA Robert Ajrian
© Bewilderness Records COPYRIGHT 2001
I see a hole in your thought, and it makes me laugh -
I see a hole in my faith, and it makes you laugh -
Been too much falling into the lap of ticklish grim -
Been too many hop, skip, and jumpers -
Testing the height from wide to slim -
Wide to slim -
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So I'm supposed to see a literal envisional -
So I'm supposed to see a dull, bitter politico -
I keep breaking my back over the lightning barrel -
I keep staggering over the beautiful, elusive invisible -
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I'm far from over, I keep starting departures -
I keep walking through particles -
And they slow down the process, the procedures -
It ensures a humdrummy, beat-creature -
My humdrummy, glum leisure -
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I see a hole in your truth, and I wonder why -
I see hole in my hope, and it makes you sigh -
Been too much falling into the lap of ticklish slow -
Been too many hop, skip, and jumpers testing the height from tall to low -
Tall to low -
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I keep breaking my back over the lightning barrel -
So sick of the fingerprints that keep showing up on my will -
If I had a wisher, I'd be far from who lingers -
Who pulls strings, strikes sparkings - the glowing of nil -
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I keep breaking my back over the lightning barrel -
So tired of the fingerprints that are showing up on there still -
If I had a wisher, I'd be stronger for longer -
And splinter that barrel, and piece back that will
Yesterday's Child
By Robert Stone AKA Robert Ajrian
© Bewilderness Records COPYRIGHT 1987,2001
You're yesterday's child -
Being torn apart by the twist in your style -
You're yesterday's news -
But I'm torn apart, still in love with you -
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But it's funny to see that we're laughing out loud -
After all you were just another face in this crowd -
Of manic-depressive, self-pitying fools -
Guess it's not what they are, but what they mean to you -
To you - what do they mean to you?
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You're yesterday's high -
But more than the remnants of artificial joy -
You're yesterday's darling -
But not the type to act spoiled with her toys -
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But it's still uncertainty plaguing these thoughts -
After all it's a question of love me, lusts me not -
But don't be ignorant, read between the lines -
And don't be naive with what you find -
Find - what do you find? -
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You're yesterday's child -
One false front, plus one real smile -
You're yesterday's news -
Lead me by the hand as I'm taken with you -
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But it's strange to see that we've broken the ice -
After all there were all those sleepless nights -
And I still paint a smile when I think of them now -
Id do anything (I guess), to get them back somehow -
How- can we go back now? -
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You're yesterday's news -
Until tomorrow has reconciled you -
You're yesterday's dream -
Until tomorrow sees reality -
You're yesterday's child
Me and My Own
By Robert Stone AKA Robert Ajrian
© Bewilderness Records COPYRIGHT 1987,2001
It's written on these faces -
By nature of design -
How sad a love is wasted -
How sad, this love was mine -
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It's pity to the pitiful -
Ways in which were cruel to our own -
The box that takes the photograph -
is the one that took my soul -
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As images are reminiscent -
Remembrance can be the curse -
When the situation's different -
Your heart for love does thirst -
But this won't be a first -
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For I sit here and I watch you cry -
I long to reach out, but I fail to try -
My advice is free, but my hands are tied -
The arms that hold me are mine -
The arms that hold me are mine -
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The script has written misery -
Not a part I prefer to play -
But the cast is still a mystery -
And I have nothing real to say -
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Branded scars that are sustained -
Anger and jealousy hand in hand -
Listed among the frequent casualties -
A plea of innocence as my himbled desire -
And last demand -
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It's written on these minds -
By nature of consent -
How tragic a heart must break -
And no way to prevent -
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It's sympathy to the sympathetic -
Gestures of our own -
That glass that holds back time -
Is the one I must condone -
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And still a thought occurs to me -
At least one I can control -
How the two of us will never part -
But still be so alone -
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For I sit here, and I watch you cry -
I long to reach out, but I fail to try -
My advice is free, but my hands, they are tied -
The arms that hold me are mine -
These arms that hold me are mine
Through the Narrow Gate
By Robert Stone AKA Robert Ajrian
© Bewilderness Records COPYRIGHT 1993,2001
Through the narrow gate I go -
Holdng my hands together -
Mindful when to gather -
Just in time to disappear -
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So I lie on my back -
On the dark grass of the knoll -
I see the Celestials with eyes closed -
Stretched across the darkness -
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"Please forgive me not!" -
Pleads a voice within my thoughts -
A whispering I often hear too well -
The nagging that only my mortality would dispel -
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Through the narrow gate I go -
I lost so many nights -
Searching for a window -
Just in time to diasppear -
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Little Marigold on lithium -
Negotiate my needs -
Lost within losing myself -
See how this story reads -
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I've told all that's been condmned -
Washed up from the storm -
So the after-dream I have woven -
Just to keep me warm -
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Through the narrow gate I go -
Holding my hopes together -
Mindful when to bother -
Just in time to disappear -
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Through the narrow gate I go -
As the whisper chants from the knoll -
A hide and seek little Marigold -
Just in time to disappear
The Minute Before
By Robert Stone AKA Robert Ajrian
© Bewilderness Records COPYRIGHT 1991,2001
Dearly departed, save your charms for another man named me -
I've worked my way recklessly trough another man named me -
Where we shared a vintage year until our year was through -
"To Love's collision!" made no sense until its vow came true -
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Well I woke out of a nightmare-dream -
There were lover's remains as far as I could see -
Under a senile god laughing over me -
He dressed me as a fool, then asked me what I'd like to be -
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The minute before his face appeared at the door -
Everything seemed right in my blasphemy -
The minute before the cross was nailed to the door -
Everything seemed right in my blasphemy -
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Dearly beloved, save your charms for the words we'll never speak -
I've collapsed exhausted on my quest for the words we'll never heed -
For there's blood on my limbs, and holes in my palms, stigmata's been absorbed -
I've worn the thorny crown, but now my mind is drowned, and it's not real anymore -
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Well I woke out of a nightmare-dream -
There were poets' designs beyond infinity -
Until the god became aware of me -
His memoy was good, so he put the fear of him in me -
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The minute before his face appeared at the door -
Everything seemed right in my blasphemy -
The minute before the cross was nailed to the door -
Everything seemed right in my blasphemy
No Promises
By Robert Stone AKA Robert Ajrian
© Bewilderness Records COPYRIGHT 1989,2001
I make no promises that I cannot keep -
So I make no promises at all -
I don't want love, and I will not demand it -
Though I'm not too sure that you'd really understand it -
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Convenient in passing, seeming sincere for commitment -
But you're weak of will, and would bend in an instant -
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You're tired of games that practice your rules -
Now you're tired of me, guess you practiced "us" too -
But I never expected to feel so uncertain -
After the glimpses caught in the lapse of your curtain -
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So no promises, we'd never keep them -
No promises, tried too hard to need them -
No promises, divorcing tomorrow -
No promises, no time to borrow -
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A flower once bloomed, but decays from neglect -
I've heard what you've said, but never what you've meant -
Stability asked for on shaky grounds -
If you only had ears to hear how that sounds -
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Hypocrite, ignorant of the culprit who swallows passion, then spits -
Grasping for anything clear, but desperate -
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In a shallow world where I have drowned -
In a deeper world I won't be found -
But I won't let you see my eyes -
Not until I have built my disguise -
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So no promises, we'd never keep them -
No promises, tried too hard to need them -
No promises, divorcing tomorrow -
No promises, no time to borrow
Love,Brood,Hate
By Robert Stone AKA Robert Ajrian
© Bewilderness Records COPYRIGHT 1991,2001
I was born in the ghetto of mentality's warm embrace -
Felt my fears scourge the shadows, but the shadows veil their trace -
A little dizzy image dancing for a tortured brain -
Can't replace this image that's carved against the grain -
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Love, brood, hate -
Anger and trust with haste -
I feel the blood is boiling, but the soul is cool and calm -
Spinning into shock, twisting like the Cat-bird's song -
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One minute you're the lover of all you thought you loved -
The next you're just the keeper of Reality's cremation dust -
But all has ben forgiven, and all has been discussed -
But you still brood in silence over the color of distrust -
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Out of the flames and onto thin ice -
My body is shaking from this device -
Through the cracks I am sure to fall -
For Destiny's voice is sure to call -
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Out of the flames and onto thin ice -
My world is fractured by this device -
Through the cracks I am sure to fall -
A mad obsession is slow to crawl -
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I was tossed to the hounds that guard the cloudy gate -
Wrestled with the will that stands against my fate -
But it's all a wall of mirrors that's placed before my soul -
The shade of a thought that's forgotten in Labyrinth Row -
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Love, brood, hate -
Anger and trust with haste -
I feel the blood is boiling, but the soul is cool and calm -
Spinning into shock, twisting like the Cat-bird's song -
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One minute you're the lover of all you thought you loved -
The next you're just the keeper of Reality's cremation dust -
But all has ben forgiven, and all has been discussed -
But you still brood in silence over the color of distrust -
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Out of the flames and onto thin ice -
My body is shaking from this device -
Through the cracks I am sure to fall -
For Destiny's voice is sure to call -
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Out of the flames and onto thin ice -
My world is fractured by this device -
Through the cracks I am sure to fall -
A mad obsession is slow to crawl
Slow Train
By Robert Stone AKA Robert Ajrian
© Bewilderness Records COPYRIGHT 1992,2001
In your hour of madness -
You nearly destroyed yourself -
Now everybody that knows you -
Has a different story to tell -
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Locked into tomorrow -
With the reservations made -
Confused at the ticket booth -
When you find that all of your expenses were paid -
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On a slow tain to nowhere -
Transoms turn from rosy to blue -
On a slow train to nowhere -
The world forgets to board with you -
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In your happy blackout -
It nearly made sense to you -
Fading into the background -
The landscapes of ballyhoo -
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You sat back sighing -
At the child within yourself -
A picture-perfect daymare -
Had crept out of the muscadel -
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On a slow tain to nowhere -
Transoms turn from rosy to blue -
On a slow train to nowhere -
The world forgets to board with you -
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Your arms have crossed to hold you -
As you're haunted by the fog -
This gloaming has been disinterred -
From the trilling of the swan -
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On a slow tain to nowhere -
Transoms turn from rosy to blue -
On a slow train to nowhere -
The world forgets to board with you
Crowds
By Robert Stone AKA Robert Ajrian
© Bewilderness Records COPYRIGHT 1994,2001
I saw you kneeling before that altar -
Tantalized introversion -
Such a bittersweet love, my love -
Oh, was it so disarming to know this power to sin? -
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Where were all those voices? -
I heard them speaking with you -
Only whispers, chanting echoes -
Invisible crowds stalking these halls -
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What brought you to this dusty chamber? -
An unearthly light fell across your face -
You seemed asleep with eyes wide open -
Brandished Idle's smirk with Tear's delirium grace -
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Where were all those voices? -
I heard them pleading with you -
Only whispers, chanting echoes -
Invisible crowds glancing these tombs -
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Where were all those voices? -
I heard them speaking with you -
Only whispers, chanting echoes -
Invisible crowds stalking these halls
Upon the Shore
By Robert Stone AKA Robert Ajrian
© Bewilderness Records COPYRIGHT 1992,2001
That throne undersea -
Where sits your splendor -
I'm a sea-creature -
Locked in a sentence -
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Call me a disaster -
You'll have no master -
Puts me to wonder -
My will grows in the seaweed -
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Upon the shore -
I'm washed, and clean -
Blue, and green -
Upon the shore of Blustery -
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If not for Luthien -
Why would I bother to speak? -
Litle Joe threw a stone into the waves -
And made a wish for thee -
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I will meet you upon the stair -
We will move silently -
Across the sand into the water -
From upon the shore that washes clean -
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Upon the shore -
I'm washed, and clean -
Blue, and green -
Upon the shore of Blustery
Nameless Faces
By Robert Stone AKA Robert Ajrian
© Bewilderness Records COPYRIGHT 1989,2001
Nameless faces will have to cross paths sometime -
There's no avoiding -
Will have to cry sometime -
There's no avoiding -
Will have to hold on to what we have -
Until it's not ours anymore -
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Resolving to a clearer picture -
We see ourselves amongst ourselves -
And we'll be two fragments of it all -
We'll need to hold on to it all -
Or have nothing -
Will have to mend a torn soul -
Or have nothing -
We'll have to know just what we are -
Or be nothing at all -
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Concluding our innocence -
We'll sacrifice virginal ignorance -
Will become vulnerable -
Expose our pain -
Become tolerable -
Composed in vain -
But after it's gone -
Little will change -
After it's gone -
The nameless face remains
The Girl from Avenue M
By Robert Stone AKA Robert Ajrian
© Bewilderness Records COPYRIGHT 1993,2001
The girl from Avenue M -
Makes sure to meet your end -
She smiles and signs in poisonous pen -
And masks the jab that she intends -
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Although it's not a speakable art -
Her tongue's the brush to paint your heart -
How a sinister mind possessed the girl -
A voice in shades of red and pearl -
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How does divine dissolve -
Into the briny sprawl? -
How many times will her web entangle me? -
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The girl from Avenue M -
Is just a temporary friend -
Of all the ploys, the femme -
And the needle fogs the lens -
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Although it's not a rational mind -
The girl's ambitions were never blind -
Where the innocent stood, the guilty now stands -
Only difference being the red on her hands -
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The girl from Avenue M -
Never buckles, and never bends -
While sheets of rain descend -
Making beds of bitter ends -
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Although it's not a logical move -
Her wounded pride was hard to soothe -
When the creature escaped from the cage of her frame-
The only thing left was the shape of her name -
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How does divine dissolve -
Into the briny sprawl? -
How many times will her web entangle me?
No More Reasoning
By Robert Stone AKA Robert Ajrian
© Bewilderness Records COPYRIGHT 1986,2001
The more I know, the less I'm reasonable -
The less I do, the more it's out of control -
I can't reckon with these factors anymore -
What is it with people always looking for more? -
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No more reasoning -
No more reason -
For any more running around -
For any more leaving -
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What will be will start from now -
What you see, apart from now -
The less I want the more it's within my reach -
The more I have, the less it matters to me -
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No more reasoning -
No more reason -
I'm telling you it doesn't matter to me -
Unreasonably -
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All show, no go -
Hold tight, stay low -
All night, not long -
Hold tight, hold on -
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The more I know the less I'm reasonable -
The less I do the more it's out of control -
I can't reckon with these factors anymore -
What is it with people always looking for more? -
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All show, no go -
Hold tight, stay low -
All night, not long -
Hold tight, hold on -
Watch out, watch now -
See through deep end -
More now, less then -
No more reason -
No more again -
No more reason -
Never again -
No more reason -
Never again -
No more reason
Living Your Limbo
By Robert Stone AKA Robert Ajrian
© Bewilderness Records COPYRIGHT 2001
I found you stealing away with bated breath –
And none too soon, a swimming heart, a soul’s caress –
Maybe more than I’m after –
But less than I thought, with twice the duress –
This pale of laughter, spills like the rain with like-wise effects –
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I’ve learned to live in your limbo –
My will’s resigned to keeping me there –
Fisticuffs with your swindle –
Somehow designed to keep me in there –
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I found you lifting up high up off the ground –
And none too soon, a swimming thought’s, a soul’s resound –
Maybe further from earth now –
But less than desired, and nearly half-drowned –
Some nail in the rafters -
Ringing the death of heaven-bent sounds –
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I’ve learned to live in your limbo –
My will’s resigned to keeping me there –
Fisticuffs with your swindle –
Somehow designed to keep me in there
Empty Spaces
By Robert Stone AKA Robert Ajrian
© Bewilderness Records COPYRIGHT 1988,2001
She cries before the still and quiet body –
She cries before the cold and lifeless grave –
She used to believe that time would heal all wounds –
But time’s certainly taking itself today –
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Empty spaces within our hearts –
Tears us apart –
Forget you had loved once –
The meaning of pain –
Will never be the same again –
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For who can fill the spaces –
We allow to surge within our soul? –
But then again the real disgrace is –
That we’ll never know –
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If you took the time to remember –
There’d never be enough time to forget –
For the sleeve that wears the heart –
Has rolled up into regret –
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Oh no, it’s calling again –
The tenacious past that tucks you in –
Oh no, its hollow concern –
To retain the warmth for which you yearn –
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He’s silent before the crying body –
He’s silent before the cold, blank stare –
He used to believe that passions ran deep –
But passions inevitably brought themselves to bear –
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Empty spaces within our hearts –
Tears us apart –
Forget that you loved her –
Love is just a style –
Try it on for awhile, then change –
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For who can fill the spaces –
We allow to grow within our hearts? –
For after all we’ll leave the trace of –
The semblance of a portentous dark –
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If you took the time to remember –
There’d never be enough time to forget –
For the sleeve that wears the heart –
Has rolled up into regret –
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Oh no, it’s calling again –
The tenacious past that tucks you in –
Oh no, its hollow concern –
To retain the warmth for which you yearn
Lights
By Robert Stone AKA Robert Ajrian
© Bewilderness Records COPYRIGHT 1998,2001
I can't change the lights for you -
But even if I could -
Something inside of me -
Wonders if I should -
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Seven years gone by -
And you're still in this place -
Too afraid to move -
From the spot that bled your brace -
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Dp you ever really seem to be portrayed? -
Do you ever really seem to be displayed? -
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Soft landings in the field -
Only ring patterns remain -
You drift in your sleep -
And walk without a brain -
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Can you read the words you never understood?
Purple letters on silver, balsa wood -
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Do you really ever seem to be refrained? -
Do you ever really seem to be contained? -
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No, I can't change the lights for you -
But even if I did -
Would the time you lost -
Welcome you, or forbid? -
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Seven years gone by -
And you still look above -
Preparing to meet the flight -
Of the false, metallic dove -
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Do you ever really seem to be displaced? -
Did you ever really seem to be replaced?
The Skin of the Teeth
By Robert Stone AKA Robert Ajrian
© Bewilderness Records COPYRIGHT 1991,2001
A little girl lost in the breach -
A bitter thought we've tainted sweet -
I feel the laughter fade and dissolve -
Help me catch the night when it falls -
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I am bound by this content -
The visions doubted heaven-sent -
I'm left with only a piece of mind -
The other pieces left behind -
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Will we die by love's disease? -
Doing our best to not displease? -
A darkling thought crept from the brain -
To a little girl lost in the rain -
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It's a match made in deliriun -
As welcome as her tearing gems -
Sapphires cried om porcelain -
Amd moved the heart of a manequin -
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Descending upon this shameless deed -
The stunning gape we do bequeath -
A wiry frame sews a torment seed -
The narrow escape by the skin of the teeth
Clara
By Robert Stone AKA Robert Ajrian
© Bewilderness Records COPYRIGHT 1988,2001
Clara takes her time because she's never in a hurry -
What she leaves behind is not enough to lure me -
Wasted moments all alone, and so there're moments scattered -
Turning with sobreity, as if it really mattered -
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And you can't tell which way the earth is turning -
When your feet are on the ground -
And you cannot touch the Eden of two dimensions -
When your thoughts can't surface, no purpose, watch them drown -
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Clara models life to a picture-show -
Oh Clara - life's so hard, I know -
Clara leaves her life where her clothes are strewn -
Oh Clara, life'll be over soon -
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But in the morning Clara mumbles soft monotone -
To a ceiling mirror that reflects her obedient clone -
Watching, as she's waiting, but now both are silenced -
While visions in her head surge in turbulent defiance -
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And you can't feel empyrean jostle your mind
When your sky turns overcast -
And the storm that's looming will bring rains of longing -
Too thick for breathing, spilled like the evening-
Resigning to the dampened past-
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Clara sits oblivious -
In bliss is found her ignorance -
When too much to do is nothing really relevant -
What's the world in your hands when you can have it on a plate? -
The world may not look that good, but it looks better than it tastes -
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And you can't see your hands in front of your face -
If you're not looking there -
And it takes what you have to know what you've got -
But what you get will never seem alot -
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Clara models life to a picture-show -
Oh Clara, life's too hard, I know -
Clara leaves her life where her clothes are strewn -
Oh Clara. life'll be over soon -
-
Clara sits beside herself when time has left her standing -
Not just curiosity, but the lack of its demanding -
To this she owes the moment which she squanders in frustration -
Fascinated by the guise that hints of stagnant aspirations -
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And if there's a point to self-destruction -
She'll be flirting with the means -
With her thoughts drifting so close to earth -
She freefalls just short of her dreams -
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Clara models life to a picture-show -
Oh Clara, life's too hard, I know -
Clara leaves her life where her clothes are strewn -
Oh Clara, life'll be over soon
Modern Architecture
By Robert Stone AKA Robert Ajrian
© Bewilderness Records COPYRIGHT 1990,2001
The Architects of Motion -
Sat motionless and whispering -
Of nimbus that they lost -
Whilst sitting in the dark rooms -
Shouting down the rain barrel -
And disrobing of their costumes -
While silence was a virtue -
Beyond the doubt of a shadow -
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Their compromise was painful -
And their thoughts sought dormer-windows -
Through which they baited childhoods -
Where nothing always happened -
Until the soul turned baneful -
And abandonment of pretense -
Whereupon for darker lustful -
And so swiftly tilt the balance -
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To a point where things looked pointless -
The Architects bred malcontents -
On the other side of nowhere -
Loomed the ever present mind-abyss -
The cornerstones found crumbling -
No more shamming words of anodynes -
The new, brave world would know nothing -
beyond the love of loveless designs
God Sent Flowers
By Robert Stone AKA Robert Ajrian
© Bewilderness Records COPYRIGHT 1989,2001
And God sent flowers -
From ashes to dust -
And God sent flowers -
To the human dusk -
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And God sent flowers -
And God sent lime -
God sent flowers -
And buried alive -
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And God sent flowers -
To a standing stone -
And God sent flowers -
To powder the bone -
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And God sent flowers -
To solace our fears -
And God sent flowers -
But sent no tears
Unchained
By Robert Stone AKA Robert Ajrian
© Bewilderness Records COPYRIGHT 2001
Unchained
Banner day –
She skipped across the brickyard in the rain –
Heart unchained –
The wild look in her eyes –
But not untamed –
To repay –
A visit to the places she retained –
Still unnamed –
But none again to haunt her in that way –
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It’s her reward –
To laugh again within her –
Unashamed –
Once more restored –
To laugh again without him –
Unchained –
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Banner day –
She ripped apart the letters in the rain –
Heart unchained –
A wild look in her eyes –
Spilt hazel grey –
To replay –
The people in her mind who’d remained –
Now unnamed –
But none again to haunt her in that way –
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It’s her reward –
To laugh again within her –
Unashamed –
Once more restored –
To laugh again without him –
...Unchained
In a Million Years
By Robert Stone AKA Robert Ajrian
© Bewilderness Records COPYRIGHT 1986,2001
Today I lived a million years –
And in those years I’ve seen the tears of yesterday –
In disarray –
But tomorrow I’ll live a million more –
And so I’ll know of what’s in store –
Forever – forever, and ever –
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Like a dream, or a nightmare –
I’m in touch with the dreamer’s lair –
And I can’t help, but stare in awe –
Of what I’ve seen, or what I saw –
It’s so amusing, but so confusing –
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In a million years I could handle all this pain –
In a million years I won’t wonder what’s insane –
In a million years I’ll be healed from all those lies –
In a million years, I won’t be the one who cries –
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Lying on some mystic landscape –
I stare at the stars, which are my escape –
I relax, and count the constellations –
For I have time in my duration –
It goes on, and on – forever onward –
-
But then I realize something –
Being very silent, the sound of nothing –
Of nothingness –
Oh yes, there’s nothing that I miss –
It seems too cruel to be true –
It eats away inside of you –
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In a million years I could handle all this pain –
In a million years I won’t wonder what’s insane –
In a million years I’ll be healed from all those lies –
In a million years, I won’t be the one who cries –
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Today I lived a million years –
And in those years I’ve seen the tears –
Of yesteryear
Slowly reappear –
But tomorrow I’ll live a million more –
And question what those tears were for –
In memory, and in mind
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In a million years I could handle all this pain –
In a million years I won’t wonder what’s insane –
In a million years I’ll be healed from all those burning lies –
In a million years, I won’t be the one who cries
The Soul's Machine
By Robert Stone AKA Robert Ajrian
© Bewilderness Records COPYRIGHT 1991,2001
My trembling hand is yours to take -
We've tried so hard to keep awake -
But now we put our heads to rest -
Don't leave me here, fight this duress -
Oh,lovely girl, Oh,ugly fate -
Both of you I'm forced to take -
A committal pill, a languid taste -
Seize the moment, seasoned haste -
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A soul's machine, its wreckage grave -
The blood and bones were hard to save -
Oh, soul's machine, we'll resurrect -
If we can find where we connect -
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My trembling heart is yours to break -
We've tried so hard, our minds are blank -
But now a form is taking shape -
Don't leave me here, or I'll be late -
Oh, lovely girl, Oh, ugly fate -
Both of you I'm forced to take -
A committal pill, a languid taste -
Seize the moment, seasoned haste -
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A soul's machine, its wreckage grave -
The blood and bones were hard to save -
Oh soul's machine, we'll resurrect -
If we can find where we connect
The Water Tower
By Robert Stone AKA Robert Ajrian
© Bewilderness Records COPYRIGHT 1997,2001
Thoroughfare nightfalls among my deeper dreams –
Sold on the last thrall of morbid candidacy –
All that has pretended to patchwork is mumbling in the dusk –
The will to be established is feathered in its rush –
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Water towers climb the hill, and grab the stitch of grey –
Palatable in blinder’s guides, they’re dizzy, and astray –
Smoldering in this landscraper’s quote, I’m sifted through the beams –
Listlessly retold, as yet it’s sold; the last thrall of ravines –
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Ineffectual though it seems so now, my hope is that it pours –
Effortless cascades of lurid foils that engulf me to explore –
Managing to berate the path that led me to this spot –
The tower teeters back, and forth, and threatens me a blot –
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A ravaged lackluster spoils, the earth begins to mix –
With patchworks mumbling in the dusk, collapsing from the berth –
The mud I stand in, the product demanded solidifies and cracks –
The parching of the spigot’s soul, just crumbles in my hands
Taking a Ride
By Robert Stone AKA Robert Ajrian
© Bewilderness Records COPYRIGHT 2002
I was stranded there -
South of Rhyolite -
There hadn't been another car in sight -
As the day grew long -
The sun had beat me down -
That desert might just steal my breath for spite -
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I know the mind plays tricks -
Mine was a child again -
Splashing in waters of a road mirage -
Dancing with tumbleweeds -
Like vistas under glass -
Her car approached me like the star-grown night -
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Was it just a whim -
Of my delirium? -
The car appeared to be shapeshifting -
Moving without a sound -
Her smile too dark for keen -
Then I knew just where this car was bound -
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But in this desert heat -
I could not compete -
She'd be taking me for a ride -
In an open car -
With the only one -
Who would drive this desert road at night -
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I found me standing there -
Ready to think again-
Yet the dusk brought me no relief -
She lured invitingly -
Her patience wore me thin -
My will surrendered to the seat within...
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In this desert heat -
I could not compete -
She'd be taking me for a ride -
In an open car -
With the only one -
Who would drive this desert road at night -
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