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Introduction
02:23
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We’ve prepared for you a show
That will change your life
-Welcome back.
-I haven’t heard from you in a while.
-Did you know about the human psyche?
-It really is a wonderful thing.
-This is the story of a man who decided to venture in his own.
-Enjoy~
We’ve prepared for you a show
That will change your life
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Home?
03:07
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Life is long here in North Cranston
Not unlike any small town
Just the same thing on repeat
Like a xerox all year round
Home is where I long to be
Home is where I belong
Home is just right for me
If I had time to give, I’d have a thousand years to live
It’s pretty weather for October
Not a cloud up in the sky
It’s the kind of thing that makes me wonder
Why don’t I go outside
Home is where I long to be
Home is where I belong
Home is just right for me
If I had time to give, I’d have a thousand years to live
-He packed up his bags and left the house
-unaware that it would be the last time he
-ever laid eyes on his normal routine.
-Walking down the path he spotted something reflective
-That caught his attention.
Home is where I long to be
Home is where I belong
Home is just right for me
If I had time to give, I’d have a thousand years to live
(Repeat till time stops)
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Lead Me Astray
05:22
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On the ground in front of me
lay something odd and strange to see
It’s not anything from this earth
I’ll pick it up and see its worth
(In his hands held a point of view
similar sights, location too
He knew not its origin or destiny)
This thing I’m holding- its real, it’s me
From ahead a cloud rolled in
blocked out the sun and picked up wind
Thick like a slime and gaining speed
The crawling death lurched right at me
(He lifted from his feet and flew
at least the distance from me to you
into a void of darkness where
he lost all sight but was still aware~)
-He was instantaneously spat from the viscosity into
-what appeared to be a picturesque grove of cherry
-blossoms, the front of which sloped into a valley with
-a mountain just as high as he after it. Behind him, a
-log cabin with an open door displaying a sign that read
-“Altered”. He stood and walked the already beaten
-path to the cabin, whereupon inside on the carpet lie
-a scrap of paper labeled “Check in” with his name
-erratically written and crossed out. Instinctively, he
-grabbed the quill, crossed out the name above it and
-wrote his own. After signing the paper he ambled
-over to the window overlooking the grove and valley
-below. His mind rushed with a sense of amazement
-and bewilderment. He stood entranced when out of the
-corner of his eye, the far mountain range slowly began
-to fade in a wave of dark red as the door to the
-wilderness slammed shut. Turning his head sharply,
-he ran over to the door to try to leave, only to find it locked
-from the other side. Trying to pry open the window,
-electricity was abruptly cut and everything outside
-began to dim. The darkness from which he came
-had begun to seep through the cracks of the house
-and into the air. Incessant whispering picked up in
-the far edges of his hearing and he sat down, as
-he entered yet again, Infinite Thought.
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Ethereal Creator
02:01
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What’s happened? Where am I?
-You have nothing to worry about, my child.
-You are undone. As frightening as it seems,
-nothing can harm you.
Who are you?
-I am all that is. You are but a conception of the
-continuity I have composed.
Creator, I’m not altered, am I?
-I am afraid you were. You don’t remember it
-partaking because you refuse to accept that the
-incident ever happened.
This can’t be right, there’s nothing wrong with me!
-Imperfections take on many embodiments. Look
-inside yourself for the explanations you pursue.
I long for my familiar streets, sights, sounds, creator,
I don’t like it here!
-Every choice you have ever made in your life has lead
-to me speaking those very words. You’re here for a
-reason, and there's nothing I can do to assist you here.
I don’t know what you want me to do, who are you really?
-The idea of me resides in all who I have created.
-I am but a manifestation of what you believe in.
Creator, please! I’m begging you!
-There is one thing you can do.
Please tell me!
-In order to find inner reconciliation, you must take a
-Hiatus From Yourself.
But-
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Reconcile
03:37
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Floating within my own mind
Lost within a sea of time
To think-
Seeing everything and nothing
I drift slowly towards something
I ask:
When I’m done and I am through
What will all the others do about me?
When will people forget of me?
Drying up in all their memory for real?
Could I still remember old you?
Forget life and start all anew out here?
Think of all the times we have had
Can you remove all of the bad for me?
-He was now fully engrossed in his thought. Everything
-about himself felt distorted. Disfigured. Altered. The man
-that once walked down the streets of North Cranston for
-so long was barely recognizable now. There was no choice
-left for him but to be consumed by the warm embrace of his
-spirit. And as leaves change in the autumn, he crossed over
-into a Hiatus.
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Hiatus
05:56
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I need to take a break from life and think about what I have done
I need to step away from choices in which I have chosen wrong
An inner thought surrounds me and I’m falling in a sea of green
This is not how I want to live this is not how I want to be
I need to take a hiatus from myself I don’t know for how long
I need to take a hiatus from myself I need you to be strong
As to protect me from the world and shelter me from all the hell
A break from life, a break from choice and most of all break from self
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Empty
04:31
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Home. (Reprise)
02:11
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What have I become I’m nothing like who I once was
A shadow of some happy former me
Someday I will realize the weight of what I’ve done
But no one on the outside will have seen
To this day I still wonder what would have happened then
If I didn’t reach down and grab that thing
I tripped some kind of ancient trap and fell head first right in
Into a place within myself unknown
If any of you hear this please don’t make the same mistakes
I don’t wish this on any one of you
To analyze yourself under such a great microscope
Can eat away what’s good and leave nothing
Home is where I long to be
Home is where I belong
Home is just right for me
If I could try again
I’d take away the pain
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But I have endless lives to live.
Showtime.
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Cameron Jirowetz East Haddam, Connecticut
Hey there,
I make music. I try to make my stuff unique. I am influenced by pop, art rock, soul, and psychedelic bands of the 60s and 70s; if you’re into stuff like that, chances are my tunes might be up your alley. If not, that’s okay.
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