freestyle of the one an only

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I can't get you outta my head

whats your favorite color

time less

A jazz ballad I wrote in January 2009 as recorded in June 2009 featuring Arvon Brunt on vocals.

Personnel credits: Linda Lockwood (guitar), Arvon Brunt (vocals), Ken Lister (bass), Buff Allen (drums) 

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“Take the Sun”

Gazing out the window
Staring at the world
Through the fog I see some lights
Is this a sign of hope?
I would have thought by now
I’d be somewhere else
I guess that dreams don’t turn to gold right away

Peering through the tree tops
Towering the homes
Sunlight pierces through the grey
The clouds break into blue skies
Dreaming of the future
Hoping to have you near
For now I’ll take the sun

I cannot wait for you anymore
Even when surrounded by the trees
Scorched and blinded by the sun
But it’s all I have left to remember you by

Gaping at the mountains
Fearing the unknown
Over hills I see a town
Is this my final home?
Dreaming of the future
Hoping to have you near
For now I’ll take the sun


“Take the Sun” Copyright © 2009 Linda Lockwood o/a Mad Metal Mage. All Rights Reserved.

Take the Sun

This is a minimalist piece I wrote called “Nowhere.”  I wrote the piano part years ago, but I expanded it and wrote the other parts.  This recording features Arvon as the alto voice.

Alto voices - Arvon
Soprano voices - Mage
Guitar - Mage

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Nowhere

Where?  Where may I go today?
Where may I run far/away?
Where may I go?
Do you know?

“Nowhere” Copyright © 2006 Linda Lockwood o/a Mad Metal Mage. All Rights Reserved.  Rerecorded in April 2008.

Nowhere

Presence of our souls
Uniting our existence
Striving for control
Yet losing all our senses

Mob of society
Fighting for sovereignty
Reaching for utopia
And remaining in the gutter

Specks of dust they are
Those who seek fulfillment
As detached as I may seem
A grain I am among them 

Chaotic domination
A test of brutal strength
Lift my head to save my face

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I carve my very path
with my talons in a wrath
in a world that doesn't give
is a soul that doesn't live

upon uprooted soil
the fools trouble and toil
for greed that fails to quench
as they die in their own trench

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Absence of our minds
During these trying times
When no one qualifies to lead
We follow all the nonsense

Blinded by false prophets
In various sickly forms
Religion, media, and congress
Brainwash the credulous

Shards of glass smash the ground
From the damage we inflict
Upon our foolish starving selves
Upon the world in which we live

Depletion of the wealth
Leads to sacrifice of life
Do not mistaken greed for need

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Presence of my soul
Uniting my existence
Striving for control
And coming to my senses

Victims of our demise
A fatal end to all that bleeds
Release from misery
And freedom of our tensions

Shades of red cast the sky
Scarlet morphing into crimson
I absorb the tainted light
While I run for my dear life

Armageddon sweeps the race
Damaging our only place
We cannot thrive in self-defeat


 

Copyright © 2011 Zeal. All Rights Reserved.

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