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JimmyBreeze (1) (2024 Remastered)

Same Horizon

From our 2025 EP Release Party at Bad Bar in Seattle.

LYRICS

Throw the sacred powder to the flame, it said
The snake, vile, embodied dread
The crackle turns, my vision blurs
My head recoils, uncoils the winding of 
mortal dread

And I hear the world scream
The loneliness the pain
Rips at all seams
The void of meaning
Consumes all it sees

So I journeyed out into the world
Shunned alone, Heretic
Vagabond from the flame

And I see the sights, the sounds, the pain
Truth from the flame
No meaning in sight

So tell me what kind of God would allow this?
And tell me what kind fate would breed such ends?
Now tell me what damn God would allow this?
And tell me what kind fate would breed such ends?

The miles stretch on from home
My weary feet, they're ground to the bone
Weary eyes, tired of unfamiliar skies
Tired of all the pain and misfortune they spy

So many broken souls around
So much loneliness abound
The weariness could drown
So what's the point, what's the point, what's the point, WHATS THE POINT?!

And this whole damn world is broken
For all of us
And whole damn world is filled
with sorrows for everyone
Everywhere
From Everything
For all of us

There's no escaping

Yet this whole damn world was made
By us...

This whole damn world
Should burn.

This whole damn world
Is beyond repair

This whole damn world
should burn

This whole damn world
belongs in the fire

Where it will burn
Where it will burn
Where it will burn
Where it will burn
Where it will burn
Where it will Burn!
Burn!
Burn!
Burn!

But when the rain hits this face
The loneliness, the sad taste
Washes all away

The poison of the flame
Leaves these veins

The sights and sounds of those around
The beauty and the light in this darkened
World, I've found

Keeps this soul around
Keeps these feet pounding ground...

I don't deserve this life
I don't deserve this life
I don't deserve this life
I don't deserve this life

I don't deserve this life
I don't deserve this life
I don't deserve this life
I don't deserve...

06- Flame Vagabond [Live @ Bad Bar]

47 BPM, 5/4 – the heartbeat of a sleeping continent.
A 70-year-old cracked-walnut voice speaks from the inside of the mountain he became.
Baritone acoustic in Gm, detuned 12-string, jaw harp drone, mournful fiddle, weathered accordion, subsonic 17 Hz pulse you feel in your ribs.
One low bowed note only when the word “granite” is spoken.
They built their town on his jaw.
They never noticed he’s still breathing.

Apt. A (2)

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