Baptised In Tears

Melody

Solitary Star

Despair

Another Place

Will I Know I'm Alive?

Journey On

Someone

Exile

Wax and Wane

Into the Blue

Pact

Wild Hearts

Born to Be Free

The Night Follows Day

Raven At Your Shoulder

Escape the Hurt

Love Song

Why I Love You

You Sleep, I Dream

Your Darkest Night

Captured Stars

Lipstick

Don't Talk About the Past

[Verse 1]
Butterflies above her bed
The red wine softening up her head
Her wrist entwined around the cool bedstead

[Verse 2]
His kisses trail the flow of her skin
His tongue snaking slowly to where oasis begins,
parched from the heat of her quickening heartbeat

[Verse 3]
He drinks in soft shadows where her resolve is silk thin
Soon muscles make music in waves
She earnestly begs him to make her his slave
Her thoughts tumble, losing minutes then days
In a patternless jumble, an esoteric malaise

[Verse 4]
The butterflies raise her with fluttering wings
Her senses flayed
Her body rings
Like a bell struck out
Her heart, it sings
Then, exhausted, she dreams
Sweet imaginings

[instrumental]

Sweet imaginings

“Butterflies Above Her Bed” – Lyrics © 2025 G. C. Pate. Music and Sound Recording © 2025 Fox Hazzard. All rights reserved.

Butterflies Above Her Bed

[Verse 1]
You'll never know what might have been
You never shared my love-lorn dream
You fell to fear and jealousy
Love's enemies
Told you to flee

[Chorus]
You'll never know my touch again
I'm lost in snow, how it began
You'll never feel what is in my heart
Without you bound to dearly depart

[Verse 2]
I ask you why and you look to the sky
No answers there, for love's not fair

[Instrumental]

[Verse 3]
You will never know what might have been
You never shared my love-lorn dream
You fell to fear and jealousy
Love's enemies
Told you to flee

[Chorus]
You'll never feel what is in my heart
Without you bound to dearly depart

[Outro]
I ask you why and you look to the sky
No answers there, for love's not fair

“Never Know” – Lyrics © 2025 G. C. Pate. Music and Sound Recording © 2025 Fox Hazzard. All rights reserved.

Never Know

Waking dream,
lush, it seems,
ceilings fade
to trailing moonbeams.

The solid matter
of the waking world,
broken like a sculpture hurled,
scatters away
jagged shards of the day,
no longer anchored,
my soul floats away.

Not fully asleep,
in this waking dream,
I am feeling many things that mean
there’s more to me
than I can see.

Waking dream,
break down the walls,
the dull concrete,
the shadowed halls,
let me see beyond,
as if they’re not there,
set me free
from this despair.

Waking dream,
make me more than I seem,
unburden the weight
of awful things that I’ve seen.

Lighten my heart,
like a leaf on water,
let it cling to the surface,
let the ripples take it farther.

Waking dream,
free me, oh please,
from these twisted sheets,
from suffocating reams.
Let the childish thoughts
I had at ten
return to me,
as if I’ve stepped back then,
when desire within me
was strong and true,
empowering me
to deflect what life threw.

Unlike now,
where I’m pitted with scars,
and I lock myself inside,
behind bars,
doubting my worth,
or worse,
my own heart.

“Waking Dream” – Lyrics © 2025 G. C. Pate. Music and Sound Recording © 2025 Fox Hazzard. All rights reserved.

Waking Dream

Ranting at a friend’s house
we used to go together.
Empty bottles and conversation
mark the circles of my frustration.
Weary eyes and lack of sleep,
trying to lose memories I used to keep.
Feeling love in a darker color,
everything stained in shades of dishonor.
Who really knows why you left in that way?
I could theorize and wonder my life away,
still no nearer the truth would I be,
for truth was a stolen commodity.
You said many things
which changed like the days
of the week or the weather,
producing a haze.
Were you rain or the sun,
or like a rainbow, become one?
Were you sadness or fun,
or simply someone
so confused that you used
like a child with a gun?
You robbed me of will,
grew love in its place—
the heartbreaking kind
I now need to erase.
There’s hurdles ahead;
I’ll knock them all down.
They cover your tracks,
but soon they’ll be strewn
like remnants of love
now frittered away,
falling through cracks
in each lonely day.
Cracks that you made
when you ran from a ghost
that came to a party
of which I was host.
This ghost, it was yours—
an untangled love
that tripped up my feet,
but yours was the shove.
You just kept on running
right back to those arms—
the ones that you left
when they did you harm.
Well, now that you’re gone,
I’m like clothes that you wore—
discarded, unwanted,
and thrown to the floor.
Crumpled and heaped,
a disheveled mess—
shapeless and creased
for failing some test.
I’m empty; you took me.
The promise I made
that I’d love you forever
is a titan you’ve slayed.
I can’t live without you
or breathe through the sword
you plunged in my heart,
made a wound through which pours
the lifeblood, the essence
of what we once were—
the tiger of passion,
now a shivering cur.
I miss you, I miss you—
there’s not enough times
I can say it or feel it.
It’s like I’m sentenced for crimes.
Yet these innocent hands
once weaved through the strands
of your sweet-smelling hair,
which fell like the sands
of time, which escapes me—
soon gone for good.
I must try to forget you,
all the places you stood.

"Getting Over You" – Lyrics © 2025 G. C. Pate. Music and Sound Recording © 2025 Fox Hazzard. All rights reserved.

Getting Over You

Hard to remember how it was before
Your shape had carved its silhouette at my door
Your beautiful form, like no other I'd seen
As if in my heart, no other longing had been
As if all other wants had been practice for this
You in my doorway, needing my kiss

Taking it slow
Like you needed to breathe
Like you'd waited there always
To feel its release

It's hard to remember my life without you
For looking back, my life's puzzle seems filled with such clues
That a pathway predetermined would lead me to you

Hard to remember how it was before
Your shape had carved its silhouette at my door
Your beautiful form, like no other I'd seen
As if in my heart, no other longing had been
As if all other wants had been practice for this
You in my doorway, needing my kiss

And taking it slow
Like you needed to breathe
Like you'd waited there always
To feel its release

Yes, it's hard to remember my life without you
For looking back, my life's puzzle seems filled with such clues
That a pathway predetermined would lead me to you

"Hard to Remember" – Lyrics © 2025 G. C. Pate. Music and Sound Recording © 2025 Fox Hazzard. All rights reserved.

Hard to Remember

(First Verse)

The gentle whisper of her stockings against thighs,
a secret sound, as night draws near.
Then, a moan, so soft, laid bare,
a tender breath, caught in the air.

The moon above, its silver light,
reflects its glow in strands of hair,
electricity stolen, feeding passion bright—
even heaven’s sweet angel feels desire in the night.

My own, she speaks in gentle moans,
a subtle ballad of wanton grace.
Shadows play on skin and bones,
the moonlight dances on her face.

We find our quiet, sacred space;
the world’s cascades of time stand still.
I absorb nature’s vision, the fleeting traces
of her beauty midst shadows—my longing, it echoes.

The gentle rustles, the whispered sighs,
desire no longer tamed nor denied,
sparkles in the moon's admiring eye.
Two lovers let go—and all the world, it feels right.

(Repeat)

The gentle whisper of her stockings against thighs,
a secret sound, as night draws near.
Then, a moan, so soft, laid bare,
a tender breath, caught in the air.

The moon above, its silver light,
reflects its glow in strands of hair,
electricity stolen, feeding passion bright—
even heaven’s sweet angel feels desire in the night.

My own, she speaks in gentle moans,
a subtle ballad of wanton grace.
Shadows play on skin and bones,
the moonlight dances on her face.

We find our quiet, sacred space;
the world’s cascades of time stand still.
I absorb nature’s vision, the fleeting traces
of her beauty midst shadows—my longing, it echoes.

The gentle rustles, the whispered sighs,
desire no longer tamed nor denied,
sparkles in the moon's admiring eye.
Two lovers let go—and all the world, it feels right.

"The Gentle Whisper" – Lyrics © 2025 G. C. Pate. Music and Sound Recording © 2025 Fox Hazzard. All rights reserved.

The Gentle Whisper

Three minutes to crying,
your heart feels like dying,
but holds on to those moments
of contented, soft sighing.

As if you can keep them, 
in your moments of pain,
as if you can freeze them in time,
to cherish again.

But your tears will soon  flood,
wash away in salt fury these sculptures of ice,
their edges now blurry.

Your words, too, they melt,
and rush like the wind,
and rattle the frames in your mind,
and then send,
sharp splinters of ruin,
to scatter and stab,
and puncture,
and rip,
the hope that you had.
 Two minutes to crying,
and your lover is lying,
across from the table
accusations are flying.

And the candle, it flutters,
in the breeze of the words  which will haunt the next years of your life,
lived midst fears,
that here was a chance to stop it all breaking,
but the moment was lost,
and became beyond saving.

One minute to crying,
words end,
there is silence.
Your world, that was spinning,
is gently unwinding.

Then comes to a stop,
and your misery’s blinding.

And all the words that were spoken
still hang in the air, you can scratch them, and claw them but those words are still there.

And under the crush of their weight, your despair, you get up and leave,
send up your last flare,
to make a point that will haunt a lover once fair,
become a shadow,
a ghoul, a villain,
a fool.

"Three Minutes to Crying" – Lyrics © 2025 G. C. Pate. Music and Sound Recording © 2025 Fox Hazzard. All rights reserved.

Three Minutes to Crying

Said the clock to the man,
“Why do you wait?
For in the arms of another,
she is bound.”

His answer replies,
as bold as the sky,
“For I love her;
I must follow my fate.”

The clock then falls silent
for a minute or two,
measuring time,
as its want was to do.

Then finally says,
in an ominous tone,
“I wish you the fortune
your heart holds so dear.
There is danger in waiting,
in wanting her near.

For faces will age,
yours though, not mine.
Love may be eternal,
but I measure your time.

It ends, as does all.
I hear not your call,
for I am the watcher
upon every wall.

This love that you feel—
I envy at best.
I hope you succeed
before my hands rest.”

"The Question of Time" – Lyrics © 2025 G. C. Pate. Music and Sound Recording © 2025 Fox Hazzard. All rights reserved.

The Question of Time

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