Sara's deepest fears came true. Now it's time to face the devastating consequences...

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Three Sides of a Tragedy II

composed, arranged and produced by Hail From Grey (Yannis Skiadas)

Sunny Days Are Over

The story for Three Sides of a Tragedy I continues here. This is the story told from the victim's family side:

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Sara, David’s wife, sits on the couch facing the door. The kids are still sleeping. It’s almost 4 o’clock in the morning.

She tried calling David on the phone many times. Only the answering machine talks back. She wants to believe that his battery died. But that is not what she really believes. She’s starting to lose control over fear.

     “Just one call please, let me hear your voice”
     “Please come through that door now”

She tried to convince David to stay home that night. Things are getting worse on the streets day by day. But he “knew” what he was doing. He never took that long to return home.

     “Where are you”

Every noise made her jump. Now she was staring at her phone. Waiting for the sweet melody of it ringing and having David on the other side of a conversation.

6:30 a.m. Sara was in the kitchen making some coffee. She called David again. And someone answered the phone. Hope filled her body while she asked David where he was and if he was OK.

     “David? I’m no David… nice phone he had by the way, he won’t be needing it anymore. I can give it back to you for a reasonable price...”

And laughs… the man at the other end of the call just laughed. Sara hung up and broke apart...

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Lyrics:

he dark wraps the unknown
She's still waiting full of hope
For peace and some joy
The noise she's been wishing for
Staring at the door
Expecting for something to happen
Something must be wrong
Hasn't even got a call

A call
A voice
His voice

A melody is heard
So beautiful and peaceful
And the fire starts on
And it's warmth is all around
But all the frozen thoughts
Are now all melting
And the sleeping ones
Are now all awake

Though them
Wanted
To stay there not seeing the light
Though them
Wanted
To stay there, bad news took them all out

The pain comes along
With all it's wrath and anger
She's trying to kill
What made it come by
But the truth hits hard, there is no way around it
Lying on the floor can't forget anything

(Sara’s voice)
No! No!! Should have told you not to go!
No! Why! Why the hell did you go out and die!

High Level of Paranoia

All she hears is loud music and noise stuck in her head. She can’t make it stop. She closes her eyes wishing to fall asleep. At least for a while. The only thing she sees are strange yellow blobs floating in her brain and changing their brightness. Like dancing in a thick pool of nothing.

     “Go away…”

The song in her head is getting louder and her body feels like it has been invaded by the loud noises. 

     “What’s happening to me?” She asks herself while trying to get up from bed. She manages to get up and decides to go to the bathroom. Stands in front of the mirror and splashes some water on her face. She sees her face but can’t recognize it, she sees the water but can’t feel it. It’s like she is looking at herself from a distance while she is standing just in front of her.

     “What’s happening to me?!! What’s this!! Who is this?”

She’s scared. She’s losing it. Gladly her body was so tired that it just switched off. It's a way of getting some rest...

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Lyrics:

Wish I knew why i'm so tired
Surely I wouldn’t sleep
The day grows old
And I’m still in bed
Not worried if I’m not getting up
And it’s wrong. Something must be wrong

Wish I knew why I can’t sleep
Surely I would wake up
The night grows old
And I’m still standing
Not worried if I won’t rest any more
And it’s wrong. I know it’s wrong

A Confused Mind

Sara is nearly unconscious. Like hypnotized. Like a puppet. living without the strong will that made her who she used to be.
 
There is a strange creature looking after her. Thin and tall. Ugly. Each time her feelings start to boil up this creature comes to her. Smiling.
 
     “Shush little one, everything is ok. You don’t need to suffer anymore, I’ll take care of you”.. Shhhh… There you go….”
 
It caresses her and puts her in the stale state it wants her to be.
 
The creature doesn’t want her to leave. It needs her where she is right now. And to stay put. Nothing to disturb her…
 
     “SILENCE!!”
 
Sarah kind of likes this “caring” the creature is giving her. It makes her feel numb, which is what she feels she wants. But it doesn’t keep the loving and sweet feelings to pop out every now and then, a glimpse of hope and happiness.
 
     “Shhhh my dear, you don’t need this. You need to rest, shhhh, here…”
 
The fire burning inside of Sara is too strong. There’s people who love and need her. She wants to live! She fights off the creature in a moment of clarity.
 
The creature approaches her with it’s smiles and words, with the promise of a peaceful life. It is tempting, but Sara does not accept it. She can’t accept it. It is her fate that she  needs to accept, and move on.
 
Sara wakes up.

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Lyrics:

And just with a little smile
You turn around and the puppet starts to cry
With a little smile
You look at it and then it sleeps for a while
The falling light dreams, can make it stop from whining
Don't wake up, 'cause if do so you may start leaving

Please need some silence

Now but the smile never leaves
It just stands there taking care of your dreams
You know it will not leave
So you breathe low and have nothing to fear
But time's running out
Smoke makes you breath uneasy
Must go now, fate is something you may not start regretting

Now but you were not aware
It's doing something you thought it wouldn't dare
You were not aware, that when you turned around it wasn't there
It left you alone
Can believe that it's laughing?
Tears can be spared
When something you could find will truly be smiling

Three SIdes of a Tragedy II

Depression Aid

Memories… Now that’s all Sara has left of David. Every morning she sees him lying beside her when she opens her eyes. She could see where he was, she could see his smile… she could touch him.

After a short while that sense of happiness disappears. Reality kicks in again.

“Oh… well… good morning nonetheless my love”

Sara does everything she is supposed to do during the day. Work, chores. Tries to spend as much time she can with the kids. She couldn’t imagine how it was for them. How they felt.

When the day is almost over Sara feels a slight relief. When everything’s dark she can be wherever she wants and dream whatever she needs. She can feel David again while she hugs his pillow.

“Still smells like him…”

She floats with rejoice in a world of their favorite things. She is in peace for a while.

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Lyrics:

Open my eyes, light's all around 
I love light, I can see 
Can see where you are, can touch you 
See your beauty and happiness 
Talk and laugh 
Looking each others eyes, I feel fine 
 
What I most love of light 
It's that I know darkness comes 
Instead of seeing you I feel you in silence 
 
Holding you and sleeping 
Flying through the green sky 
dancing with air 
We look like one 
Just like darkness

To Darkness

“Daddy is now a star in the sky” says Sara to her kids.

Tina, the little girl,  goes out everyday when it starts to get dark to look for her dad. She speaks to him and listens to him though he’s not with them anymore…

It’s time for dinner and all three of them sit by the table. The table was set for four people, probably out of habit. Sara wants to burst in tears when she sees that empty space, but manages to fight the urge back. The little boy does not speak much yet. But still asks for his “dada” every now and then.

When Tina starts feeling sad she looks at her mom and feels comfort. Feels safe. Her little brother is always happy and helps her forget the strange feeling she has and helps her play for a while.

Sometimes she forgets though and asks her dad to read her favorite book before she goes to sleep. Or laughs while watching their favorite film and looks in his direction to share the laughter. When this happens she just feels she wants to be with him and hug him.

But she can’t.

At the end she looks at the stars and knows that they will be together again. She’ll become a start someday after all. She just has to wait.

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 Lyrics:

Time comes
When one’s left behind, to its own
Left forever

Sad is
Now my loneliness
Wish I could
Give you some air

And my mother’s here, and it’s soothing
Little brother’s near, and it warms my heart
And though your silent now, still hear you

Just want to be with you
Want to hold you
Just want to see you dad
But I can’t

Life’s so sleepy now
Time is too still
Guess I’ll just have to wait

And so I will

After the day is over it is time to relax. The chores are done, the kids are in bed and the job for the day is over. The only issue is that when people get to relax, they have time to think and to feel their life again.

Sara does not like when the day ends. The haunting feeling of horror comes back. She tries to sleep nonetheless, she has to sleep…

Her senses are sharp and don’t rest. She hears everything and feels everything. The house noises, her body’s noises. All of that goes directly to her brain, which makes her body stretch and jump every now and then.

She has short moments of sleep but wakes up with fear in her eyes. Everytime. She begs to get some sleep, she begs. She talks to the ghosts surrounding her to please let her be till the morning.

“Take my thoughts with you. Take the night’s noise with you. Let me sleep till morning. Please… will you?”

Many restless sleep nights came along making her feel guilty, scared and helpless. The same ghosts came to visit every night and she begged for peace every time.

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Lyrics:

The night has seen too much
It’s time to sleep now

Must get rest this night
Just go away it’s all right

Just sleep till dawn

Take my thoughts with you
The night’s noise will you?
No more pain till the first light

Restless Sleep


Thirty nine different reasons for running away. Oh hey. 
Shit goes downhill, at least that's what the old timers say. No way.  

Always stay close to me.
Always a knife in my heart.
Always stood by my side.
Always the drugs tear it apart. 
Never looking back anyway.
Not used to you walking away.
Never wanted to leave.
But I couldn't possibly stay.

Thirty nine different excuses which you have now made. No way.
Plenty of secrets which we can both take to the grave. Oh, hey. 
Theres nowt to be done and there's nothing more that we can say. Go way.
The truth is a fallacy, it really depends on the day. Fuck sake. 

Always stay close to me.
Always a knife in my heart.
Always stood by my side.
Always the drugs tear it apart. 
Never looking back anyway.
Not used to you walking away.
Never wanted to leave.
But I couldn't possibly stay.

Thirty nine summers it's true that I've seen better days. Like today.
But only physically my mind as strong as a safe. What you say?

Always stay close to me.
Always a knife in my heart.
Always stood by my side.
Always the drugs tear it apart. 
Never looking back anyway.
Not used to you walking away.
Never wanted to leave.
But I couldn't possibly stay.

Thirty nine winters battling through the wind and the rain. Stay safe.
Thirty nine different reasons for getting away. What a waste.

Always stay close to me.
Always a knife in my heart.
Always stood by my side.
Always the drugs tear it apart. 
Never looking back anyway.
Not used to you walking away.
Never wanted to leave.
But I couldn't possibly stay.


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Thirty Nine

Very Easy Rough

Vodoo Doll

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Another Character Resized

Friends in low places by Hope Street

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Barry Harman - Bass

Chaos and Silence

Friends In Low Places

When the wolves are slain, and the hills reclaimed.
We’ll lay down our swords, and our fallen mourn.
But we’ve not reached that moment, we’ve not reached that moment.
And we’ve got to breathe until it comes.

Little love, have you lungs enough?
Or were you born too late to be this tough?

There will come a night, your voices will harmonize
And your dissonance will resolve to seraphs’ chants
But this is not that evening. We’ve got to keep on breathing,
and compose until that peace becomes.

Little love, have you lungs enough?
Or were you born too late to be so tough?
To be so tough? To be so tough?

Bm7b5   C#m7b5   Dm   Em   F+   G    A

Somewhere down the road, our bodies will go cold.
They’ll return to dirt, and nourish well the Earth.
But we’ve not reached that moment, we’ve got to breathe, atone and,
And struggle till that hour comes.

Gentle love, have you lungs enough?
Or were you born too late to be this tough?
Little love. Are you rough enough?
Or were you born too late to be so tough?

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℗© 2021 Thyatira Music BMI
Music and lyrics by Kahlil's Razor.
All performances by Kahlil's Razor except main drum part by Nick Schlesinger, and female vocal by Breanna J.
Mixing by Nathan Daniel and Kahlil's Razor. 
Mastering by Nathan Daniel.

Lungs Enough?

composed and produced by Yannis Skiadas (Hail From Grey)

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Or maybe you saw and heard him moving through the city while playing his acoustic guitar with his friend and musical teammate. Playing and singing songs from The Beatles and Pink Floyd, to Cat Stevens, Soda Stereo and Nirvana. Maybe you paid them for their performance in money... or in beer.

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