Mav on controls, hasn't left them since Corellia. Freya is tough but something's off. Shy brutal warrior goddess eyes Tesh, makes Styx nervous. 
We fixed Old Sally up well, she held & holds.
Safe enough now to release.
We don't know, we don't know.
Four worlds & more are turning.
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some thoughts come to me 
shadow weighs a ton
a war is never truly won
and yeah, 
we didn't get any guns
so better learn to run the Run
and yeah, 
we made it out by crazy stunt
but anxious we remain
revealing silence loudly shouts
i look at Freya...
there ain't no place we belong to
four dizzy dreaming drif
                                            t    e     r 
                                                                  s
of old 
the galaxy is growing cold
systems filled with poison powder 
whom to love?  
whom to hold?
when to bolt?
whom to trust when push comes to shove?
when our pulverized homes, all dust 
they come devour?

softness pushed aside with rigour
damn it Tesh, 
                         we gotta learn to pull a trigger
they both say:
                         ain't got no time for 
                         honey dippers
but then you look at me with 
those shy brutal warrior goddess eyes
and you smile . . .
and i get (so) high . . .
makes me smile . . .
makes you high . . .
we made it out! we made it out!

finally ...

there is excitement in this thing called livin' 
when you touch my arm so firm
mmm when you touch my arm so firm
every time i find it hard to breathe
you look away
you sense it too
have you ever felt this feelin'?

collecting nerves like it's taboo
picture perfect image on naboo
my mind creates a honeymoon
ohh Tesh
  i shouldn't hope, i know
would like to grow beside you 
 singing rebel songs
be with me thru the neverending pain

ohh i shouldn't hope, i know
but my mind creates a honeymoon.

my mind creates a honey moon.wav

let it be damned, this internal war
every day feels more sore 
than the one before
Styx Caleen in Coruscant
stranded on dystopian shore
not getting high for the lore
thru the darker night insomnia
awake 'til light, the hours bite 
the longer the sighs 
the more we know
Bix, tell me do you know why
there are wounds festering in our cores?

it helps a while, makes forget  
yeah Bix, it makes us forget:

how to live, how to smile, how to fly
shy shy shy
away from any boring TIEs
bye bye bye
to the love that in the gutter dies
cry cry cry
for it don't matter
doesn't even matter how hard we try
it won't let go
it won't let go
keep that in mind

be with me a while, Bix
hold me tight so I can cry, Styx

we look into each other’s eyes
see all the way too many goodbyes
no peace in our hearts, they shout
until it sits in all hearts under the suns
grand is our dream of universal love
yet the speeches that we give slap hard
against those concrete fucking walls

can't get out
help us
help us
we can't get out, we watch each other's
suffocating suffering souls
in all the beautiful beauti-
the beautiful beautiful
capitalist noise.

Bix, it makes us forget (Resistance Version).wav

this one was made shortly after the escape, once we were safe in Alderaan to rest & regroup. 
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early morning hour, 
getting ready for our shifts, 
we all look like shit
passing glances & shared grit
same old same
where are our chances?
don't let slowly dying insides show
hope has been lost in the drains
love but a long lost memory from home
because we had to get away to breathe 
& now waste our lives here in the dirt
because we had to get away to breathe 
& now waste our lives here in the dirt

one of 'em days at the glorious, dreamkiller 
CEC
one of 'em days ducking Worms or Pykes or well, it's Corellia you see
into hot blood boiling streams the V
 (Vutalamine frenzy)
of all 'em dreary dizzy days
one will be the last, my kindred
on one of 'em nocturnal nauseous nights, 
7 months of planning come to bell
then we scream ___
fuck you in silent pent-up anger, air so stale
tonight's the night of our escape

run run run run run run run
run run
towards Old Sally, shaking knees & paralyzing fear in chest
bord, close the ramp
then we'll take the leap, in faith 
& higher grace
load up our demise & pray 
the controls we built don't fail

. . .

blessed thou be Freya 
it is liftoff, looking back at 
graveyard of our dreams and damn it's pale
one last lingering chaotic hug
for every choking human 
down there in the rust

see you on the morrow-shift, 
never to return, we fucking bust
hit the nav, Mav, glad to have ya
takes us back, where we belong
to kiss our 
mothers & our sisters
Bix, Ferrix, homeland
here we come

Crankleaf turning up the drive
we chew it before we fly
mix it with some spice at night
                              real high
                      real 
              real
get real
then fall low
                           lower
                                     lowest
still we smile
at Tesh's jokes, desert dry

i sense restlessness,
strongest of us
         mmh
Styx, rebel soul, 
i inspire them to strive
we're a funny bunch
i love them all
Corellia united us
Corellia unites us all

we were too wild
we couldn't stop dreaming
we had to get out
i'm glad we made it

Corellian Flight.wav

one night. two machines. one human.
some words, some hums.
smell of change, smell of opposition.
fuck i need sleep. 
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sometimes i touch fate 
Krishna talks to me
conversing with my-
self 
again?
am i just sensing my true Self
when i am stupid & the layers 
weaken?
when it seems like only Radha's 
dance
Hare Hare, keeping fragile muscle 
beat, when 
i look at the microwave, 
in panic and
it whispers like a momma to a child afraid
 23:22, Styx, my boy, I keep you safe
death row baby, nah not today
a stare into infinity like Oppenheimer
then look again, binary play
see it morphing into music, can you hear it?
23:23 &  p h e w
i don't know what else to say 
not any day not any day
you get a sacred opportunity like this
the years forever vanish 
dwell not too long, my friend
blow them a kiss
better give you're all & let the tape hiss
run it back when 
on a patio overlooking cornfields and 
the world in shambles, as an old-timer 
you sit

fate 2342.wav

a galactic drifter's musical archive. a way to stay alive, might be the only one. fight oppression with every breath. -SC-

Bix, it makes us forget (Resistance Version).wav

Styx Caleen

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