Name: 8 Flight of the Hawk by Sylvan Myst
Duration: 6 min 9 s
Description: A revisioning of my previous album Life Story as more of a 1960's counter-culture, Indian/folk rock/indie fusion that is more psychedelic and hypnotic.

[intro]
She never arrives,
but they wait all the same.
Lives burned away
for an unfound flame.
Here I lie, 
to ignite them again.
I am no one. But they give me
a name.

[Verse 2]
Hands never held me,
my eyes never wept,
my chest has
never drawn a breath.
A delusion to
smother despair unchecked.
Coming to take the
only thing left.

[Drop]
Salt in the wound, of a god fearing life.
I am the truth
of the last cold night.
Bodies and souls, can not
pay my price;
As they choke on the ash of sacrifice.
Hearts tossed like coins in the sea,
Begging the tide for an end to need.
A dream, a poisonous fantasy.
My name, on their lips.
as they set sail for me.

[Chorus]
Heartless, soulless;
an echo of loss.
an illusion. yet..
they leap from the docks.
Swimming, then sinking,
chasing the mirage.
Seeking me out
to crash on the rocks.

[Verse 6]
Without a voice,
I give them
silence to mold.
Calling out the
empty hearts
broken men hold.
They search for a sign
from the last lifeboat.
the heat of desire
pulls them into the cold.
A thought, Not a touch, not ever a sound.
Only a chase till the last man drowns.
Each one a different name in his mouth.
Drinking the ache.
As the deep pulls him down.

[drop]
Watching them struggle silently.
fallen souls drown beneath my feet:
christening their fate endlessly.
vanishing,
reaching
out for me

[Chorus]
Heartless, soulless
an echo of loss.
an illusion. yet..
they leap from the docks.
Swimming, then sinking
chasing the mirage.
Seeking me out
to crash on the rocks.

[outro]
Not called; compelled
by the dreams of a man.
A promise they die for
but none understand:
the poison is real
the passion pretend.
I'm nowhere at all
yet I am the end.
She never arrives; 
but men wait all the same.
Lives burned away
for an unfound flame.
And when I come
to ignite him again.
I am No one.
And he dies
all the same.

Goddess of Love

A revisioning of my previous album Life Story as more of a 1960's counter-culture, Indian/folk rock/indie fusion that is more psychedelic and hypnotic.

8 Flight of the Hawk

Visual and Graphic Artist, writer, and spiritualist for over 40 years. I like to experiment with new developments in all creative technologies and fields, pushing the limits of what is and isn't possible to achieve. My current experiments with music include the use of AI as a composing and performance platform for my writing and arrangement ideas. As a writer and poet, this technology is a great voice for augmented self-expression, expanding the creative process to new heights.

8 Flight of the Hawk

Sylvan Myst

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