A song about archaeology.

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Terracotta Pots

Ancient creativity
Still haunts me
Savour our link to the past

Make it blatant
Mould the soil
Human forms

Sons of God
Awaken
Oh, kings of men

How far do we will to bend?
Sunken in
Buried and hidden again

Strife inherent
Early man
Pioneers

Sons of God
Awaken
Oh, kings of men

And you will be missed
With every breath
With every flick of the wrist
With every kiss, and of the date -
That which we converge to state -
We can only approximate
But we can still excavate
And hence create our own
Version of history -
Rewriting this mystery
Still building infinity
Still willing to be absorbed
By pen or sword
Oh, servants of the lord

Handmade terracotta pots
Still they haunt
Sever all ties to invention

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SOU HES EP (demos)

Terracotta Pots

A song about myself and others.

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Creativity (Is Bad For Your Health)

This is the kind of a song:
I should be singing about
  times when I went drinking
    with my mates

Or bragging about past sexual experiences,
  but, truth be told, those stories ain't so great -
    well, wait!

Why not speak about something else?
Because the bittersweet is what helps songs sell

So:
I once knew this guy, right?
He was the kind of guy -
Violence seemed to surround him, growing up

He bottled up his fury
  when he was sober, but we'd get drunk
    and his temper would erupt - and I felt stuck, but:

Why not speak about something else?
Because human tragedy feeds creativity well

So:
I once knew this girl who
  had quite a fractured worldview,
    I found so attractive and distinct

She would weep while undressing
  (which was somewhat distressing)
     but I thought I'd found my missing link -
      and deeper I sink! Thinking:

Why not speak about something else?
Just let the negative be - pull focus back to yourself

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Come on in and watch me try
Force feelings into life
Step right up and hear me sigh
In my affected strife
Come on in and feel the night
Despite it, we'll survive
Step right up, yeah, come inside
And please enjoy the ride

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We've reached the end of the song -
  together we agree: it sounds okay
    but it's hardly unique

You might enjoy it right now,
  and that's important, but the thought'll
    be forgotten in a week
      and even as I speak:

I'm consumed by the need to write something else
Conjure sincerity, some strained expression of self
I exaggerate freely, now I'm feeling unwell

Oh, creativity is bad for your health

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Creativity (Is Bad For Your Health)

A song about searching.
Or, "another song about archaeology".

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Ancient Secrets

I sift through the secrets they hide
Seeking favour from ancients
Pray patience, to find

Through this, I'll uncover the past
Ruminating on ruins
The human, so vast

I search, I long for disclosure
I hunt, my hope for the truth
I'll wait for all eternity
Excavation, yet revelation eludes

My quest echoes on through the years
With no allusion to conclusion -
My truth in arrears

Lost time, endless shadows I've cast
Yet still I'll find nothing
'Til death finds its grasp

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Ancient Secrets

Another project, teetering on the brink. Mostly retired, in its death throes. Blinking out occasional signs of life, into a digital void.

http://thisremarkablevessel.bandcamp.com

This Remarkable Vessel