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The Mountain I
07:10
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Where I withdrew, reclusive mountain
Where I ascended, and I killed god
Now hesitate on the precipice of re-convention
Contemplate the risk of the promenade
Once familiar landscape, discreetly summons
Synaptic echoes stir uneasy, unearthly creatures
But I am enlightened, but I am enlightened
But I am enlightened, and I'm but a stranger to you
Sometime, someplace…
Will I come down to that ground?
With my ear to the ground, the enraptured sound
Stegosaurus pound, drum circle
Might I reside?
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What might lie within these halls?
Beyond the torchlight on these walls
The crown awaits or the serpent crawls
Riches so painstakingly
Enbalmed for generativity
Awaiting their discovery
The dungeons and the dragons groan
Magic, secret worlds bemoan
The dying without being known
What might lie within these halls?
Beyond the torchlight on these walls
The crown awaits or the serpent crawls
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Sometime, someplace…
Will I come down to that ground?
Test my reality with acquisition
Of reflection on involuntary orientation
Demagnetizing co-regulation
Could free me from the gravitational pull
To choose or not to choose, that is the question…
What you create is what you will experience
I'm digging this look of the pin-striped vest
Fine white shirt with the collar pressed
Slick jeans to boot so I can cover the rest
So become who you are…. and get it on!
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Freedom of the press in service of the Constitution
Doubling down in preparation for the retribution
mirror imaged affirmation
deliver fortification
…Who'd have ever thought it?
Undesired desire lurks underneath her anti-established heroics
Taken with her presence, he was uncharacteristically stoic
forbidden stolen glances
and eventual dances
…Who'd have ever thought it?
Transgendered messiah, borne of identity crisis
Coming into his own, a superhero of her own devices
tertiary evolution
an epiphanic revolution!
…Who'd have ever thought it?
Who'd have ever thought that he was of her persuasion???
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Urban Tumbleweeds
05:58
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Seeking Zen in motorcycle maintenance
The dual function of the fairway
Naive construction with simple rationale
Just above the sinkhole
… safe as it may seem…
… safe as it may seem…
Mindless, seduced, deep into the catacombs
Time-suck of Wikipedia wormholes
All the while, the pitiful maintaining
that the shaky scaffolding will hold
… safe as it may seem…
… safe as it may seem…
It seems that I was not so able
when you were close to the edge…
To do what she had always done,
and talk you off the ledge.
If you were not atheist,
then you could by now tell…
If they dragged you up to heaven
or followed you to hell.
Uneasy resignation to going through the motions
We stayed too afraid to know
That something's surely bound to happen
But we never saw this freight train come
Chorus
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Sawdust
03:17
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Beyond the crest of the hazel sun
The purple storm so dependably comes
Manic promise of anticipation
Conceding to evaporation
And when the moment is no longer ecstatic
and I'm a tight chested, angst ridden, weary fanatic
Holy ground’s now become an impediment
And I'm no longer a participant
When this and only this is where I exist
And I'm distracted by the bear trap of what I could miss
Paying mind to the surrounding circus
Cost the slow burn vacuum into the abyss
Reality of the world may be
And that be all good and fine
Out of constant maroon drapery
Is born a view so justly mine
And I could die like Sisyphus
Fighting how I know
Fulfilling such a destiny
Into which I was thrown
(change in me, change in me)
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Daybirth
05:05
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Modest wish of the daybirth, invitational screen
Offered but sacrificed in the chasm beneath
all it will ever be
all it will ever be
Among regurgitations and ulcerous dreams known before
Paradox in departure churns, I ascend the nightfallen shore
all it will ever be
all it will ever be
What is not known will cease to be
And this is all that it can be
Facilitated regression, crawls backward to be chased
Fixated and mangled, victimized and chaste
What is not known will cease to be
And this is all that it can be
What is not known will cease to be
In death it all will die with me
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Butterfly
06:00
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If I can hold this, delicately,
ephemeral as it may be
I could live another day
If I can hold this, hold so dear,
before its flight confirms my fear
Would I be sustained
by that which would remain?
This could be so fragile
This could be so fragile
This could be so fragile
I could be so fragile
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Brett Wetzel Chicago, Illinois
Brett Wetzel began his music career as a singer and lyricist. Over time, he developed interest in writing and composition by learning to play various instruments. He's written and recorded multiple albums in his home studio--from a 4-track recorder 20 years ago to a digital 24-track board today. Some of his live shows are solo, while some are with a backing band of fellow musicians/friends. ... more
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