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preternaturality
04:54
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preternaturality - inquietude ep
by n.m. bell
subtle gestures fill this vast expanse
metamorphosis, engulfing trance
stooping to lows now unseen
pictures frozen in distant hotels
jaws fall slack, they stories once did tell
walk on glass, ever cautiously
forced smiles escape faces each day
leaving trails of harm along their way
greeting strangers, travelers the same
preternaturality draws near
whispering screams into our ears
our futures decided
our futures divided
our futures, confided, were only a dream
moon sends ripples flailing in the light
weeping now as eyes both meet the sight
turning stones already smooth
forced smiles escape faces each day
leaving trails of harm along their way
greeting strangers, travelers the same
preternaturality draws near
whispering screams into our ears
preternaturality is here
whispering screams through our ears
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hypothermia
04:02
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hypothermia - inquietude ep
by n.m. bell
meet me on the frozen isles
where light runs short to cover smiles, loud
silence kisses death around
the frost beneath our toes, the ground, at once
you whispered to me, "it seems
"long has passed since summer's gleam," I know
so bathe me in your winter light, and
sing the tragic tale of blizzards' snow
summers pass and winters die
the sun envelops leaves that lie about
slipping through a split, remains
never to see night nor day again
now alone, the earth's soft voice
trembles as you see the choice is made
so toss aside your shovel, and
take rest inside the place you call your grave
restitution, recompense
for damages at your expenses, paid
water runs the cracks alone
widening the gap from the unknown
you waltzed along the frozen tracks
fearless, never looking back, so sure
but a massive metal hearse then claimed
you for death, and death was soon made pure
but a massive metal hearse then claimed
you for death, and death was soon made pure
you for death, and death was soon made pure
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owl creek bridge
05:03
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owl creek bridge - inquietude ep
by n.m. bell
(based on "an occurrence at owl creek bridge" by ambrose bierce)
you called alabama home
and the water swept below
while the ropes around your wrists sank to the bone
following the driftwood, your thoughts, they slip back home
the plank fell as your body dropped
your mind already grey
whether your nerves or biology, who could say?
the rope, now taut, rudely shakes your mind awake
for death is foaming white
but you lay grey as a ghost
your neurons dance with light
as you escape the pain
and so we all take flight when our lives come to an end
we lie until our eyes see once again
dodging bullets, stretching time
as your knuckles grasp the bank
body arisen as the sun sank
drying, running frantic, yet not a drop drank
your children's footsteps at the door
you feel your wife's embrace
the poison takes hold and your senses cringe with angst
it appears reality was with delusion laced
ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (x2)
for death is foaming white
but you lay grey as a ghost
your neurons dance with light
as you escape the pain
and so we all take flight when our lives come to an end
we lie until our eyes see
we lie until our eyes see once again
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4. |
cut ti(m)e(s)
04:16
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cut ti(m)e(s) - inquietude ep
by n.m. bell
fog's dew collects on aspen trees
it quivers and quakes as a boy stirs the breeze
having lost his contract to his life filled with ease
navy jacket tattered, home strewn away
miles, mere ticks in the brush by the bay
echoes, "no one here cares if you go or stay"
singing "the blackest of ships, by the sun soon turn grey"
"strongest ropes in the yard begin their slow fray"
"each step's impression whispers to say:
'cut ties, and cut time,' as they both fade away"
grip a small button once sewn on lapel
misty wind scrubbed from cold ocean swells
a frozen testament that there surely is hell
but each crystal melts and i seem to recall
a land away, homes surely outside my walls
stares on, submits power, a clocks hand.. crawls
singing "the blackest of ships, by the sun, soon turn grey"
"strongest ropes in the yard begin their slow fray"
"each step's impression whispers to say:
'cut ties, and cut time,' as they both fade away"
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5. |
sunday robbery
04:37
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sunday robbery - inquietude ep
by n.m. bell
standing masked on the floor
broken glass, all alone
untold treasure filling palms and pockets both
carpet stains in the hall
fingerprints litter the walls
a knife's handle rests against a future oath
banging on the door sends a message
human greed that's simply wanting more
once inside, it pillages and it plunders all
where now, peacefully, it rests against the core
tires squeal, fear awakes
heat enveloping the brakes
men and minds go racing all the same
holding back human strength
furniture hinges ache
the door crashes in, the reason that they came
banging on the door sends a message
human greed that's simply wanting more
once inside, it pillages and it plunders all
where now, peacefully, it rests against the core
bodies break, beating halts
once awake, sleep recalls
justice served, and yet no smiles show
plastic bags cover all
photos taken, writing scrawled
phone calls made and safely home they go
banging on the door sends a message
human greed that's simply wanting more
once inside, it pillages and it plunders all
where now, peacefully, it rests against the core
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