We were boats full of sin.
On the same troubled waters we sailed.
With our backs to the wind,
always pressing forward on.
Am I awake, am I alive, and am I whole?
We find such comfort in the stories been told, but
if ignorance is bliss, then bliss i've never know.
But you say that I am not the only one
who doesn't feel alive, sometimes.
But if life is just a dream,
then I'm so lucky to have dreamt it
with you.
Take these words you wrote that read I love you back.
They're day old memories
of a time when that's all that I dreamt of hearing.
And as our aging bones continue to decay
and our minds collapse,
maybe then will our love relapse.
But you say that I am not the only one
who doesn't feel alive, sometimes.
But if life is just a dream,
then I'm so lucky to have dreamt it
with you.
And merrily, merrily, we will all move along.
And merrily, merrily, we will continue on the same.
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This album reminds me of an immersive floor-to-ceiling, wall-to-wall painting. The kind that has a whole room to itself. It stands apart. Like most great art, part of this album's beauty lies in its accessibility. It is every bit as enjoyable to the neophyte as it is to any veteran of the genre. Here, catchiness and complexity--both instrumentally and lyrically--exist together, not necessarily in harmony but never in opposition of each other. Stand before this work and allow it to draw you in. Jan-Michael Archer
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I like to pretend I have a really talented friend who recorded this album as a gift. That's what it feels like; a gift from a stupidly close friend. sherryking