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Young Beginnings
01:46
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A rope around my neck
A sharp and fickle thing
Though in its young beginnings
Was just a simple string
I could have cut it so easy
But back then I did not mind
I feel my air now is straining
And I don’t know how I’m gonna get by
I just don’t know how i’m gonna get by
No I don’t know how I’m gonna get by
I just don’t know how i’m gonna survive
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2. |
For War and Rage
05:58
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The river’s dry so let's so swimming
Splashing puddles on our legs and on our feet
The sun’s come up the trees they wither
So let’s burn them to the ground while we still can
Beat the drum and dance for rain
Pound your feet upon the dirt and yell your praise
Turn the page, then tear it clean
And throw it in the drought tonight at dawn
The beasts are singing praises to the vessels
And we shoot them with those pointed things we’ve made
Don’t worry little ones we don’t abuse them
We just throw what we don’t use back in the bay
Orions belt it shines above us
Holding up his skinny frame as we
The Milky Way it mocks this place
So we prepare for war and for Rage
Head dressed and daggered
Fattest in the front will guard the herd
On this night, we fight to live or die
To satisfy our greed for blood and lucre
The beasts are singing praises to the vessels
And we shoot them with those pointed things we’ve made
Don’t worry little ones we don’t abuse them
We just throw what we don’t use back in the bay
The trail of bones
Agitates my feat
Our ancestral road the oasis, we never once have found
My mind grows weak, my body still
But Mother Earth with me
Weeps silently
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3. |
A Screenplay Ending
06:52
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It’s the flicker of the television
It’s darkness in the halls
It’s the bottles on the floor, smashed and broken
It’s the twenty missed phone calls
It’s the letter she’d just written
It’s the bullet in the gun
It’s the will to live, no longer in her
And it’s the end of what’s to come
They got the call on Tuesday
Said there’d been a body found
And like the ending of a screenplay
In a dark room in her wedding gown
Weren’t many at the service
Just the families of the two
Dressed in black and veiled faces
They looked on as loved ones do
And down she goes…
He found he written letter
Said she couldn’t live no more
Without her friend, lover her soldier
Who just died a hero in the war
Well there’d been a misunderstanding
And he’s just made his way back home
He wanted to surprise her with some roses
But now like him they wilt alone
They got the call on Monday
Said there’d been a body found
And like the ending of a screenplay
Another soldier Heaven bound
Found grasping a wrinkled paper
Said he’d fallen in the war
They found him lying on the same couch
They found his lover the week before
And down he goes…
It’s the flicker of the television
The darkness in the room
It’s the dead and wilted flowers, in an empty vase
That sets the scene a cues the tune
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4. |
Legends & Fables
05:58
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A civil war of two different factions
Split at the seams, by belligerent actions
Commander-in-chief
At the head of the table
Emphatically speaks
Of legends & Fables
There’s a cancer reeking havoc
And the cure’s long past over due
A grand divorce
A people divided
Torn from the arms
Of a country united
Commander-in-chief
At the end of the table
A land he’s bequeathed
Of legends & Fables
There’s a call for retribution
Well my friends it’s up to you
A simple war
Of two different cultures
Watched from above
By political vultures
Commander-in-chief
So steady and stable
As now it begins
His legends & Fables
There’s a cancer reeking havoc
And the cure’s long past over due
A fracturing force
A cry from the people
Flea from their homes
Towards crosses and steeples
Commander-in-chief
So ready and able
To free all who believes
In his legends & fables
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5. |
Of Lives Lived and Died
04:56
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We landed at Betio, Tarawa atoll
In the Fighting Second, but the third wave in on our Higgins Boat
The coxswain was a coward, and wouldn’t let us in
Till his forehead met the pistol of Bulldog Harrington
I soon found myself beside a pier, bullets blazing by
Bodies of my brothers, floating the tide
Wounded taking shelter beneath the pilings underneath
As I watched the Corpsman and the doctor, give the men relief
And all too familiar, but once not at all
Overwhelmed by the odor of a realized befall
Decay on the beach front, a gross mockery
Of lives lived and died so you and I and others can be free
A mortar shell that landed, between me and another man
Upon this pier it took his life without the comfort of Gods hand
I saw a banty rooster cluck as though, just another day
I guess you have to lose a life or limb, to earn a soldiers pay
My dungaree discarded to do a Quartermasters job
White shirt shining in the moonlit night, but saved by the grace of God
Snipers shooting at me from Amtraks broken on the sand
As I directed the unloading of new supplies and nervous men
And all too familiar, but once not at all
Overwhelmed by the odor of a realized befall
Decay on the beach front, a gross mockery
Of lives lived and died so you and I and others can be free
I towards the sound of the bugle playing To The Color
As I watched them raise Ol’ Glory I saluted to my fallen brothers
I couldn’t help but think of home, and all the loved ones left behind
And all the gravestones on those grassy fields, where courage never dies
And all too familiar, but once not at all
Overwhelmed by the odor of a realized befall
Decay on the beach front, a gross mockery
Of lives lived and died so you and I and others can be free
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6. |
Your Machiavellian Dream
03:59
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You opened the wrong door by now its the right one
You’ve never been to war but you’d like to fight one some day, one day
You’ve got a problem you just can’t figure
Make a big stink and you’re a hero, for your brave deeds
Grab a blanket wrap it tightly around you
God forbid you feel a bit uncomfortable in your skin
Paint a picture of all your sorrows, play a victim to the Kakistocracy
You’ll be free, You’ll be free
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7. |
Ballad of a Lost Soul
01:54
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I kicked against the pricks
I was poisoned by degree
Am I helpless for any inner peace of mind
It’s hard to find
Oh Father
Oh Father
Oh Father
Oh Father
Please rescue me
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8. |
The Beggar
06:33
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I climbed the highest mountain to be free
But the wind and the rain and the clouds came down on me
I walked the lowest valley so I could see
But sun and the moon and the star starred mockingly
Oh Father, i’m on my knees
Oh Father, please rescue me
I saw the city lights from a far
And all the noise and the smog and the guns, were taken all
I watched the ocean tide, rise and fall
And all the boats and vessels in anchor, were taken all
Oh Father, can you hear my plea
Oh Father Father Father, please rescue me
Oh Father, can you hear my plea
Oh Father, Father Father, please rescue me
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9. |
The Man Behind the Mask
04:21
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I’ve wandered through the baron drought of this no mans desert land
Between the borders of these towering dunes, I’ve built my kingdom in the sand
Buzzards circle overhead, now my feathered flying friends
They have followed me for miles, as I’ve tried to make amends
I stumble in the burning heat of the ever present sun
Through the valleys of forsaken lands, my blistered feet succumb
Now I crawl upon my knees, my hand pulling me along
And my begins to drift to a lonely desert song
And i’m the man behind the mask
I’m the final drop, at the bottom of the flask
And Im the man behind the mask
Fading fast
There’s a river flowing through my head, but I cannot find the source
There’s pain erupting deep inside, and it’s taking me off course
I see off in the distance, an oasis full of dreams
But I’ve wandered through this wasted land and followed different streams
And i’m the man behind the mask
I’m the final drop, at the bottom of the flask
And Im the man behind the mask
Fading fast
The mirage it seems much closer, than it ever has before
But by instinct with an outstretched hand, I slowly close the door
The facade is growing thicker, and now even I believe
There’s a highway in the desert, and I have been deceived
And i’m the man behind the mask
I’m the final drop, at the bottom of the flask
And Im the man behind the mask
Fading fast
And I’m the man behind the mask
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10. |
The Wanderer
04:49
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Despite all my warnings, I took to the currents and streams
To float what was left of my childhood memories and dreams
There’s no sign of rain, but the storm clouds they hang over head
They mock with their grumbles and tell me I soon will be dead
Yet I wander, I wander still
To find the elusion of things that I know to be real
The waters don’t flow like they used to, that’s for sure
It happened so slowly like sunlight through a crack in the door
Stuck in the middle, a canyon of shoreline surrounds
Upon this empty riverbed, I walk upon this muddy ground
Yet I wander, I wander still
To find the elusion of things that I know to be real
Yes I wander, I wander free
Cause despite what they say, I must be the man that i’ll be
This journey has taken its toll
And just shadows remain of the man that I used to know
But I wander, I wonder still
With a hope that one day what I find, is what’s truly real
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We saw the dust cloud rising in the far off desert plains
And we knew this was the end
The telltale signs were present but we chose not to believe
Our betrayals from the hands of a friends
Their shadows of derision were cast upon the ground
As we looked them in the eyes
A masquerade of color on a medium of skin
To convolute their lies
We roll our dice of reason our antithesis of rage
But to them it’s all a game
We’re refugees if nothing else, in our father land
And they told us we’re the only ones to blame
Entrenched in our belief that we’ve done nothing wrong
We continue preparations for a fight
But still the thought it lingers in the forefront of my mind
That maybe our enemies are right
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12. |
Beneath the Surface
06:04
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And my eyes, they hurt to stay open
And my mind, so deprived
In the darkness, so carefully wandering
But I still cannot find it anymore
My voice, I feel it slowly fading
Deeper, deeper still
But glimpses, they come up to the surface
And there’s hope, that one day, I will
It eludes me, like a lover
It abuses, constantly
It tugs at my heart strings and I hate it
But in the end, it comforts me, it comforts me
Fighting for the finish
Self doubt upon my heels
It’s the finish, not perfection
It’s the finish, not perfection here
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Hawker Roam Salt Lake City, Utah
Hawker Roam is a Progressive Rock band from Salt Lake City, mixing elements of 70's Psychedelic Rock, with hard rock riffs, and Post-Rock influences.
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