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William Martin
...the me, the whole me, and nothing but the me --so help me (insert your deity of choice here)
...the me, the whole me, and nothing but the me --so help me (insert your deity of choice here)

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Dark Drama

Dark drama passes me by,
Like gray ghosts
Hanging on a whisper.
Wish they would
Pass you by too.
Want you to tell me why
You can’t let it go
And let what will be,
Just be.

There’s no hope in
Clinging onto open wounds.
No one else can see the rapture.
There’s a reason why
Everything was born to live
And die within this endless arc
Of vaguely voiced forevers.
Living in that other place,
Where no one can retrace

So I’ll see you on the other side,
Where all things fall away,
Displaying all the lies
That ruled so many lives today.
And we’ll infuse as one living
On the faith that what we’ve done
Was simply dark drama
Passing by like wisps
Of smoke trailing
On the wind.

--William Martin

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Through The Window
Chris Cornell

The clouds that gathered turned to rain
The candles on your sill burned out
The weather on your face
Turned to match the mood outside

Reading through poems that you saved
That make the gloomy hours make sense
Or do they lose their power
With the yellowing of age

I saw you suffering
Through a foggy window in the rain
When you thought no one was watching, yeah
Going through your memories
Like so many prisons to escape
And become someone else
With another face
And another name
No more suffering

You sold the best of yourself out
On a chain of grey and white lies
One syllable at a time
You should have made them pay
A higher price

I saw you suffering
Through the cracked and dirty window pane
I was ashamed that I was watching, yeah
Going through your imagination
Looking for a life you could create
And become somebody else, yeah
With another face
With another name
No more suffering

I wish that I could find a seed
And plant a tree that grows so high
So that I could climb
And harvest the ripe stars
For you and I to drink
And spit the ashes from our mouths
And put the grey back in the clouds
And send them packing with our bags
Of old regrets and sorrows
'Cause they don't do a thing but drag us down
So far down
The past is like a braided rope
Each moment tightly coiled inside

I saw you suffering
Through the yellow window of a train
With everybody watching, yeah
Too tired for imagining
That you could ever love somebody else
From somewhere far away
From another time
And another place
With another life
And another face
And another name
And another name
No more suffering

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Chris Cornell doing a great cover of one of Prince's greatest songs.

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Santana goes with everyone...and a little tequila...

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Classics live on for decades...they're just seen anew and re-imagined.

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It sometimes takes a lot of work to maintain social media relationships...
How did we do it before the internet?

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Love this film!

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Under Construction
(Your Daddy Didn’t Die)

Ignore the news reports,
rumored whispers of what’s gone by,
sad whispers amongst the sighs…
Blood still continues to course,
though broken and hoarse,
your daddy didn’t die.

Weep not for what might be lost.
Look instead for the gains.
Blood still beats in my veins.
Don’t look to the final cost,
the final spoken lie,
because your daddy didn’t die.

Do not mourn over vacant signs,
the corpse faded years ago,
hoping for new life to grow
amid ashes grow the vines.
Your daddy tried to fly,
Yet fell…
but your daddy didn’t die.

He’s right here and he knows
he made you hurt,
yet he had to claw through dirt,
had to make a show
to leave of him what lies
Always here…
Your daddy didn’t die.

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