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Pincushion
03:24
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PINCUSHION
(© 2014 Clint Nolan)
An all too familiar scene
self loathed, beaten down, and atrophied
your tear stitched smile is what gave it away
rise up and die again
douse the fire in your eyes
"a better day", you feign recall
you dream their dreams, you chase their goals
who did you allow to take it away?
rise up and die again
douse the fire in your eyes
take the needle deep inside your soul
give it all away, you're a pincushion
forget the love, forget the hate, forget your fine-tuned apathy
anger, oh sweet anger is the way
rise up and live again
light the fire in your eyes
take the needle from inside your soul
take it all back, you're no pincushion
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We, Devices
02:41
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WE, DEVICES
(© 2014 Clint Nolan)
The device will now awaken
to perform without mistaking
to go on without forsaking its scripted, routine plan
it boots up from its slumber
to shine its digits under,
and in between the numbers
its diagnostics pass
traveling down the circuitry
so populous, encumbering
with more devices, unqueried
silicon working class
on reaching the objective
with the focal hub connective
it executes directives; compliant and detached
when the devices sense emotion
our machine upgrades its version
"distract it with diversion, keep production at a max"
traveling down the circuitry
so populous, encumbering
with more devices, unqueried
silicon working class
the device reroutes with confirmation
back into its docking station
shuts down til it reawakens to function once again
traveling down the circuitry
so populous, encumbering
with more devices, unqueried
silicon working class
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In Silent Words
04:59
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IN SILENT WORDS
(© 2014 Clint Nolan)
I never understood, what else did you need?
Why did you turn your face to the warm summer breeze?
And I don't know who moved, was it you or me?
I guess it doesn't matter much, cuz now we're here.
We watched the clock tick down on us that day
In silent words that had too much to say
Eleven hundred miles that wore down your soul.
Then something brought you back where the cold wind blows.
With lips that just can't express what you're feelin'.
Now there isn't time for words, just time to heal.
I watched the clock tick down with you that day.
In silent words I reached for more to say.
I'm countin' every breath with a childish will
Until the moment stops and the clock stands still
An image burned in my mind for the days to come
The silent words remind me to live until I'm done.
I'll watch the clock tick down another day.
In silent words with nothing more to say.
I'll watch the clock tick down another day.
In silent words with nothing more to say.
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Revolution
03:22
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REVOLUTION
(© 2014 Clint Nolan)
Their feeble minds instruct me what to do.
Their shriveled hands controlled my every move.
A lifeless stare encrypts my thoughts, my heart.
Dismantle me and take my soul apart.
Absolution. Disillusioned.
Revolution, the solution.
They make the claim they have superior minds
And when I speak, I'm hushed because I'm "blind" (so blind)
Whisper dreams to take the real away.
Logic stored until another day.
Absolution. Disillusioned.
Revolution, the solution.
Arise, you sleeper, from your bed of nails
Their day eclipses and their plans will fail.
The upright man will know he holds they key.
Right where you stand, here is eternity.
Absolution. Disillusioned.
Revolution, the solution.
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Clint Nolan Nashville, Tennessee
Moody and intense songwriting; lyrical storytelling; soaring operatic vocal melodies and harmonies; introspective art-metal. Enjoy!
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