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The Nail in the Meadow
07:42
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I was made anew.
Lost in the thought of you
You helped me to clear my mind after angels long cried.
I couldn't see the minute hand, slowing down time.
You were a nail all this time.
And stuck deep in my side.
But you could never show affection.
And never showed reaction
Your black hair caught my gaze.
But then lacked love's praise.
Do you remember, the last time we were
In the grass, and in house togeter?
I won't forget
I can't forget
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And the spring comes cloaked in the fog.
And the spring comes soaked in my blood.
What will come of this art,
Of seasons cloaked by dark?
Is this a light I see;
Or a facade that deceives?
I'll know my time of season
When these walls surround me.
The water looks so clear.
And I jump in.
With all the delight
And thoughts of fear.
The water looks so clear.
And I jump in.
Having just thoughts so dear.
And nothing can prepare me.
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An almost perfect being.
So far from what I need.
I'm not sure what I feel.
Come spring, your flowers will wilt.
Can I let this fade?
This coming, loveless day.
When I leave this place.
I will not want your face,
To haunt my every action.
Then be free of your disaster
A dark cloud hangs overhead.
Rain will wash everything I've ever said.
A dark cloud hangs overhead.
Rain will wash everything I've ever said.
A dark cloud hangs overhead.
Rain will wash everything I've ever said.
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Be Careful
04:45
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Taking my time
Like there's a cliff to climb,
But you're stuck below me,
And there's no hope you're holding on to.
Your arms wore out,
But I was the one who quit climbing.
It feels like I'm falling, it feels like I'm falling.
When I sleep.
Let me fall
Let me fall
From your heights I created
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Lydia
09:11
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Toward the nothing.
Into the black.
Destroy our love.
Focus on the meaning.
It's out of my loveless hands now,
And given to the coming.
That exists in a cloud
That shows innocent nothing.
You'll never show
The meaning of love.
I will never see
Your childlike glow.
I found nothing
I found no one.
I found something.
That'll never show.
I found nothing
I found no one.
I found something.
That'll never show.
Understand,
I'll never hold your hand.
Please forgive me,
If you're out there.
Lydia, Lydia, understand.
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So Close to Home
06:18
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I feel your lips bleeding,
And my blood has gone missing.
A warm embrace on my spine.
To feel you pass like time.
I feel no home in these arms of yours.
I feel no home in these arms of yours.
Take me back to a home I love.
I will be gone in the spring, my love.
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It Never Rains Here
02:41
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Watching the sun shine on the sides of mountains,
Where I once found my inner peace.
You've raised me high,
And heard every word.
No man can take,
You or me away.
But this stab wound,
Never healed, Never healed.
The nails dug deep,
And I find no release.
I will forever have no one, no one.
I will forever have no one, no one.
Until the spring is washed away,
The flowers at my feet can no longer stay.
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The hope of restoring,
Leaves me feeling nothing.
Crying out for embracing.
I know none but my writhing.
In dark, I saw no light.
But thy light doth shine.
For thou art a blossom.
That blooms for the fallen.
Why would you return?
Return to make this solace.
For a life turned old.
Leaving none so cold.
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Wounds of Recollection Atlanta, Georgia
Atlanta based solo artist, Wounds of Recollection, weaves bright bursts of black metal and crushing detours into doom metal
in between somber moments of shoegaze, emo, post-rock, and drone to fuel a sound inspired by loss, coming to terms with aging, and long-forgotten simpler times.
Formed in 2014.
Created and produced anonymously and independently.
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