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Another track I've been working on for a while but finally came together quite quickly over a few days. Hopefully there's something in here for you.

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Do you ever ask, what you are doing here my love,
In the kaleidoscope of opaque walls that your reflection's of,
You are only nails to hold the frame so harden mind to take,
The hammer blow from craftsman's hands that your submission predicates,

Do you ever ask, what you are seeing here my friend,
Through the aperture that stays its course when the road before you bends,
You cannot see if your head is bowed before masters sat atop,
Thrones of gold forged by blooded hands that lack the bravery to stop,

Do you ever ask, what it is that you can feel,
On the broken concrete that cuts your knees before the altar where you kneel,
Those scars would heal if you'd only stand and set this place aflame,
So lock the doors and burn to ash a pawn out of their game,

Do you ever ask, what it is that you believe,
But before you speak please cast aside the script that you receive,
From directors that you've never met and who know not of your mind,
You cannot chance upon Valhalla's halls with their hands across your eyes,

And if you only take your upturned palms and take the rations they dispense,
You'll take your final breath my friend knowing nought of what it meant,

Do you ever speak of proclamations you have made,
To one and all and all who crawl before the oncoming cascade,
No-one can hear the words you say if you do not speak aloud,
Without a voice to call your own you are but one among the crowd,

Do you ever speak, to tell your lover of your heart,
And of how you'd weather this raging storm to stay the course that you would chart,
So take this knife and etch in stone a note for all to read,
That will tell the crowds that pass through here that love is all you need,

Do you ever speak, of a life beyond these gates,
You talk in whispered tones and only rush to hesitate,
There is a world outside these walls my friend you need only push the door,
But as you leave resist the urge to scrap their coins up off the floor,

And if you only live a life that's led by those not in your shoes,
You'll fly their flags of victory, beneath a banner you didn't choose,

Do you ever walk, beneath the waining Autumn moon,
And do you feel the rays of burning sun in the hours after noon,
There are no ties that bind the sky, nor chains that cage the sea,
So steal tools from Noah's broken hands and build an ark to set you free,

Will you ever walk, in sandals made of cloth,
And will you follow close where angels tread where you've heard stories of,
So prise yourself from splintered boards and thrust bleeding hands out wide,
For if they cut you down before you breach their walls then at least they'll know you tried,

And as your soul runs free you'll set afoot things your masters can't contain,
And they'll scream aloud of mutiny, as you brand them with your name

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from Notes From The Pacific Coast, released October 7, 2017
Written and recorded by Ray Zimmerman
Lyrics by Ray Zimmerman

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