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Painting a Song: Season 3, Volume 2

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"A beautiful light Soft, embracing with peace Healing tranquility Ripped away, violently Mourning in darkness A bitter chill cracks my skin Seeping into me Slowly shutting me down Deep within a fire burns A pure unending rage It builds and radiates Forcing out the cold I give in to this hateful flame Stoke the embers of spite Even if it consumes me Anything over the chill of dark The storm continues to spill Burning everything around Nothing but the xanthous dance Fills my scorched vision Soon the entire world is enveloped Reduced to ash by my rage And again a once bright light Dies to usher in the dark"
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"Crispin, Sorry that it had to come to this Following instructions on your slip First I must warn it hurts a bit Briefly, State your name and purpose to the lens Rattle what you can remember then Then we can get inside your head Did you make, make it up, make it up? Did you make, make it up, make everything up? Did you make, make it up, make it up? Let’s see what’s inside, what's inside What's inside your mind Crispin, I can see your colors and they’re dull Sorry for the prodding in your skull Now let us try and take the hull Briefly, Can you take me back before the crash Sorry that the image will come back, Let’s tease apart the freak from fact Did you make, make it up, make it up? Did you make, make it up, make everything up? Did you make, make it up, make it up? Let’s see what’s inside, what's inside What's inside your mind Crispin, Sorry it's a 50-50 split Following instructions on your slip First I must warn it hurts a bit"
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"Lonely bauble on a string Strange little thing dangling on a soft wire Rescued from the bin Perfect in my arms This trinket catches the light Lost tidbit, pretty junk, it sits in my throat Safe from their clubbed paws and wild eyes They can’t hear me They won’t know it’s missing With me always On me always Keeping me company in these rotting walls In the silence between their sentences In open stretches of untouched dark In all that empty time This trinket catches the light This trinket catches the light This trinket catches the light This trinket catches the light Their steps get faster Mood builds to a high pitch Something’s wrong now Something’s gone now Big sounds, big words Bags dumped everywhere Zipper mouths hang open like cut bodies Guts all over the floor No one could’ve, who could’ve, where I hang from above Holding the thing by its thread Pretty in the soft night Slight shimmer in the corner of their eyes Panic in their faces Shock at the sight This trinket catches the light Lost tidbit, pretty junk, it sits in my throat Safe from their clubbed paws and wild eyes They can’t hear me They won’t know it’s missing"
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Paz - Sanity 02:49
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"How shall I forget you all Let you fade into shades Stalk behind the worried faces That I've only just begun to hate If I could drive you fully out Chase your birdsong from my dreams Would you blame me if I didn't? Would you pardon me in apathy? Oh golden boy Are you proud of where we've been? You carry tunes to all the songs I lack I carry weight you'll never carry back So I'm doing all the things that they said that I should do Are we doing better now? Or will we soon? I'm afraid I'll always miss you I've painted choirs with your faces Let them murmur out my fate Inserted you in photographs That you were never there to take I feel you in this space I've made You resonate and turn Unfairly though you stay, I should complain But I feel loved in how it burns Oh golden boy Are you proud of where we've been? You carry tunes to all the songs I lack I carry weight you'll never carry back So I'm doing all the things that they said I shouldn't do Are we doing better now? Or will we soon? I'm afraid I'll always miss you I hate and hope that I'll always miss you"

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Volume 2 of Painting a Song: Season 3, our 2023 monthly songwriting challenge.

The (optional) prompt was: lemon yellow

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released March 10, 2023

artwork by Charis Cochran
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