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"Fuck You, Strong Letter To Follow"
by William J. Lever & Chris M. Lyons
Show me your caboose,
OH.
Stagnate
Or welcome growth
In shallow waters you drown
Stagnate
Or welcome growth
On weathered foliage you choke
Quick to deny the nature of truth
You vilify the virtue in mine
Grow home, boy
Mother Nature's calling
In broad brushstrokes
You paint for us a picture
Titled, "A Better Tomorrow"
An image beholden
Of a desolate horizon
The sky alive with the muted colors
Of your pollution
Smothering life that filled your lungs
The same nature that provided for you
With the last swing of this axe
Cut you down to size
With the last swing of this axe
Give me your last breath
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"Pardon Me! (Whatever For?)"
by William J. Lever
2:06 AM 1/8/2021
Buried within a cacophony of voices
In quick succession, each one louder than my own
The barrier of sound compressing
The more I try to project, the tighter it's grip
Around my throat
This compulsion to create, failing
No need for expression, mind rot
Swear it's self-fulfillment
When we both know
This is a fair shade darker
A voice within me reassures, "I need this"
I fear that I simply don't have it in me to admit
The misplaced energies I've spent
On half my life snatching at vapors
Locked in this echo chamber
Where only I, am familiar with my own name
Self-doubt reverberates
Until only lingering thoughts remain
Felt the need for change for a while now
Refusing to admit
I've lost my passion for this
I've lost my passion for this
And so many things
Call me quitter
If putting me down makes you wetter
I'll slide in
With my piece of mind
To say I tried my hardest
To be the best you've never had
Buried within a cacophony of voices
Each one louder than my own
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"Absence Makes The Heart Go Yonder"
by William J. Lever
The seconds swell within
Lungs that fill in minutes
To hours that feel the same
The days that burst like cysts
To excruciating pain
The clock, unrelenting
Shows no pity for
Those who wish for things to stay the same
Defying the strongest wills
The lust for change will persevere
Leaving in the dust
All things once cherished
A home abandoned
The walls which once knew love
Left to sit
Waiting for the rot to set in
(chorus)
The things we dare not speak
Have found a way
To bring us to our knees
A path not recognized
Twice lead astray
Leading hope to atrophy
Isolation infests the mind
Within the lonely disease incubates
Spreading from host to host
Crippling the ones you hold closest
Eyes open but the heart is blind
Unrecognized within your mind
The phantom pain, unwavering
The symptoms unchanging
Palpitations can lead to failure
(chorus)
The things we dare not speak
Have found a way
To bring us to our knees
A path not recognized
Twice lead astray
Leading hope to atrophy
(x2)
The things we dare not speak
Have found a way
To bring us to our knees
Seconds swell within
Lungs that burst in days
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Painting Shadows
03:53
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"Painting Shadows"
by William J. Lever
The dimming light
(Where shadows dance)
A final bastion of hope
(For dreams that flicker)
Bleeding in fractals of color
(Dilate)
To darken in hollowed eyes
(The dusk remains)
Wake up to deafening silence
It's not the dream that will kill you
But the reality you escape
I know it's tempting to
Bury your head underground
Use the drugs as a crutch
But it's the heart that's key
And the yearning that will guide you
To where your soul will bloom
(chorus)
Can't escape
If you don't try
Can't feel alive
If the pulse has halted
In darkness you can find the light
We could be painting shadows
Bring me back to the start
With flaslights and blanket forts
The shadow puppets
That ignited imagination
The spark of life
For something more
Than the monotony
Handed down in generations
Empty toy boxes, empty promises
(chorus)
Can't escape
If you don't try
Can't feel alive
If the pulse has halted
In darkness you can find the light
We could be painting shadows
Recover
Recover
Recover
RECOVER
Shed the weight of this trauma
Fight back the dark that ails you
Flashlight motivation
Shine back the story that defines you
Absent minded dreamer
Kick start your passion
Take hold of your dreams
No one else
Not even god will take the wheel
It's only you that fails you
Speaking in semitones
Color coded remnants of self-preservation
If you can't learn the love the light
Then say hello to darkness
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"Clouds Need Friends Too"
by William J. Lever
I have an aversion to people.
An adverse reaction, and as my throat swells
I won't speak but not for reasons you might think
it's cause these words don't work.
You know as well as I that I have my way with them
But I can't use them to help.
This situation or any of my past mistakes.
I miss my friends.
The one's I never had.
And I miss the good times,
The moments and memories we never shared.
I've my head in the clouds and I'm not coming down.
Sever the ties to the dreamer
With the scissors you took from my hands.
Into nightmares falling
I can not feel my tongue
Cause you use the words I talk with,
BITING DOWN.
If this is heaven,
This feels like hell
If this is heaven,
This feels like hell
What I am was grown from a seed within the fire of a harlot's mouth.
I am filthy but most of all what I am is worth all the while.
If you could find the freedom to take me in your mouth.
This is my nightmare.
This is heaven sent, this is hell to me.
This is heaven sent, this is hell to me.
This is heaven sent, this is hell to me...
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"Pizza Poppa Always Gets Paid!"
by William J. Lever
Behold the multiverse!
Every one of us
Every action we take
Lending new life to the tree
Branching out into these roots of possibility
As they form
A central nervous system
Cause and effect
For the whole of reality
A quantum twin, friend or foe?
Variants with varying histories
A world where the Russians rule America?
Or where your dreams of being a superstar came true?
Every one of us
Every action we take
Lending new life to the tree
Branching out into these roots of possibility
We choose our turning points
For where our lives go from here
Defying pre-destination
The path has never been more clear
Freefall into the wormhole
We reach our destination
To find the world we know altered
Though we remain the same
We find our destination altered
Cause and effect
For the whole of reality
A quantum twin, friend or foe?
Variants with varying histories
A world where Elvis never died
And red means go
We reach our destination
To find the world we know altered
Though we remain the same
We find our destination altered
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Out From The Undergrowth
03:38
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"Out From The Undergrowth"
by William J. Lever
You give me room to grow
And I'll take root to influence a change
In patterns I know you'll have to see to believe
The winter left between us
A closed casket procession
To spring back, eyes wide open
To the first signs of flowering.
Lack of support
Translated to
Lack of interference.
Time to do
What was needed
Time to be
Who I needed me to be.
An ill nature wounded the dreamer
A crown of flowers adorned
In this endless dizzying dance
You equate to romance.
Conjure up what ails you
And spew it in their face
The vines that bind you
Constrict no more
Falling through the trees
It's your choice to choose
Up or down
Falling up or down
You choose
There's a garden of flowers in your throat
A bloom of greens and yellows
Wilting from red to grey
To decay with the sentences
You use to codemn.
Used to be that you were the mother of this all.
Before you used the shadows to cast out the light.
With the changing of the leaves
Locked in this battle of
Nurture vs nature
When you know as well as I
The colors worn that day
When we arrived to discover
September came with the fall.
Conjure up what ails you
And spew it in their face
The vines that bind you
Constrict no more
Falling through the trees
It's your choice to choose
Up or down
Falling up or down
You choose
You choose whether to carry the signal
Or make us what we fear most
What we fear most
Fear
You swore surface deep
Was all this would amount to
That all my dreams would decay
With the changing of the leaves
Locked in this battle of
Nature vs nurture
When you know as well as I
The colors worn that day
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"Wooo-eeee boy! This years Santa's retiring the reindeer, and now he's got a fat horde of hogs!"
"My ex wife on the team?"
"Don't rightly know. Haven't been down to grease 'em up."
"Oh, you nasty sumbitch"
Ahhhhhh...
Sorry I could not be home for Christmas
It's a hard job being a Corporate pork salesman
"Ah goddamnit... There's pig shit in my fucking stocking!"
Breeeeeeeeeeeee...
Crimmas
Motherfuckin' crimmas
Motherfuckin' crimmas
Motherfuckin' crimmas
Crimmas
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Incandesca Old Town, Maine
Incandesca (named for the word incandescent, meaning “full of strong emotion; passionate”) began as a studio adventure
between two best friends with a passion for metal music; song-writer Chris Lyons and vocalist Billy Lever.
The project is in ever active metamorphosis.
... more
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