Old Gods of the Mortal Part
from Frozen in the Center of its Cold and Slowly Dying Love by David Lindstrom
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my ivory horn that never sleeps it guides my eyes through mud and weeds to waters deep for me to steep in sounding pleasures endlessly
but I keep tabs on myself while I want nothing much else
I’m not made of stone just skin and bone strung up to nerves I can’t control that move the earth for all I know that plant the seeds and make them grow
but I have to live with that self while I might want something else
though in this moment I’ve found peace
a different place a different pace to the way I breathe
in this moment I’ve found peace
a different pace a different place for my mind to be
how come every time I hold a mirror up to the face of reason it cramps up and folds to its own reflection is reason’s only function to replace the face of god is my mind wired to such dogmas as my nerves are to my mind there is so much sensory construction between subjects that I find it hard to believe in anything
so sure god is dead but there’s a new one in my head
and you cant escape what relies on lack of faith
am I drunk or is this peace/ is this peace or am I just asleep
but I keep tabs on myself while I want nothing much else
I’m not made of stone just skin and bone strung up to nerves I can’t control that move the earth for all I know that plant the seeds and make them grow
but I have to live with that self while I might want something else
though in this moment I’ve found peace
a different place a different pace to the way I breathe
in this moment I’ve found peace
a different pace a different place for my mind to be
how come every time I hold a mirror up to the face of reason it cramps up and folds to its own reflection is reason’s only function to replace the face of god is my mind wired to such dogmas as my nerves are to my mind there is so much sensory construction between subjects that I find it hard to believe in anything
so sure god is dead but there’s a new one in my head
and you cant escape what relies on lack of faith
am I drunk or is this peace/ is this peace or am I just asleep
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from Frozen in the Center of its Cold and Slowly Dying Love,
released March 30, 2015
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David Lindstrom St Cloud, Minnesota
David Lindstrom, described as "captivating, haunting, abstract and perplexing" (Nanobot Rock), is an eclectic band from central Minnesota. Their music spans from intricately finger picked folk rock to dark ambient soundscapes resulting in songs that are "rhythmically complex and creatively engaging" (Divide and Conquer). ... more
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