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Clover
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I am full of clouds
And I am full of rain
Tempest and torment and anger
The volumes I contain
I am quiet longing
I am raging pain
I will tear myself apart
and set my world aflame
I am made of stardust
A miracle mistake
A billions chance to comprehend
With little left at stake
I am all that’s sacred
and I am all that’s wrong
I leave the keys beside the gate
I know I don’t belong
A deserving heart still beats within this chest
My blood still flows to that I can attest
Bury me beneath a bed of clover
I’ll rest when it’s over
With every shred of will I still possess
Carried by a wave that’s yet to crest
Bury me so very dark and deep
I’m longing for the sleep
I am smoke and mirrors
and I am what you see
Perception is reality
I’m a distant memory
I am an apology
I am all regrets
I only seem to let you down
A wound that time forgets
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Lost Signal Cooperstown, New York
Upstate New York’s Lost Signal extracts the marrow of euphoria, pain, and everything in between to craft his electronically driven soundscapes. As if writing the score to life’s mundane, Lost Signal is a metaphor for reconnecting that which is broken: reminding us that it’s all in the details. ... more
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