Faithful comrad, always blameless / Ceaseless echo, future aimless
Faulty thoughts leave me remanded/ (to) repeating dreams, a life abandoned
Battle of wills within my head/ Nothing settled and nothing said
Reality Check: Well, we are off to the hospital to have a baby. My presence here will be intermittent at best. In case I don't get the chance to return before the song ends, I'd like to say how much of a pleasure it has been perticipating in this initial release of hookist. I'd also like to thank Brad for taking the time to not only read over our lines but in giving such great critical feedback. Hope to see you soon. -- Robert
A story from my past and simply writ/ A book about my life without me in it
A tale of me that never came to be/ A movie filmed and paused eternally
Hookist is great, Brad is paving the way. Sadly I'll be out of town for a day.
A battle of the wills among the crowd/ A figure moves toward me unavowed
A twisted tale that weaves an evil spell/ The rightful prelude to my private hell.
Before me she stands, disheveled and wet. A recognized face but we've never met.
Before me I see what has come and gone. Behind me I fear is tomorrow's dawn.
In the glimpse of an eye nothing is seen. The past meets present and all that's between.
The smell of rain, a flash of light / The scene is lit, turns back to night
The walkway is wet, the ground turned to mud. My heart feels at home while fear chill's my blood.
City lights break through the mist and the rain. A stark reminder of long ago pain.
I see myself disheveled, downtrodden. A former life lived but now forgotten?
The smell of fresh rain, a flash of bright light. Uneasiness abounds, and spreads through the night.
The moment was surreal, a foggy dream. Familiar face which I have never seen.
My senses gone amuck, both false and real. Absurd, the catalyst, though false, revealed.
My senses gone amuck, both false and real. Absurd the catalyst, falsely strong, revealed.
A feeling found within, a bold recollect. Like brazen summer winds, seen, never felt.
A distant memory tapped, elusive in thought. Like an age-old ingredient and a never used pot.
A distant memory tapped, elusive in thought. Like age-old ingredient and a never used pot.
A deed done new, remembered old again. A dream that's recognized, faintly found within.
Surreal the moment, foggy dream akin. A distant thought recalled, a past recollection.
Song topic: Something pirate themed... Arrr...
Song topic: Something nautical (Ocean, waves, water, etc...)
Song topic: Let's actually do one based in space this time... :}
The withered Earth behind us, we shot into space. Did we sing our final chorus or save the human race?
The oceans start to boil, the skies begin to burn. A judgement placed upon us, a final lesson learned.
Satellites in space, we are the fallen stars. The modern human race, nothing left but scars.
Devils found among us, demons we awoke.Thrust upon our children, is this our final joke?
Eyes set on the future, the past upon our brow.Unto trusted children, have we nothing left to vow?
No remedy within, we reached for the stars. A doomed Earth behind us, we aimed to conquer mars.
Reaching out with celestial hands in hopes to gain a friend. Only silent desolation to find us in the end.
Speeding through the universe like a stone being skipped. No given destination for our planetary ship.
Eyes set on the future, the past upon our brow. The time to act has come and gone, what options have we now?
Our deeds placed in motion, no need for retrospect. A time for a reckoning, a cure for our neglect.
The atmosphere polluted, all resources ran dry. Inevitable dilemma, betrayed children cry.
Our lives stored in the cloud, too late for sad regrets. The time grows near for a celestial reset.
We reach to the stars among celestial shores. With hyperactive drives and warp-enabled oars.
Our past written in stone, too late for sad regrets. The time grows near for a celestial reset.
The atmosphere polluted, all resources ran dry. Inevitable dilemma, our hopeless children cry.
Our deeds placed in motion, no need for retrospect. A time for retribution, a cure for our neglect.
Now I lay me down to sleep, strange dreamworks fill my head, tomorrow comes another day, such hope is often said.
Leave this Earth far behind, exploring space throughout my mind.
Retribution on our hands, war paint upon our face. As we marched into battles, we dreamed into space.