mix tape
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"I was searching for the keys
all these years
but the door was always open." -
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There rises a great tempest in the sea but I am asleep
From the depths of these waters the future looks bleak
Out beyond the waves theres no turning back
Is it my reflection that shimmers in black
These liquid mirrors don’t freeze the lines on my hand
I trace and erase my face in the sand
Naked now my skin is crawling
I sit in my bones looking out from the hill
Face pressed against the window
The snow is melting and the earth is still – Nausher -
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Looking over your shoulder
Looking for promises that are kept
Dreams that are broken
Stretch out your hands to a desolate land
The wind wipes your every trace from the sand
The mirror’s cracked along the angles of your face
Where do i belong in it’s tangled embrace
The looking glass looks back at you in wonder
You look through the mask only to see a stranger
What blink of an eye, whose tear, whose stare
What fork on which road is taking you where
Sometimes I wish I could fly but where can I go
Where can I hide so my shadow wont find me
Everything I am fleeing is right here inside me.Nausher Nash Banaji -
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Looking over your shoulder
Looking for promises that are kept
Dreams that are broken
Stretch out your hands to a desolate land
The wind wipes your every trace from the sand
The mirror’s cracked along the angles of your face
Where do i belong in it’s tangled embrace
The looking glass looks back at you in wonder
You look through the mask only to see a stranger
Peel off your skin, and enter – Nausher Nash Banaji -
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Years go by and I'm here still waiting
Withering where some snowman was
Mirror mirror where's the crystal palace
But I only can see myself
Skating around the truth who I am
But I know the ice is getting thin
I run off where the drifts get deeper
Sleeping beauty trips me with a frown
All the white horses are still in bed
I tell you that I'll always want you near
You say that things change my dear
You must learn to stand up for yourself
Cause I can't always be around-
Tori Amos -
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The light of the body is in the eye
Where neither rust corrupts nor moths fly
You seek love lost in your own abyss
Crucified by the other’s silence
Waiting on night to deliver your bliss
Your soul’s at peace in a world of violence
The divine divided by divinity
Trapped in the madding throng
Walled in the other half of your insanity
Your dreams are all real your reality all wrong – Nausher Nash Banaji -
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