***Acceptance from others will never invoke one's "happiness"... if that "acceptance" can only come through "forsaking the most cherished" part of one's own being!*** =M=
Xantham Gum: vocal, guitar,(added: cello/violin via keyboard)
Mortamor: Lyrics and Thunderstorm
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***What sounds like "hissing" here is actually the keyboard's "sound of rain" being used by me for simulating a thunderstorm during this improv. The winds and thunderings sounded pretty good, but the "raining"?... not so much. Being an "improv" there was no "un-doing" or "re-doing"... so... heck! With the exception of the strings appearing midway through, this is purely improvisational. -M-
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There are pieces of myself which I must chase away,
just for me to make it through another lonely day.
I musn't touch them now. I better put them away.
And it makes for such a(lonely)nother day.
Will I ever have enough such lonely other days?
Will I get my fill and quit my lonely ways?
Don't touch them now. I have put them all away.
And it makes for such a(lonely)nother day.
It makes for lonely( so damned lonely ) nother days.
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