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The Lost Episode
04:32
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Messages are everywhere
For those who truly seek them
To justify the foolishness
Of self-inflicted pain
Enslaved by our greedy souls
The nights remain sleepless
Under the sun we’ll be deformed
We’ll glow under the rain
We are the lost episode
A scratch on the tape
We like walking backwards
Won’t you join our little game?
Once in a while I will relapse
It’s how things tend to happen
A picture that I cannot erase
Of two ghosts lost in time
And all the love I once longed for
Turned out to be unwanted
While mist embraced my little town
Under the starless sky
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Once again my footsteps led me
To the forest of delusion
Dragonflies and elves in white
But it doesn’t feel unusual
They will drag me inside
I will be alright
Hear the sound of hazy Summers
Whispering words of dreams forgotten
Dazzling mermaids and mighty knights
That reality distorted
They will take me back
I will be alright
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3. |
Shapeless Thoughts
04:00
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Stumbled upon mementos of a different life
The cherry scented candles with their decorating dust
That I never really took out of its bag
“Silence could mean a thousand things” she told me
“Please say something to let me know that you’ve been listening
All the pieces will fall in place, each one of us has a different pace”
A wreath of clouds has sneaked its way inside my living room
And brought along the residue of a Sunday kind of gloom
When dining with recurring imperfections
Am I looking for answers bigger than the questions?
I dreamt I met her once again inside a hollow mountain
Floating around, ceremoniously, were regrets and lifelong lusts
Ever so lost but never apart, her glance has carved my troubled heart
I tried to find the proper words but nothing seemed to fit
My eyes were red, my coffee black and the walls appeared to shrink
And now my life leaks through the walls, mumbling shapeless thoughts
If only you were here tonight to remind me I’m not a ghost
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4. |
Poorly Written Joke
05:08
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It’s come to my attention
That when I feel the earth
So wobbly beneath my feet
It keeps me far more placid
Compared to when a sense
Of steadiness surrounds me
I’ve kind of trapped myself in
A poorly written Joke
A part of me half-expecting you
To “meet me in Montauk”
Don’t want to get untangled
How empty life would seem
Had I not had to strive
For the chance to be redeemed?
There’s something so attractive
About this ceaseless mess
I hardly expect to convalesce
And all potential prospects
Or meanings I can bear
Will dissipate into thin air
I’ll sink within the comfort
Of the vaguest kind of hope
Where nothing new can reach me
And it’s always past o’clock
It’s hard to come to terms with
This nasty kind of bruise
But once it’s done you know
There’s very little left to lose
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Ghostly Rovers
05:12
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A feeble grasp of the main idea
Is that what you’re all about?
Growing accustomed to whatever situation
Detaches you from any kind of doubt
Faintly resembling somebody you once knew
But cannot remember where from
Seeking atonement but failing to discern
The cause of what you blame yourself for
Hidden in plain sight
In the stilness of the night
Is the fact that we wither away
Looming above us
In the form of ghostly rovers
Is relentless decay
Discouraged by the idealization
Of places you haven’t dared to explore
You remain enfolded within lukewarm discomfort
No matter how high the toll
Branches rustle to highlight their lament
Your condition is aggravating
Enormous piles of petty schemes, cheap thrills and what-ifs
Ultimately detonating
Orderly or in disarray
Everything withers away
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6. |
My Arms Bend Back
02:56
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In a pitch-shifting reality
A shady figure shot me down
Now the ink feels dried up in me
Yet my sketches lay undone
Now I live the days through the eyes
Of a child I fear to fail
Dancing backwards by the crackling flames
Throwing clues to no avail
I’m not trying to make amends
What I am is all I’ve ever been
And if this were to be the end
Some tenderness is what I hope you’d keep from me
Thought I could meander through the realms
Where bloodstains turn to milk
But the world seems to be balancing
On a slender thread of silk
I won’t mind a rainy day or two
Damp soil bears signs of growth
But what sincerely frightens me is when
The darkness is starting to unfold
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Lethe
05:28
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A pale kiss of chaos
The harmony of a smile
Sometimes it’s harder than it seems
To keep things undefined
I thought I heard our names
Echoing through the waves
Your touch could overshadow
The wrecks of shuttered dreams
Cut the distance out between
What isn’t and what is
The echoes persevere
I feel your presence near
So swim with me
Into the waters of Lethe
And if you forget my name
Keep on loving my memory
I gathered the remnants
Of what we once felt
As they fell asleep
To this bittersweet melody
I sloughed my old skin off
And dove right back inside
Sometimes it’s better to ignore
The signs of your decline
The river took your form
I smiled as if I’d known
All our neglected innocence
Will rest under the trees
Have I just granted myself
An undeserved release?
Now all my hidden doors
Are finally exposed
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Scent Remains
01:28
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Crisp water on my lips
A sacred spring
A life
Different than it may seem
The scent remains
Reside between
Weightless sails
Blemished, yet serene
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9. |
Barricade
05:00
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It’s been how many years now, I can’t even tell
Stranded on the island of your familiar patterns
I’ve written words for you, far too many to remember
But they’ve stupidly crashed like birds on your shutters
Your hand in mine becomes transparent
It seems like soon it won’t be there
Won’t be there
The boats were waltzing tenderly in the little harbour
The full moon solely shone to lighten up your amber eyes
And yet we somehow failed to mollify the anguish
Despite our heads against each other and a pair of shivering spines
Your hand in mine becomes transparent
It seems like soon it won’t be there
A slowly fading picture
No acts of heroism
I guess it’s time to let the past curl up and rest
We shared some bitter clarity in silent agreement
I said “I need you but I’ll build this barricade if I must”
I’ve written words for you, far too many to remember
But I’m pretty sure by now that these have been my last
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Thanasis Tsakirakis Athens, Greece
Thanasis Tsakirakis is an Athens-based musician, mostly known as the drummer of the favourably received TV show "Mousiko
Kouti" (Music Box).
He also plays guitar, keys and sings. In 2023 he released his debut album as a solo artist "Scent Remains"
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