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Illusions
04:54
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There were times that the lighting created illusions
and I let their distractions determine my pace
I was poised, and so eager and ready to get there
unaware of things that I’d miss on the way
it’s a bitter escape from this world that we made
and these things that we love to pretend that we hate
but we don’t, we just see them as part of some problem
Make it count. Make them moments and days to remember
when they’re gone, they will never be looked at the same
It’s a time that I kept with harrowing haste
while everyone else moved with steadying pace
now I’m watching and waiting to take it all in, while I’m still here
I refocus my sights on the looks on each face
every time that I pull away from a parting embrace
Take in all that I see, question all that it means
knowing someday we’ll all be diseased then released
Now we’re opening palms, so poised to receive
everyone asks, because everyone needs
we’re constantly changing, but it’s a lateral growth
unaware of the things that we’re missing the most
till they’re here and we just can’t pretend to ignore them
make it count, or just pack it up and put it away
It’s a bitter escaped from this world that we made
and these things that we love to pretend that we hate
but we don’t… we just see them as part of some problem
that doesn’t exist.
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2. |
Polish Soil
05:08
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There’s a house with the light on
at the bottom of the hill
there’s a car in the driveway
and a cold December’s chill
there’s a voice that keeps calling
calling me insides
I remember every detail of that night
Now the sounds, so familiar, as the voices start to talk
and the hum of the chatter starts to drown out all the clocks
There are pictures that I’m shown from my grandmother’s home
of a family I don’t know born on Polish Soil
but everyone I saw was a stranger to me
Accurate depictions of a time and a place
not aware of how their lives would someday change
now those times seem so long ago
They were all just people
scared like me and you
they were all just people
they did what I’d do
despite the things that I’d say without being faced with the same
It’s only just talk, unchallenged, unchanged
I’ve never had to live afraid to be who I am
denying my name just to hide through my skin
We all have a story, with parts that don’t get told
every light casts a shadow. Watch the darkness, miss the glow
In every picture I was shown from my grandmother’s home
of a family and life that I have never known
I saw myself in everybody’s face
without their old world values and old world views
and the passing of ideas from the grown to the youth
ideas that should have died off long ago
But, we’re all just people
so flawed by our deign
and we’re all just people
washing our eyes
in hopes to one day make sense
of these things that we just can’t understand
but we only just talk
too scared to dirty our hands
despite the work I’ve done
there’s so much left to put in
I’m seeing that now
and I’m learning from it
Finding the ways to accept all these things I can not change
cause I know if I don’t they still happen either way
Show me how to forgive all I wish I just let go
open hands, lose their grip, make the burdens less to hold
Show me love in a way I have never felt before
show me home, show me faith, make the words mean something more
than just ways to accept all these things I can not change
when I know, when I know, they’ll still happen either way.
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3. |
Partition
00:51
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4. |
The Darkness
05:08
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I spend my time with all these people
who always make me feel the same
Some days I see myself as part of them
Some days I choose to stay away
Some days I never see it coming
until it shakes me to my core
I see my life start to get away from me
in ways it hasn’t done before
and I can’t fear what’s still left to feel
if i don’t fear not feeling this at all
On the darkest days
Light is colorless haze
and we all see it in different ways
Spending time in all these places
that always make me feel this way
I think if I just went away from here
who would notice the change
Some days I never see it coming
until it shakes me to my core
God and hope have slipped away from me
Now they’re not here anymore
and I can’t fear what’s still left to feel
if I don’t fear not feeling this at all
On the darkest days
light is colorless haze
we all see it in all different ways
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5. |
Quiet Breaks
04:29
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Just put your hands down
and allow us to see your face
one honest moment, one look at what this really is
there are parts to this that nobody sees
in what the quiet breaks can really mean
Let’s shift the focus
we could all use some time away
life’s got this funny way
of showing us where we’re needed
Now outside each night I leave the lights on
on the back porch and remember
exactly where I was back then
that feeling, like these walls were slowly breathing
I can hear them from the top room
where every night I laid awake
thinking of the perfect words I never quite find
we rarely ever get them right
when it’s over, it’s not what you say
it’s all in how the quiet breaks
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6. |
The Glow
04:02
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Spending time with all these people
always makes me feels this way
I gave myself to get away from them
and still nothing really changed
There’s still days I feel it coming
it still shakes me to my core
I watched my life get away from me
and I just can’t do that anymore
I can’t see what’s still left to fear
cause now I don’t fear feeling this all
I have seen the glow and all the colors it shows
there’s still purpose in this to hold
Spending time in all these places
where all the people think the same
I choose my words with different context
the conversations start to change
There’s still days I feel it coming
It still shakes me to my core
I start to live how life was meant for me
like I couldn’t do before
I can’t see what’s still left to fear
cause now I don’t fear feeling this all
I have seen the glow and all the colors it shows
there’s still purpose in this to hold
I can’t see what’s still left to fear
cause now I don’t fear feeling this all
When I see the glow and the color that’s shown
show me purpose
show me purpose
show me purpose
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7. |
What is God?
04:21
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God is not religion
it’s a means to show us hope
but God is just a concept you agree with or you don’t
Churches, Mosques and Temples
These prayers from me and you
Is this a house of worship? or is it just a room?
I’ve only seen divisions
and wars fought in it’s name
but God is not a country, nor a clergy, nor a place
It’s everything and nothing, in these moments we exist
maybe seeing God is redefining what that is.
Our beliefs are often given and rarely ever gained
by the things we’re shown as children
from the lineage of our names
Bursting with potential, this entire human race
but if we can’t live with each other,
then we don’t deserve this place
After all, we’re just mortal beings
and if we can’t learn from our past atrocities
we’ll just keep pushing these old ghosts into new homes
and pretend they haven’t been there before
imagine what this could be, free from all
divisions we don’t need anymore
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Scott Siskind Baltimore, Maryland
Scott Siskind is an American singer-songwriter whose music is raw, reflective and heartfelt. Branching off from his other musical project, rock quintet Vinny Vegas, Scott is now sharing with us his new solo work, "Old Ghosts, New Homes”. Poignant, honest and relatable songwriting delivered by a voice that draws you in and lyrics that convince you to stay. ... more
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