Scoundrels and Dreamers

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Recorded from ancient times until the present.
You know those weird times where you read into a situation and then afterward realize nothing? This is one of those.

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released May 25, 2015

K.R. Brodmerkel - Everything

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Track Name: Scoundrels and Dreamers
The deeds and dreams
Bound to our brief lives
Binding, unwind
Our hands are not tied
Fight to survive
Ambivalent life

our strife - alive
Binding, unwind
And so it seems
We're all bound to
those deeds and dreams
Scoundrels, Dreamers
nature unfolds
surroundings shape
neither filthy
or much cleaner

At the end
of the day
Our choices
Shape our paths
Each path muddied
No pool unclouded
Nothing is perfect here

There's nothing In this world
In stark black and white
If you see in monochrome
you've over-simplified my dear

I stood skipping stones
at the water's edge
two spiders soon had
descended, perching

on the ledge, Us much
like them, free to roam
sharing this random
ambivalent home
Track Name: Those Ancients
Ignore the word
Anoint nothing here
Do not revere
ancient falsehoods now

do not elevate
the common place
we are not elevated
do not consecrate anything

nothing sacred
no divinity
nothing profane
only morals now

the ancient culture
turn the ideals
of those ancients away
modern life
needs no cult
or stone tablet
to dictate outmoded law

leave those ancients
in museums and
shifting white sands
to be looked upon

as curiosities
and nothing more
let the gospels fall
on row after row
of empty seats
Track Name: Matches
Flame to tinder
smolder
matches, sulfur
glowing
Ignite, matches
ignite
promptly explode
who knew

about the trove
beneath
flimsy floor of
the hearth
tremors shaking
Town hall
it only took
matches
Track Name: Be Brave
Be brave, fear not
those emboldened
stave off the rot
summon all the courage
you have inside yourself

live as you see fit
without the destruction of
others each step a step forward
be without fear

star, be brave
do not fear
those mistakes
errorless
existence
life unlived
star, triumph!
do not fear
the challenge
sharpen mind
increase strength
star, be brave

in a celebrated state
or obscurity rewarding
be brave
look back and laugh
at hardships

star, be brave
do not fear
those mistakes
errorless
existence
life unlived
star, triumph!
do not fear
the challenge
sharpen mind
increase strength
star, be brave
Track Name: Passionate, Virulent
Passion becomes a virus
coursing through your veins
replicating
negating your will
you succumb

you find yourself on fire
with only fuel in sight
I burned, consumed
passionate, virulent, sick
Track Name: Dreams Are My Coffin
Entombed by expectations
Entombed by what we seek
I am shackled to
my aspirations
I am buried and
dreams are my coffin
I strive, I dream
I struggle

Entombed by our shortcomings
Always wishing to be
someone else
somewhere else
contentedness always
just out of reach
I carry on, buried
dreams are my coffin

Where are you going?
What are you doing?
Achieve your life's goals
Run from the ruins
Savor the sunshine
avoid inhumation

Entombed by our shortcomings
Always wishing to be
someone else
somewhere else
contentedness always
just out of reach
I carry on, buried
dreams are my coffin

Aspire
Elevation
Dreams become
Filled up ballasts

Dreams are my
coffin, my grave
Entombed by
goals and yearning
Track Name: Weird Times
Days pass
faces warp
perceive
weird times here

how did I get here?
how did things get weird?

Friends as ghosts
fading away
losing touch

the past undead
alive only
in thought

things shift
into mists
weird times now
where do lives go?
when do dreams die?
the slow decline
strange days, weird times
I recall a voice
now shrouded

Hearing floods approach
my memories distort
Events appear
at the tips
of my fingers
and I relive
those blue weird times
I am lost
I am nil

It is strange
to find it here
buried beneath mud

My private heirloom
my private mind
all it sees:

weird times. weird times.
I weave some cloth
at warping loom
dust motes trapped
in the beam of the moon
My tapestry now grows
draped across the floor

Neural, the cloth
grows out
the joints
separate and
out falls
grout I
jolt awake to
find again my
self sleeping in
decrepit den