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Dark Night Light Terror

by Zane Brune

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1.
I do what I want to do Not because you've told me to The parties don't mean I'm all not I'm waiting for the moment Just enduring one more torment Tomorrow only tells me how much I forgot I don’t throw away the payments That they've given to me daily I keep them hidden neatly In a box I can't understand your value Your reason or why I like you But I'll have to keep it hidden With a lock I've lost a love before In this wicked wild wide world I never know just what To expect I hope to be unchained Of this depressive sort of pain That burdens my giddy thoughts I have next So I'm thinking of the hatred That seeds the sower's farmland The past is just not what It was And I'm praying for the night-time The suffering in our time Knowing love is all that matters Because I've lost a love before In this wicked wild wide world I never know just what To expect
2.
Who Am I? 05:24
oh my, the cries of the wolves oh my, the roars and the hooves the sky is bright with stars in the woods, lurking who am I? I kept reading, I kept feeding I kept receiving infinite prey I kept teleporting I kept metal morphing I kept keeping inside who am I? I walk by the street of your home' I talk to your children at night I am in the shadows, boogin' gettin' down I don't lie I always hide I abide in a foreign state shadow me I am alive shadow be who am I?
3.
tired wind fairly breathing open eyes the light black light open signs bent over paste dirt mud guts light black light terror glass sun of rest shame eyes of condensation, apparently weak the line blind signs openly, mild child divine restless wind barely breathing flight of the open might wind words night light black bllack light terror dark in the high of nigh in line sun blind of high light dark dark light terror over me in quite thorough grasping mind sings light shape heart little figure tall meat shape light heark dark willow me there of beat over signs open wide glass moon shape rest blue in something open chest blood sweat, one breathe in breathing, light signs divine wind grinder there of on high nigh restless blue blevieving showingly out of motion light terrror fight terror divine
4.
Yesterday was dry in time the sunlight will blind us here dreary together sitting comfortably in our chair, breathing, hearing voices utter nonsense words thus repeating this blunder unfolding between us, holding hands no more teaching brothers, lovers upon other bridges jumping, pumping the gas next time in the way it moves, moving through you, the way it moves, moving through you, the way it moves... I talked you yesterday, it was dry you lied and in time my tie had become a monster a roaring bleeding monster, appalled by you you suffered the sunshine, coming through the window splitting your face down the middle in the way it moves, moving through you, the way it moves, moving through you, the way it moves...
5.
do you believe me when I tell you how it is do you believe me when there is all that there is how can there be sunshine when it is night how can we live without, night beings in doubt the coward stays home, go to the show alone cold phone, broken combs, headache, heartache and trash you never know do you realize the consequence, punishment for sins do you realize the break ups, take up to the sky how is there even a drop of your drink in your cup how is there even a sponge big enough to soak you up the widow lies in time, resides alone sometimes, foolin around cold phone, broken combs, headache, heartache and trash you never know
6.
if you can't have it your way you can never play the game right if you can't go it for play the game ends the crime that I played the game, the time was 5 AM cigarettes and wine coffee and rain I was blind to the game you hid it inside you can show me the signs If your heart skips a beat I drip my cup over for you all the time I beat my heart until it skips a beat level me with your lips I want your kiss if you can't have it any time you can never play the game right coffee, cigarettes and wine I was so blind... sometimes I feel the way you do I can't do everything to help you maybe, it is in you in the game on the side mixing merry and time coffee, cigarettes and wine in the rain I was blind to the game when you hid it inside showing me the signs If your heart skips a beat I drip my cup over for you all the time I beat my heart until it skips a beat level me with your lips I want your kiss if you can't have it any time you can never play the game right coffee, cigarettes and wine I was so blind...
7.
who do we have here? The figures in shadow who do we have here? The ghosts upon us the faces in between us the lost amung us the phantom unwinds behind the coffee gold, beholden upon his throne, divine, calling beware it up high the lights dim, music is everywhere and his face it dims up on the how up on the how the light dims, fake grins, ghosts the most, lovely hosts, a toast-O... who do we have here? The figures in shadow who do we have here? The ghosts upon us the faces in between us the lost amung us Apart the bodies, the ghost retoasts apart from the loving, apart from the savior upon the throne of coffee gold, divine
8.
before the dawn of time it was said the bed of thyme upon holy others repeated movementation in lofty groves at night I Am. I Have. I Will. Like a bird, a motion of the trees the seas rushing around me running down the line lost again here in tears mankind, mankind can't you hear? rewind rewind rewind before the dawn of time it was said the bed of thyme upon holy others repeated movementation in lofty groves, at night I Am. I Have. I Will.
9.
Bats 03:10
Where do we stand as being? Where do the martyrs hide? The cries of the unforgiving Lie next to cries of mine Torture upstairs with mischief below Pull apart the beating heart still ringing My views in twos and threes, three and three, two and two God given gifts of ours to shine If you look upon yourself in a mirror made of glass Transparent meeting, between the twos and threes Threes and twos go to the zoo in blue Coniving little masks, bats, bats, bats Hold tightly to the ears Drinking beer, bloated, overflowing goo Balloon floats up in the air With execptionally abstract flair
10.
I breathe the dream I see the sceme that I'm in you let me cave I was the same but you broke it out in his name i'm broken but true lonely without you I'm trying to rekindle the flame I'm seeing the sun shine once again you makin' me burn bad heavy on the ground repealing any notion of common devotion sun sweetly beads sweat on my brow I can only believe the sinking unholy emotion between the common ground likely to fall but believing it all the skies turn grey in a whisper of worthless sounds
11.
believe in me I creep to the wall see the trees in the paint a saintly pattern facing calls of the wild, buzzards choking on hearts of men sunder coming knowing them they steal eat and cheat the peasants play at march like sheep believe in me believe in me as I creep to the halls watching it all my face chills, sinks low I breathe low, too low to tell then I die... believe in me as I creep through the space of that distant place called memories and dreamscapes believe in me believe in me believe in me broad daylight dark nighttime moving through shadows aporting time... believe in me believe in me believe in me
12.
kind low, sign high go fro and back now to the sac relax, unwind before it all goes down having the time of your lives being the one you've meant to be mean't to grieve, mean to Ulysses come undone come undone for me having the time of your lives being the one you've mean't to be meant to grieve, mean to Ulysses come undone come undone for me come undone, repeat! repeat! repeat! come undone for me meant to grieve, mean to Ulysses

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An elaborate combination of rock, blues, poetry, funky percussion, and the unique vocal styling of Zane Brune.

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released October 2, 2014

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Zane Brune Chicago, Illinois

"Zane Brune embodies the perfect compromise between a edgy rock and roll lifer and a elusive song-writer with his own unique language and expressions. Borrowing from the vast vernacular of rock, pop, soul and alternative, Brune swings from light to darkness seamlessly and frantically within a playlist that feels like a inner travel within the most remote corners of the human psyche." ... more

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