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Pasquale (A)
00:30
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Pasquale Spoken Word (A)
"Eleven cents an hour...eleven cents an hour...eleven cents an hour. We used to call them ken dolls. Mom-mom used to give us change. We would use the change to buy popcorn, Crackerjacks and go to the movies. Oh boy, those were the days though."
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2. |
Shine On
03:57
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Are you an outlaw on the run from fate?
Do you still want to taste your freedom fries?
Come forth and continue to sprint in the morning air
And hide from the fluids that bind the powers that be
The definition of love in your deadly eyes
Is obscured by the goal of epic prayer
So shine on, because you know where your future lies
And nothing will change, for better or for worse
Why, oh why, must you hide from your hate?
Anyone can see the truth in your cries
Come forth from inner sin and care
For those who work to be free
The definition of love in your deadly eyes
Makes you shout, yell and swear
So shine on, because you know where your future lies
And nothing will change, because you are cursed
Goodbye green pastures, they will never reach you
So long, farewell, goodbye
So shine on, those blue skies
They won't reach you soon
So so long, farewell, goodbye
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3. |
Questioning Logistics
03:59
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To the fallen child left in the mass destruction
Leaves behind a world full of unknown emotion
Tears filled the empty neighborhood streets
As reminiscent feelings come back to haunt
Marijuana, Bud-Light, cocaine...reasons to be high
And be the awakening factor on everyones life
Against the tide, along the winding road of human strife
Come forth, and comfort all who may be a living lie
We question all logistics behind the reasoning
Of a child who dies without any notices
Jesus Christ, heal those who are hurt and burdened
In the death of an eighteen year old
To the fallen family, left in self-destruction
To the fallen family, questioning the reasons of motion
To haunt and sadden humanity's defeats
To haunt and sadden humanity's taunts
We question all logistics behind the reasoning
Of filling a child's grave with white lotuses
Jesus Christ, heal those who are hurt and burdened
And heal all those who souls remain cold...remain cold
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4. |
Night Waltz
03:46
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The imaginative mind of our aging souls
Is hidden with our fears
Of the promises and dreams in our hearts
Is our future within our desert past?
Is it over, my darling?
Do we say it's the end?
Is it over, my darling?
Should we move on as just friends?
I wish I knew all the jagged parts
To tomorrow's failures and goals
It would be so easy to see us through the years
And put the theory to rest that nice guys finish last
Save my sorrow, for my dark side
Because no one else can turn the tide
Save my sorrow, for the night dance
As I look to the sky, I know there is no chance
It's over...
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5. |
The Sum of Nothing
01:59
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(Instrumental)
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6. |
Wind with Fire
05:12
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When you fight wind with fire
The sentence always ends up in blood
But with your worn down pair of Chucks
And the scars on your young face
You wonder what race was won
Underneath the depths of the Atlantic Ocean
Are memories of a childhood place
But when you're the only one left with emotion
And there's no one left in the flood
You wonder why you give a flying fuck
Is it the beginning of the end?
Where the radio waves leads to nowhere
Is it the beginning of the end?
Pray that someone can hear me cry
When you fight common sense with desire
Are the odds ever increased by one?
Is it the beginning of the end?
Where there's no one left to care
Is it the beginning of the end?
You feel numb enough to die
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7. |
Pasquale (B)
00:56
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Pasquale Spoken Word (B)
Interviewer:
"Did you have any dancing girls on your boat?"
Pasquale:
"There were no dancing girls on my boat. My boat was The Liberty Ship, brand new. First Southampton, England...first. Then, we went to the flank...the right flank. We were along side the railroad trestle. Twelve guys were killed. We were taken to England to the hospital. Five guys from Red Bank in the same hospital..."
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Ron Tomaino San Diego, California
From San Diego, California, singer/songwriter Ron Tomaino has written numerous compositions pertaining to the various pains and strides of humanity. Using a mixture of synthesized sound and acoustic guitars, Tomaino typically records music that portrays dark progressive rock undertones. ... more
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