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Torrential downpours cause localized flooding and many upset cats. Along with these frequent rain, from gentle drizzles to heavy rainfall, there seems to be a flux of Magicka drawn in particular to water sources. Occasional jet streams of warm air make narrower tunnels harder to navigate. On occasion, the rain intensifies, becoming howling storms with sleet or large hail. However, the temperatures overall are a little warmer, with snow and ice in temperate caves somewhat receding.
cw: near-child death, violent secondhand flashbacks to assisted suicide, emetophobia
after nearly drowning in a hatch gone wrong, damask emerges with her father's help. barely breathing, she edges her way into consciousness and develops an instinctive interest in her grandfather's remains, articulated around her broken chrysalis. auré tells the story of the first king and the family he built as she approaches aza'zel's bones. in a stroke of innocent curiosity, she makes magical contact with them and relives his assisted suicide at the hands of his son and auré's brother, eythan. her father eases the ensuing panic and takes her to a pool for a drink and a wash. here, she sees her reflection, adopts from auré the beginnings of an identity, and chooses her name before slipping away into sleep — left with thanatophobic trauma that will haunt her for cycles upon cycles to come.
cw: intense panic attack, graphic animal harm/death, emetophobia; heavy thread
determined to develop her skills in magic and exercise her independence, damask embarks on her first hunting expedition. eating has been a constant struggle, and she finds that birds are much more palatable for her than rodents, spurring her to pursue prey that looks an awful lot like her. at first, she takes to the chase with verve and skill, easily dispatching her quarry — but over the course of a harrowing kill, she connects the dots between the food she needs and the visions of death she so viscerally fears.
damask finds an altricial baby bird, freshly hatched and completely alone. she's been keeping an eye on his chrysalis, and she elects to dip her toes into the waters of socialization by engaging him in play — only to find that she's way in over her head, with masquerade on the verge of imprinting; her name is the first word in his mouth. thoroughly overwhelmed, she distracts him, contains him, and sneaks away to collect her father for help. masquerade goes missing not long afterward, but the encounter seeds a lasting discomfort around kids, especially those who might depend upon her.
venturing outside of canis for the first time, damask stumbles upon a peculiar sort of nest. it's populated with myriad tools, a roasting campfire, and a small collection of wooden statuettes, which she takes a particular interest in. somebody's home, though: an equally peculiar inhabitant, humanoid with a full set of coverings and a pair of clever hands. despite her initial anxiety, attikias proves a kind soul, introducing her to the concept of artwork and crafting. he offers to teach her how to carve, and she gladly takes him up on it. she'll be putting her new skill on the shelf, for now. in a few cycles' time, though, attikias's lesson in woodworking will have become truly invaluable to her.
cw: intense panic/respiratory attack, flashbacks to singing for the sun
it's damask's second-cycle birthday — and her time to fly, courtesy of a mystery mentor she has yet to meet. upon his arrival, she finds to her dismay that said mentor is: eythan, auré's brother — someone she recognizes from her traumatic flashback to aza'zel's death. the relationship is chilly at first, characterized by awkward attempts at rapport from eythan and recurrent rejection by damask. and yet, and yet — as she takes her wings for their first-ever spin (she's a natural!), she begins to warm up to him, even if he is a little rough around the edges. however, the lesson goes awry when damask flies a little too close to the sun, resulting in a violent bout of panic and respiratory distress.
testing her wings on a foray into the room of stars, damask chances upon a companion to whom she takes an immediate liking. it's ashtoreth, her free-thinking half-aunt — but somehow, she feels more like a newfound sister. after composing a duet through magical mimicry, they conspire to invent a new language together: not of speech and sound, but of sign and motion. as it turns out, they're a lot alike ... both a little troubled, but content to leave their bones in their respective closets while they're with one another. they set off to explore orion, forming a lasting bond in which damask feels relatively safe and understood. it's the best day she's ever had, and she won't have anything like it for cycles to come.
cw: passage with flashbacks to singing for the sun and heart still pumping
at long last, damask meets her grandmother, giggle: the bonebound's seer, advisor, and matriarch. she's nervous at first, hoping to make a good impression, but she starts to outlast her anxiety ... until giggle lets slip that eythan is in truth damask's life-giver, turning her world upside down. furious with auré and desperate to impress, she throws herself into her first training session. however, the situation continues to put strain on her nerves, and giggle is starting to get suspicious. damask parries her concerns, only to grow increasingly frustrated as her grandmother presses the issue — urging her to open up without fear of showing weakness by asking for help. giggle asks questions she doesn't know how to answer, and damask is just about ready to snap ... but once she finds the courage to set boundaries, the seer accepts her wishes and backs off. they part on ostensibly acceptable terms, but underneath the surface, this initial interaction sets a precedent for a rocky relationship between them.
cw: extreme intentional dissociation; heavy thread
after several days spent alone in orion, damask confronts auré over her hidden parentage, demanding answers. her father is visibly torn apart by remorse, stirring emotions that damask is too afraid to express — so she calls on her magic and borrows his, unbeknownst to him. softened (if horribly and rather literally out of it), she learns from her father that he kept the secret by eythan's request; that she was conceived as a keepsake of aza'zel's stone, in case of auré's fall in the war against mother; and that her future is her own to decide. he rattles off a list of suggestions as to what she might become, and all are appealing, but one in particular touches her heart in a way nothing ever has — to become his next of kin. swollen with unspoken aspirations, damask reconciles with her father and takes him home to canis.
continued in clouds made of ambien
out exploring the tunnel between orion and polaris, damask encounters a hulking colossus, the likes of which she's never seen. called orthoclase-alpha (alpha for short), it — (no,) they prove more intelligent and more complex than she ever could've guessed, if very taciturn and far from friendly. they're looking for a sort of magical object, and neat as it sounds, damask isn't half as interested in this as she is in alpha themself. under the pretense of helping them look, damask approaches them sideways, testing and psychoanalyzing them as her fascination grows. alpha's temper flares, but she figures out how to defuse their aggression: make them think. with the object they're seeking nowhere to be found, she persuades them to go looking in polaris with her at their side.
continuation of chloroform sky
it's damask's first time in polaris, and the place has her starry-eyed with awe. fellow newcomer alpha doesn't feel quite the same way. strung-out by the openness and unfamiliarity of the room in combination with a failing spell, they lash out at her and almost storm away — but she stops them in their tracks, quickly learning how to tap into their insecurities and navigate their tangled psyche. this is definitely not about that thing alpha was looking for anymore. she continues to push with attempts at discussing and demonstrating their respective magics, but alpha resists, giving little back. they do, however, admit to something that surprises her: they value life, and they'd consider taking hers a waste. feeling she's misjudged them and made a mistake in treating them as a puzzle rather than a person, she ducks out with scarcely another word.
rallied to action, damask arrives with bonebound and others to assist a frail stranger known as lorekeeper, this close to drowning. after resuscitating her through wind magic and firsthand experience, damask follows the rest on the path to the chambers. lorekeeper tells a mystifying tale of loss and failure — along with, most striking of all, a surface above and beyond the caves. "no ceiling," she says; "just a yawning expanse ... of sky." it's a lot to take in, and damask is wonderstruck by the story. at eythan's suggestion, she leads the party back to lorekeeper's den. tension rises invisibly between damask and giggle, however, and it's just about too much to take. the moment their charge is settled in with her belongings, she's gone.
there's trouble in paradise, and damask accompanies her father and some of the ther bonebound on a grand assembly headed by a master, an overseer, and a powerful leader. here, she absorbs a veritable deluge of information, much of which she lacks the context to interpret. when the master astraea demands children to satisfy the powers that be, auré fights for a fairer compromise, demonstrating his character and his mettle as king. emboldened by her father, damask asks about the surface above, and astraea gives her a little more to dream about. all said and done, the caves are left in shaky equilibrium ... for now.
cw: graphic violence; heavy thread
not too long ago, auré played a part in activating a mysterious set of rings, opening up a new chamber in polaris: the place of ascension. inside it, he found emuh, a shadowy figure who challenged those present to come back and take a sort of test, when they were ready. auré's decided that it's his time to prove himself, and damask goes with him to provide encouragement and support. confined to the sidelines, she can only watch with bated breath as auré struggles, reluctant to kill the beast sent after him. only when he's battered close to death does he use his magic against it, and it's not a pretty sight to see. he passes the test (barely), but it's left him a bloody wreck with a broken wing, uncertain of what he's really won. the ordeal has done enough damage to force him into his chrysalis to recover. as he falls into tortured sleep, he promises a very torn-up damask that he'll wake up; she promises him that she'll be there.
continued in it's just a shame, that's all
damask's got to tell giggle. she'd really rather not, but it was auré's last wish before he went to sleep, and it has to happen. physically and emotionally exhausted after what she's seen, she approaches her grandmother and delivers the report, uneasy all the while, unsure of what reaction she's going to get. giggle takes it rather well, actually. she asks to be shown to auré's chrysalis, and damask complies, quietly reluctant. they agree to meet at the entrance to polaris.
cw: implied disordered eating; continuation of hold my home
damask brings giggle to auré's chrysalis, wrestling to keep her emotions in check at the sight of it. all's well at first: her grandmother thanks her for her commitment to auré, and it looks as though she'll trust her to keep watch until he wakes up. however, things go sour when giggle insists on twice-daily visits, among a slew of other measures to monitor and safeguard the chrysalis. for once, damask actually tries to stand up for herself — but "it's not about you," giggle says, and damask is absolutely crushed, taking it as an accusation of arrogance and selfishness. it's another instance in a pattern of unpredictable, undermining behavior that leaves damask resentful and frustrated, more with her own apparent failings than with giggle herself. a sense of dread sets in — without her father around, she may very well start to spiral, and she knows it. it's going to be a rough couple of weeks.
cw: disordered eating, intense panic attack, emetophobia; heavy thread
auré emerges from his chrysalis, very dazed and struggling to cope with the trauma of his trial. after two starving, sleepless weeks, damask is an absolute wreck. she tries and tries, overcome with concern and frustration, to keep the spotlight on her father. yet, he refuses, bringing it back every time to her. on what was originally giggle's recommendation, she warily agrees to make a home for herself and to remain open to the possibility of an apprentice. but there's something she's been wanting to talk about. it's the best and only chance she's got, and her inhibitions are substantially lowered — so she reveals to her father that she wants to be his next of kin, to what she finds a very hesitant reception; auré won't be announcing her aspirations at the upcoming meeting. enter: the worst disappointment damask is ever likely to face. never mind that, though. it'll take her father some time to recover from this, and she'll put everything she has into supporting him and their family from here on out ... even as her heart weighs heavy, heavy, heavy.
damask begins to slide into a depressive episode after her conversation with auré. today, she's hiding out at the place in orion she's tentatively designated as her home — perfecting a set of wooden wind chimes she's carved ... and practicing a spell with which she's becoming increasingly preoccupied. just one problem with her choice of locale, though: it may be out of most individuals' reach, but fellow bonebound kerberos is not one of them. almost impossibly big-hearted, he couldn't be happier to meet her, and she fumbles to match even a fraction of his delight in return.
cw: heavy thread
auré calls a meeting to bring the bonebound up to speed and begin delegating duties. publicly reminded of her shot-down aspirations and forced to stay silent, damask is a silent face in the crowd, quietly humiliated, nothing short of miserable. a group of survivors from a trial in hydra — tourists, she calls them — insert themselves into the meet, raising arguments against any form of cooperation with the masters after what they've been through. simmering with frustration and self-loathing, damask shifts the crosshairs away from between her own eyes: better to sublimate her messy emotions into simple, righteous anger and take it out on an acceptable target — especially with the toll they're taking on auré, who grows increasingly weary and unhappy. when further details come to light and complicate her black-and-white view of the survivors, she struggles to find a balance between her sense of empathy for their plight, her protectiveness over her father, and her own festering feelings. by now, the meet has officially fallen into shambles. damask steps up to show their guests the door.
the caves' finest magicians assemble to strut their stuff and prove who among them is the best of the best. damask might've liked to compete, but she's chosen against it on account of her anxiety problem; too much could go wrong. instead, she stands beside pride and auré as a judge. she thrives on the analytical aspects of the task, and it's her honor to announce first place, a winner for whom she personally spoke. yet, it's one worry after another: alpha's wounded presence; her father's post-traumatic stress; an overwhelming feeling that she's out of her depth. much as she'd like to have a nice time, and hard as she tries to play the part, the headspace of the hour is overpowering — even as she bows out to go home with auré, offering hers as the shoulder to lean on.
laid very low at this point, damask is reluctantly obliged to attend the emergence of her family's newest addition. the child is eythan's, and he dotes upon them with all his heart ... a kind of love that disheartens damask to see, given her complicated relationship with him. it doesn't help matters when the hatchling seems to take a liking to her. despite the cocktail of emotions stirring inside, she plays her part with the greatest grace she can muster.
cw: passage with flashbacks to singing for the sun; heavy thread
denial and distraction: damask's favorite way to handle an ever-worsening downward spiral. out gathering food and "enrichment" (read: extracurricular gifts) for the bonebound's youngest members, damask hears a cry — for help, she decides. the source? wilder, an old friend of auré's. the two of them have since fallen out, and even without the details, she knows something's there. still, she's a sucker for a damsel in distress, and she immerses herself in trying to help a panic-stricken wilder feel better. she appeals to the subject of wisps, remembering wilder's act at the olympics and sensing that it might be an interest of hers. in so doing, damask attempts to learn the spell herself — both for wilder and for her father, who finds comfort in the little familiars ... only for her to find that it comes from the same wellspring as the one behind her childhood trauma. here's where it starts to get messy.
something strange is going on in the northern reaches of polaris — a blizzard with no apparent cause or precedent. with damask, that's considered cause for alarm. and yet: auré's first thought upon her report? a field trip for avi, damask's little cousin. designated as their tour guide, she leads avi and their (avi's, to be clear) father eythan to go and see the snow. it's meant to be a fun little excursion, but tension lingers between between damask and eythan, distant and uncertain with one another ever since avi's arrival.
canis is supposed to be home, but it sure doesn't feel like it. far away from her place in orion, struggling to sleep among the bones, damask employs a number of strategies. the latest: kicking around a shoddy little wicker ball she's made out of twigs. she hears something, though, and against her better judgment, she goes to investigate. what she finds is an impressive bone fort and the architect responsible, an eccentric character by the name of kaimana. she's unnervingly perceptive, and she starts to push too hard for comfort. yet, her intentions are clearly benign. somewhere on the side, she poses a quick little question, something damask has never been asked before — and somehow, somehow, that helps just a little. kaimana's expecting a child of her own, she says, and noting the wicker ball, she asks to commission something for them. damask is game.
with the apparition of strange, floating crystals, the snowstorm in polaris has been ramping up, and today, it finally comes to a head. a call to arms resounds from within the blizzard, where a great battle is about to be fought; a golem was foretold at the entrance to a new cave by the name of ursa, and at last the time has come to defeat it. nothing about this feels anything but wrong. the bonebound have been preparing for cycles, but without the summons from astraea, all they've got on the scene is damask — self-stationed in polaris, on suspicion that something like this might happen. she answers the call, but the cold is too much for her lungs to tolerate. unable to stand and fight, she races off to spread the word. in the end, auré chooses not to send any of theirs, but a handful of passersby do join the fray on her account.
it's been ten days since the golem was defeated — and since the earthquake that followed, opening new passageways in the caves. most notable: the opening in the east wall of canis. after some deliberation on auré's part, damask ventures in with her father in tow, seemingly prepared for whatever might lie at the end of the tunnel. exploration is far from the only thing on her mind, though — there's something she knows that auré doesn't, and keeping it a secret is tearing her to pieces.
times are changing, and whatever comes, the bonebound need to be ready for it. to that end, auré's entrusted damask with training their three youngest members — her little cousin, avi, among them. it's a daunting assignment, especially for damask. kids are impressionable, and she's scared to death that she'll find a way to screw this up. but, well ... damn, if these kids aren't charming — they deserve her best, and if there's anything she can do about it, that's what they'll get.
auré stops by the cairn of an old friend, vincenzo, to mourn his death in a past trial. astraea has charged the bonebound with protecting a whistleblower, and if they fail, he will demand two of theirs for the next. knowing this, auré fears for the future and his family's safety. he's determined to step in as a sacrifice, if necessary, but he needs to know that he'll leave something behind. all of this he tells his brother eythan — not the best counselor, but a good listener nonetheless. eythan does have one piece of advice: for auré to consider becoming a father. overwhelmed and uncertain, the young king agrees to think about it; but is he really ready?
after violent developments with astraea's assignment, the bonebound are thrown into jeopardy. some may be lost if forced into the trials; others in a war against a new threat looming over the caves. auré calls on eythan, reminded of their conversation, and arrives at a decision: he wants to make a child. but he's missing something — the task requires magic, not only his stone. eythan agrees to assist, reassured that he can act as an uncle rather than a second father. a new life kindles in the first bone king's cairn, born of his sons.
auré goes to his mother giggle, seeking comfort and guidance after the dust of war has settled. his confidence is shaken, both because of the trauma and because of his deteriorating relationship with an old friend. giggle urges him to take care of himself, a message he struggles with ... but he has something else on his mind: the growing chrysalis he's made. giggle is floored by the news — quietly upset with auré's impulsiveness and eythan's involvement. still, she's supportive, and together, mother and son forge a new tradition: a first reading for unborn bonebound, beginning with this one. for them the bones predict a problem. however, they say also that the problem can be worked through, and that the child will ultimately find joy, community, and rich rewards. good omens, giggle says — save for one of them, the very first. enter damask's future.
after a few weeks of damask's visits and more than a few nonconsensual ventures into her mind, giggle chooses to confront auré. there's something wrong with damask, she says: the kid's a nervous, miserable wreck, and there's no getting through to her; as she ages, she's only getting worse, despite her growing aptitude in hiding it. some friction develops between giggle and auré — he's upset with her aggressive approach, but she asserts that he should be doing more as a father. the hyena prescribes three hopeful remedies. first, a home for damask; second, an apprentice or a friend to teach and train with; and finally, honest communication all around — it's been in short supply, these days. after the two share some respective revelations, auré concedes to the plan.
Mar 02 2020, 10:47 PM (This post was last modified: Oct 01 2020, 03:07 PM by Damask.)
four walls and a cauldron of kalashnikoving // and our home is a trigger that i'm always pulling // at the border, at the, at the border // i'm at the border, at the, at the border // short spears and the weak eternal monologuing // and our war is the crucible of all your longing // at the border, at the, at the border // i'm at the border, at the, at the border // i was there when the clamor got real // i was there when your brow smashed the wall // it's like a riot with only two perps // the more i'm here, i'm making it worse // but does it feel like you're already dead? // (yes!) // and do you feel like your brain stopped delivering? // yeah, break my finger, shoot out my black eyes // what does it matter if everyone dies? // hey, kemosabe, i'm alone // i am, i am alone // hey, kemosabe, i'm alone // i am, i am alone // hi-yo, silver, away // so fast, hence // take an arrow from your quiver or we're // past tense, what's a trilobite to anyone? // i'm outta my depth, outta, outta my depth // i'm outta my depth, outta, outta my depth, hey // my head reels and i'm crawling down the corridor, i // can't see, but i'm heaving like a holocaust // i'm reaching my phone, reaching, reaching my phone // i'm reaching my phone, reaching, reaching my phone // you weren't there when i orphaned that boy // (no!) // your body was, and the white of your rolling eye // i saw some terrible things on that night // i've done a lot of bad things with my life // hm, i put my fingers in there // hey, and i breeze past security // nobody checking on all of my deeds // i need a checker for all of my deeds // hey, kemosabe, i'm alone // i am, i am alone // hey, kemosabe, i'm alone // i am, i am alone // and we'll be trapped in the amber, last joy // and i'm looking at a holy ghost // "but there's no silver bullet for a memory, i" // field dress every moment that you're telling me // i'm trying to say, i lost my way // hey, kemosabe, i'm alone // i am, i am alone // hey, kemosabe, i'm alone // i am, i am alone // hi-yo, silver, away // mm, and i'm lost and i'm drained // enough genuflecting in a penitent way // hey, kemosabe, i'm alone // i am, i am alone // hey, kemosabe, i'm alone // i am, i am alone // hi-yo, silver, away
#kemosabe table by yours truly, with lyrics by everything everything
Mar 20 2020, 07:11 PM (This post was last modified: Sep 21 2020, 09:15 PM by Damask.)
welcome to your life // there's no turning back // even while we sleep // we will find you // acting on your best behavior // turn your back on mother nature // everybody wants to rule the world // it's my own desire // it's my own remorse // help me to decide // help me make the // most of freedom and of pleasure // nothing ever lasts forever // "everybody wants to rule the world" // there's a room where the light won't find you // holding hands while the walls come tumbling down // when they do, i'll be right behind you // so glad we've almost made it // so sad they had to fade it // everybody wants to rule the world // i can't stand this indecision // married with a lack of vision // everybody wants to rule the ... // say that you'll never, never, never, never need it // one headline, why believe it? // everybody wants to rule the world // all for freedom and for pleasure // nothing ever lasts forever // everybody wants to rule the world
#ruletheworld table by yours truly, with artwork by hawkweed and lyrics by tears for fears
Apr 01 2020, 01:27 AM (This post was last modified: Sep 21 2020, 09:15 PM by Damask.)
when i'm furthest from myself // (far away) // feeling closer to the stars // (outer space) // i've been invaded by the dark // (can't escape) // trying to recognize myself when i feel i've been replaced // when i'm furthest from myself // (far away) // feeling closer to the stars // (outer space) // i've been invaded by the dark // (can't escape) // trying to recognize myself when i feel i've been replaced // but i can feel a kick down in my soul // and it's pulling me back to earth to let me know // i am not a slave, can't be contained // so pick me from the dark and pull me from the grave, 'cause — // i still feel alive // when it is hopeless, i start to notice // and i still feel alive // falling forward, back into orbit // so when i lose my gravity in this sleepy womb // drifting as i dream, i'll wake up soon // to realize the hand of life is reaching out // to rid me of my pride, i call allegiance to myself // but i can feel a kick down in my soul // and it's pulling me back to earth to let me know // i am not a slave, can't be contained // so pick me from the dark and pull me from the grave, 'cause — // i still feel alive // when it is hopeless, i start to notice // and i still feel alive // falling forward, back into orbit // oh, and i still feel alive // when it is hopeless, i start to notice // oh, and i still feel alive // falling forward, back into orbit // (i can feel a kick down in my soul) // (it's pulling me back to earth to let me know) // (and this heart that beats inside of me will show) // (it'll show) // floating in outer space, have i misplaced a part of my soul? // lost in the in between, or so it seems, i'm out of control // floating in outer space, have i misplaced a part of my soul? // lost in the in between, but it can't keep me asleep for long, 'cause — // "i still feel alive!" // (i can feel it!) // when it is hopeless // (it ain't hopeless!) // i start to notice // (start to notice!) // i still feel alive // (i can feel it!) // falling forward // (falling forward!) // back into orbit // (back into orbit!) // i still feel alive ...
#stillfeel table by oscenavis with lyrics by half•alive
May 26 2020, 02:09 AM (This post was last modified: Oct 02 2020, 01:40 AM by Damask.)
another life, another weekend // another lonely roller looking for a friend // a bright-eyed kid, an empty vessel // this party's crazy but he knows it's going to end // look at your face, look in the mirror // "you see your outline when you close your eyes" // look at the lights, look at the city // who's gonna be here when everybody dies? // put your hands up 'cause everybody dies // put your hands up 'cause everybody dies // put your hands up 'cause everybody dies // (until then, nothing ends) // put your hands up 'cause everybody dies // (no one is lost) // (no one is lost) // put your hands up 'cause everybody dies // (until then, nothing ends) // put your hands up 'cause everybody dies // (no one is lost) // another night, another weekend // another message checker looking for a friend // you got a pulse, you got a problem // we know the real you, so why do you pretend? // the velvet rope, the soft-eyed bouncer // the girls all shiver in their high-heeled shoes // the ones inside all feel like winners // put your hands up if you know you're gonna lose // put your hands up if you know you're gonna lose // put your hands up if you know you're gonna lose // (until then, nothing ends) // put your hands up if you know you're gonna lose // (no one is lost) // (no one is lost) // put your hands up if you know you're gonna lose // (until then, nothing ends) // put your hands up if you know you're gonna lose // (no one is lost) // (no one is lost) // (no one is lost) // back to the crib, back to the castle // the bottle's empty and the bed's unmade // you have the looks, you have the lover // you're being brave, but we know that you're afraid // put your hands up if you ever feel afraid // put your hands up if you ever feel afraid // put your hands up if you ever feel afraid // put your hands up, put your hands up // put your hands up if you ever feel afraid, yeah // (until then, nothing ends) // put your hands up if you ever feel afraid // (no one is lost) // (no one is lost) // put your hands up if you ever feel afraid // put your hands up, put your hands up // (no one is lost) // put your hands up if you ever feel afraid, yeah! // (until then, nothing ends) // (no one is lost) // (no one is lost) // (no one is lost) // (no one is lost)
another life, another weekend // another lonely roller looking for a friend // a bright-eyed kid, an empty vessel // this party's crazy but he knows it's going to end // look at your face, look in the mirror // "you see your outline when you close your eyes" // look at the lights, look at the city // who's gonna be here when everybody dies? // put your hands up 'cause everybody dies // put your hands up 'cause everybody dies // put your hands up 'cause everybody dies // (until then, nothing ends) // put your hands up 'cause everybody dies // (no one is lost) // (no one is lost) // put your hands up 'cause everybody dies // (until then, nothing ends) // put your hands up 'cause everybody dies // (no one is lost) // another night, another weekend // another message checker looking for a friend // you got a pulse, you got a problem // we know the real you, so why do you pretend? // the velvet rope, the soft-eyed bouncer // the girls all shiver in their high-heeled shoes // the ones inside all feel like winners // put your hands up if you know you're gonna lose // put your hands up if you know you're gonna lose // put your hands up if you know you're gonna lose // (until then, nothing ends) // put your hands up if you know you're gonna lose // (no one is lost) // (no one is lost) // put your hands up if you know you're gonna lose // (until then, nothing ends) // put your hands up if you know you're gonna lose // (no one is lost) // (no one is lost) // (no one is lost) // back to the crib, back to the castle // the bottle's empty and the bed's unmade // you have the looks, you have the lover // you're being brave, but we know that you're afraid // put your hands up if you ever feel afraid // put your hands up if you ever feel afraid // put your hands up if you ever feel afraid // put your hands up, put your hands up // put your hands up if you ever feel afraid, yeah // (until then, nothing ends) // put your hands up if you ever feel afraid // (no one is lost) // (no one is lost) // put your hands up if you ever feel afraid // put your hands up, put your hands up // (no one is lost) // put your hands up if you ever feel afraid, yeah! // (until then, nothing ends) // (no one is lost) // (no one is lost) // (no one is lost) // (no one is lost)
#nooneislost tables by oscenavis with lyrics by stars
Jul 28 2020, 05:43 PM (This post was last modified: Oct 02 2020, 12:51 PM by Damask.)
time is never worth my time // blue shine bleeds into my eyes // i still sleep on the right side // but the white noise ... can't leave the scene behind // could i be anything you want me to be? // if so, is it meant to be seen? // when you see yourself in a crowded room // do your fingers itch, are you pistol-whipped? // will you step in line or release the glitch? // can you fall asleep with a panic switch? // when you see yourself in a crowded room // do your fingers itch, are you pistol-whipped? // will you step in line or release the glitch? // do you think she'll sleep with a panic ... // and i'll try to hold on tight tonight // pink slip inviting me inside // want to burn skin and brand what once was mine // but the red views keep ripping the divide // if i go anywhere you want me to go // how will i know you'll still follow ... ? // when you see yourself in a crowded room // do your fingers itch, are you pistol-whipped? // will you step in line or release the glitch? // can you fall asleep with a panic switch? // when you see yourself in a crowded room // do your fingers itch, are you pistol-whipped? // will you step in line or release the glitch? // do you think she'll sleep with a panic — ... // i'm waiting and fading, floating away // i'm waiting and fading, floating away // i'm waiting and fading, floating away // i'm waiting and fading, floating — ... // i'm waiting! i'm fading! floating away! // i'm waiting! i'm fading! floating away! // i'm waiting! i'm fading! floating away! // "waiting and fading, waiting, fading —" // when you see yourself in a crowded room // do your fingers itch, are you pistol-whipped? // will you step in line or release the glitch? // can you fall asleep with a panic switch? // when you see yourself in a crowded room // do your fingers itch, are you pistol-whipped? // will you step in line or release the glitch? // do you think she'll sleep with a panic ...
#panicswitch table by yours truly, with artwork by gortys and lyrics by silversun pickups
Sep 14 2020, 11:58 AM (This post was last modified: Oct 11 2020, 11:25 PM by Damask.)
have you ever tried to enter the long black branches of other lives — // tried to imagine what the crisp fringes, full of honey, hanging // from the branches of the young locust trees, in early morning, feel like? // do you think this world is only an entertainment for you? // never to enter the sea and notice how the water divides // with perfect courtesy, to let you in! // never to lie down on the grass, as though you were the grass! // never to leap to the air as you open your wings over the dark acorn of your heart! // no wonder we hear, in your mournful voice, the complaint // "that something is missing from your life!" // who can open the door who does not reach for the latch? // who can travel the miles who does not put one foot // in front of the other, all attentive to what presents itself // continually? // who will behold the inner chamber who has not observed // with admiration, even with rapture, the outer stone? // well, there is time left — // fields everywhere invite you into them. // and who will care, who will chide you if you wander away // from wherever you are, to look for your soul? // quickly, then, get up, put on your coat, leave your desk! // to put one's foot into the door of the grass, which is // the mystery, which is death as well as life, and // not be afraid! // to set one's foot in the door of death, and be overcome // with amazement! // to sit down in front of the weeds, and imagine // god the ten-fingered, sailing out of his house of straw, // nodding this way and that way, to the flowers of the // present hour, // to the song falling out of the mockingbird's pink mouth, // to the tippets of the honeysuckle, that have opened // in the night // to sit down, like a weed among weeds, and rustle in the wind! // listen, are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life? // while the soul, after all, is only a window, // and the opening of the window no more difficult // than the wakening from a little sleep. // only last week i went out among the thorns and said // to the wild roses: // deny me not, // but suffer my devotion. // then, all afternoon, i sat among them. maybe // i even heard a curl or two of music, damp and rouge red, // hurrying from their stubby buds, from their delicate watery bodies. // for how long will you continue to listen to these dark shouters, // caution and prudence? // fall in! fall in! // a woman standing in the weeds. // a small boat flounders in the deep waves, and what's coming next // is coming with its own heave and grace. // meanwhile, once in a while, i have chanced, among the quick things, // upon the immutable. // what more could one ask? // and i would touch the faces of the daises, // and i would bow down // to think about it. // that was then, which hasn't ended yet. // now the sun begins to swing down. under the peach-light, // i cross the fields and the dunes, i follow the ocean's edge. // i climb, i backtrack. // i float. // i ramble my way home.
have you ever tried to enter the long black branches of other lives — // tried to imagine what the crisp fringes, full of honey, hanging // from the branches of the young locust trees, in early morning, feel like? // do you think this world is only an entertainment for you? // never to enter the sea and notice how the water divides // with perfect courtesy, to let you in! // never to lie down on the grass, as though you were the grass! // never to leap to the air as you open your wings over the dark acorn of your heart! // no wonder we hear, in your mournful voice, the complaint // "that something is missing from your life!" // who can open the door who does not reach for the latch? // who can travel the miles who does not put one foot // in front of the other, all attentive to what presents itself // continually? // who will behold the inner chamber who has not observed // with admiration, even with rapture, the outer stone? // well, there is time left — // fields everywhere invite you into them. // and who will care, who will chide you if you wander away // from wherever you are, to look for your soul? // quickly, then, get up, put on your coat, leave your desk! // to put one's foot into the door of the grass, which is // the mystery, which is death as well as life, and // not be afraid! // to set one's foot in the door of death, and be overcome // with amazement! // to sit down in front of the weeds, and imagine // god the ten-fingered, sailing out of his house of straw, // nodding this way and that way, to the flowers of the // present hour, // to the song falling out of the mockingbird's pink mouth, // to the tippets of the honeysuckle, that have opened // in the night // to sit down, like a weed among weeds, and rustle in the wind! // listen, are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life? // while the soul, after all, is only a window, // and the opening of the window no more difficult // than the wakening from a little sleep. // only last week i went out among the thorns and said // to the wild roses: // deny me not, // but suffer my devotion. // then, all afternoon, i sat among them. maybe // i even heard a curl or two of music, damp and rouge red, // hurrying from their stubby buds, from their delicate watery bodies. // for how long will you continue to listen to these dark shouters, // caution and prudence? // fall in! fall in! // a woman standing in the weeds. // a small boat flounders in the deep waves, and what's coming next // is coming with its own heave and grace. // meanwhile, once in a while, i have chanced, among the quick things, // upon the immutable. // what more could one ask? // and i would touch the faces of the daises, // and i would bow down // to think about it. // that was then, which hasn't ended yet. // now the sun begins to swing down. under the peach-light, // i cross the fields and the dunes, i follow the ocean's edge. // i climb, i backtrack. // i float. // i ramble my way home.
#haveyouever tables by cj with poetry by mary oliver
