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Scherzer
03:07
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Over the head, into the wind,
Straight to the plate and all you got was thin air.
It’s a humbling feeling to know that, well,
You’re just guessing.
Like a lamb to the slaughter
You saunter up with a front of assurance.
But in the back of your mind you’re done, and you know it.
Turn to retreat and rethink your display.
Just the call of the blue. His control over you.
It’s the call of the blue. He’s got control over you.
Take a seat – you got the message.
The dichromatic master sets a hook and he’s the caster.
‘Though there’s valiance in your struggle,
You have no chance if he’s gunning for you.
Just the call of the blue. His control over you.
It’s the call of the blue. He’s got control over you.
Here comes Scherzer
It’s Max Scherzer
Here comes Scherzer
It’s Max Scherzer
Three up, three down.
It’s a revolving door of fear and confusion.
With power and flair, you’re left gasping for air
As a white-hot blur shoots past in a second.
Take solace in the knowledge that you’re not the first
And won’t be the last.
The powerful presence of a man on fire
Like a phoenix risen from the dust underfoot.
Just the call of the blue. His control over you.
It’s the call of the blue. He’s got control over you.
Here comes Scherzer
It’s Max Scherzer
Here comes Scherzer
It’s Max Scherzer
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2. |
Secondary Horse Theme
01:57
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3. |
The Curse
04:19
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My eyes were burning.
Rain washed down my face and coated my skin,
Like slime on a frog’s back.
It stung. Oh, how it stung!
The water was clear and fresh, but to me it was like acid
Stripping flesh from the bone.
I came to in an instant and saw eyes staring – wary.
The vision was gone, but the pain…
That burning remained.
Is it gone? Is it gone?
Get to your feet or abscond.
Is it real? Is it real?
Embrace the pain, accept and yield.
This curse is yours forevermore.
All this confusion!
Incessant voices and crowds blocked my way.
Can’t you see the alarm!? It screams like a siren forced to your ear!
They looked on with disdain, the fools.
You will be ripped apart! Turn heel and run from this black art!
My hands were withered – strangers’ limbs I did not recognise.
My body transformed – a hardened husk crackled as I shook.
This cannot be real.
I clawed at my form and again it was soft, raw.
Blood began to run, and crimson dropped to the floor.
Is it gone? Is it gone?
Get to your feet or abscond.
Is it real? Is it real?
Embrace the pain, accept and yield.
I turned to see a ghostly figure.
Sand dripped from its eyes and they fixed my soul with a glare.
Pain gripped my body and every sinew strained to escape this dark fate.
I broke his stare and ran.
Frightened faces leapt from my path, as sand whirled up in a storm.
The wailing was deafening!
I clasped my ears and stumbled on.
The ground streaked with blood.
The air thick and bilious.
Shadows gripped my neck and I screamed.
All was black as the darkness enveloped me.
Madness consumes - the blood red moon’s release.
I looked around and all was lost.
It took the grains of sand and slipped away.
‘Forget your brothers, they are gone’ it said.
‘Sealed in glass ‘till the end of days.’
Sealed in glass ‘till the end of days.
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4. |
Mind Purge Relapse
02:44
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5. |
Moons
03:08
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I remember when the stars were like pinholes in a vast, dark tarpaulin hung from the sky.
As though the night was turned inside-out and the distant lights of space shone in,
Like sun through a hanging sieve.
Trees blotted the heavens and revealed a canvas of true beauty as we cast our eyes up
Into the unknown.
A cool breeze washed over us, like cresting waves beneath a bright, full moon
And we wished for harmony,
We hoped for togetherness,
And we prayed for a future that is kind to us all.
Although we lie beneath different skies and breathe the air of our own lands,
We are united – bound by humanity
To care,
To love.
And from that felled tree in the woods, we took in the vista offered to us
And looked forward with hope and with will that together,
Our brothers and sisters from all corners of the world
Can stand and cast off the shackles of oppression that bind so many of those that we love.
To listen is to love and to learn is to truly progress.
We hold our heads above water not just to survive, but to breathe deeply
And stand undivided.
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6. |
Jores' Theme
02:12
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7. |
Standing Upon Clouds
04:11
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No matter what,
We will forever be
Standing upon clouds.
Soar above what remains.
An eternal connection
Bonds us.
It is purity and reflection.
An everlasting warmth
That keeps us together.
Remember always:
I love you.
That is permanent.
Physical form is a temporary boon.
Distil our souls into droplets
And ride the vapour forever.
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Secondary Horse Birmingham, UK
Secondary Horse is an experimental post-rock extravaganza from Birmingham, UK.
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