Past Is A Foreign Country

by Blinded By Passion

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Shipwreck 04:25
A light on the distant cliff appears. Unveiling all the winds to see their fate Her wicked head, with its wild grey hair, Sands of the river. the boat sailed out all through the night and their flag up, high seemed bright. The sailors at risk in a stormy rain They lost their lives, the rising tide, now the sound….. howls their mourning toll One heart, two girls One song, to dance
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Discover 03:01
We follow the river the river, up to the sea A sea of blue flowers blue flowers you’ll never see Discover the melodia.
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By that Heaven that bends above us- by that God we both adore- Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp! It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore. Lenore... Lenore... Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore. Lenore ... Lenore Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." Leave no... black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken!- quit the bust.. above my door! Take thy beak On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; This eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, It shall clasp! It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore. Lenore... Lenore... Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore. Lenore ... Lenore Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." By that Heaven that bends above us- by that God we both adore- Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp! It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore. Lenore... Lenore... Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore. Lenore ... Lenore Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." Clasp a rare and radiant maiden .., By that Heaven that bends above us- by that God we both adore- Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn
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The Mill 03:42
The miller's wife had waited long The tea was cold, the fire was dead And there might yet be nothing wrong In how he went and what he said: 
"There are no millers any more" 
Was all that she had heard him say
 And he had lingered at the door So long it seemed like yesterday.
 Sick with a fear that had no form 
She knew that she was there at last 
And in the mill, there was a warm She knew that she was there at last a mealy fragrance of the past. 
What else there was would only seem 
To say again what he had meant 
And what was hanging from a beam Would not have heeded where she went. 
And if she thought it follow her,
 She may have reasoned in the dark
 That one way of the few there were 
Would hide her and would leave no mark: 
Black water, smooth above the weir Like starry velvet in the night,
 Though ruffled once, would soon appear 
The same as ever to the sight.
5.
With blackest moss the flower-plots Were thickly crusted, one and all: The rusted nails fell from the knots That held the pear to the gable-wall. The broken sheds look'd sad and strange: Unlifted was the clinking latch; Weeded and worn the ancient thatch Upon the lonely moated grange. When the night was falling and the sun was down then all the spirits walking all around "My life is dreary, There were no one else who will dare to be awake to tell what I was to see upon the midnight Her tears fell with the dews at even; Her tears fell ere the dews were dried; She could not look on the sweet heaven, Either at morn or eventide. After the flitting of the bats, When thickest dark did trance the sky, She drew her casement-curtain by, And glanced athwart the glooming flats. She only said, "The night is dreary, He cometh not," she said; She said, "I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead!" upon the midnight Upon the middle of the night, Waking she heard the night-fowl crow: The cock sung out an hour ere light: From the dark fen the oxen's low Came to her: without hope of change, In sleep she seem'd to walk forlorn, Till cold winds woke the gray-eyed morn About the lonely moated grange. She said, "I am aweary,
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Darkwave historic inspired music.
Includes ethereal gothic rock and neomedieval stuff I created a long time ago, now revisited.

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released April 10, 2019

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Blinded By Passion London, UK

Eternal outsider, passionate time anarchist. Now indulging myself revamping my bloody old music with the help of my beloved friends.

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