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What song are you listening to right now?


Swapping parts and roles
Is not acting, but
Rather
Emancipation
From expectation
Collectivism and autonomy
Are not mutually exclusive
Those who find discomfort
In your goals of liberation
Will be issued
No apology
 
Love this song. It resonates with my soul.

We stood and watched the river flow
We were too young to really know
In the country fair
Oh, in the country fair

We laid out in the long green grass
And never thought that it would pass
In the country fair
In the country fair

On an old, on an old open day
On an old rain shine open day
In the country fair
In the cool night air
In sweet summer time

We counted pebbles in the sand
Sand like time slippin' through our hand
In the country fair
In the country fair

On an old, on an old open day
On an old rain track open day
In the country fair
In the cool night air
In sweet summer time

Hmmm mmmm
On an old open day
On an old
Pine cone open day

 
Pain of Salvation- Panther


How does it feel to be you?
she once asked me.
I said I feel like a panther
Trapped in a dog's world
 

I stroke the blade with my hand,
The sharp edge cuts the skin.
Blood drips to the rain-wet sand;
My journey can begin.
Once a slave, but now I'm free
My honor is restored!
Once again, I ride the seas
Free at last, from whip and oar
I slide the sword into the sheath
The ocean god is hailed
And as we push out to the sea
We raise the red-striped sails
I've missed the breeze of my home shore
The frozen lakes and winter snow...
But now my dream starts to unfold.
Father, I'm coming home!
The storm came down without remorse
And water crushed the rails
The ship was thrown back and forth
And strong wind ripped the sails
The icy waves embrace my skin,
I am going numb
The endless ocean swallows me
This will be, my cold wet tomb!
Won't feel the breeze of my home shore
Nor see the lakes or winter snow...
My hopeful dreams lie ripped and torn
Father, I die alone, I die alone!
 

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