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Rain
03:05
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Rain
Is the emotion of the world
Washing over the paths
And the pavements
That we choose to follow
Shall we stand in the rain
Together or alone
As a rock
To experience the river flow
Or shall we hide
Beneath the sands of the desert
Isolated from the pain of the world
And never knowing the joys of passion.
I think I will stand in the rain a while
And let the tears scoop over me
For it's good to get wet
Sometimes.
Charles Antony
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Restless
02:09
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So restless is the soul that needs to wander
That dares to question and point the finger
While we scratch out our names in the sand
In silence will we take our warmth from the sun
As we stumble forever on paths of broken stone.
In anger will we curse the Thunder Gods
Who lead us in to temptation up the side of the mountain.
How many roads to glory can we take ?
As we struggle towards so much light
At the end of so many tunnels.
When all the time, the answers we seek
Lie shimmering back through looking glass eyes.
Charles Antony
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Shadow Side
08:11
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Lyrics ? ... but Charles voice !
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The Peacock Path
03:56
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Do you recall
How we gazed in the mirror
and saw two peacocks
peering back at us
before turning to walk the path
of kings on the lonely mountain.
The mists of expectation
kissed the landscape,
so they couldn't tell whether
the shadows were guiding
or following them as they
entered the lair of the dragon.
They wrapped their feathers
around each other
for strength and support,
in case the beast awoke,
but the dragon slept on
and would not be disturbed today.
Then, as the path wound upwards
on the side of the lonely mountain,
the peacocks looked back
and found that they had left
some of their darkness behind
in the belly of the earth.
And, as the air thinned,
they began to stretch their wings,
so that others may see
the way up the mountain.
As we looked in the mirror,
the peacocks continued climbing
but now on separate paths,
Sometimes parallel, sometimes crossing.
but never far apart.
Charles Antony
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Dead On Arrival
04:26
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Some might say that the Hollow Man
is not a person, but a state of mind
But me, I 'm not so sure
I first noticed him many years ago
waving to me across the street
before disappearing back into the pavement
I shook his hand once, His grip
as his grasp of reality
was tentative indeed
And I saw in his eyes, many lives
Each more empty than the last
"Unfortunately, my life has not been fulfilling"
He told me, as I checked for cracks in the mirror
I urged him to show me something
daring, exciting or shocking
in his life
"I think I am losing the power of speech"
Was all he could whisper, with a tear in his eye
We parted on cordial terms
"I will always be around to remind you
of what might have been"
He murmured, before disolving slowly into the carpet
Some might say that the Hollow Man
is not a person, but a state of mind
So what does that make me?
They found him some weeks later
lying face down in the Sea of Dreams
The water had long since evaporated
and I knew then that he had
pronounced himself
Dead on Arrival.
Charles Antony
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O how your silence
may stir the heart of a nation
as the fare for the ferryman
balances precariously on your tongue
Though your ears are deaf
to the sound of the wailing man
whose grief will echo through
the corridors of the whispering lands
And your eyes may not see
the lines of tribute
from those you never met
Your pale hands will still
touch the life of the common man
For amid the incense of damp petals
You may rest a while
Locked within your slumber
Sleeping without dreaming
Charles Antony
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Tell The World
05:39
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With the last beat of my heart
I will bang the drum of forgiveness
That quakes and shivers in some dusty corner.
With the last drop of my blood
I will feed the sons and the daughters
That thirst for the knowledge in some unknown desert
And with the last flow of my tears
I will cleanse the wrongs of the past
That cling to the coats of the lost and alone.
Charles Antony
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Somewhere Out Of Calvary
03:36
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Guitars & percussions by Michael Parque
Somewhere out of Calvary
The man walked with strange
courage and forbearing
The troubles of the world
had cascaded from
the sky that night
and come to rest firmly
on his shoulders.
He shuffled slowly through
dusty paths that millions
had trod before.
The weight he carried,
he could share with no-one,
for he carried a destiny
that must be kept safe
for all time.
Somewhere,
years later,
the scribblings of a mad man,
who had witnessed the departure
of the stranger out of Calvary
were found
not on this Earth
nor any other Earth
but etched on to the back
of someone’s mind
Charles Antony
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The Becoming
04:26
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I am the becoming
Flitting from twilight to shadow
From shadow to beyond
Water and glass no longer hold my form
There was blood on my pillow last night
It was not mine
You have wounds on your neck this morning
Some of the village girls are wearing scarves.
I am the becoming
Hollow eyed strangers consider me friend
I do not know them
Have they stolen my amulet ?
Desire for food is waning
But I constant thirst
I can see through your skin
You are even more beautiful in moonlight.
I am the becoming
Sense of smell is increasing
I want to taste your sex
I have seen you stroking orchids in the Garden of Fools
Your crucifix is interesting
But will not protect your breasts
The Gardener went missing today
I have forgotten his name.
I am the becoming
Your pulse quickens in the darkness
My invisibility is a curse
Sunlight is a problem
You do not recognise me
I left a rose on your pillow last night
More girls in the village are wearing scarves
My thirst is greater than before.
I am the becoming
I have locked away the silver
and taken to sleeping in the attic
The view to your bedroom is so much better up here
You whisper your prayers
In vain, I think
Your neck wounds are not healing
I feel no pain.
I am the becoming
My reality is fluid
Are we still lovers consuming each other
To the sound of beating wings
You no longer walk in the Garden of Fools
to caress the wild orchids
I am having trouble with gravity
and sleeping.
I am the becoming
You did not leave your bed today
Doctor Arnbert thinks you have anaemia
He is worried about your neck wounds
My hearing is sharper
but my eyesight is fading
I will come to visit tonight
The smell of garlic makes me sneeze.
I am the becoming
There was another funeral in the village today
and I cannot stop sneezing
Your breathing is very shallow
Doctor Arnbert has nailed your shutters tight
I am starting to feel pain
and miss you already
I need to sleep a while.
I am the becoming
Your lips are sealed
Our love will be unspoken
I put a rose on your grave today
The village girls have started dancing again
I need more sleep
I need to be with you again
and understand what I have become
Charles Antony
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12. |
Solitude
02:25
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Solitude
In your solitude
You may wake to see the morning
Without distraction
Without fear
In your solitude
You may bask in isolation
Without dependence
Without guilt
In your solitude
You may grow within your silence
Without critique
Without shame
In your solitude
You may grasp your self-achievement
And survive the loneliness
that insecurity brings
Charles Antony
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True Colors
02:58
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If I could paint a picture
to make the pain go away
Don't you know that I would
If I could
If I showed you some colours
Would the hurt disappear?
Don't you know that I would
If I could
But the clouds within your landscape
are full of summer rain
And the tears that brush your pillow
can help to ease the pain
For the splashes on the paper
are the colours from inside
but the choice of how to use them
Is what we must decide.
If you could paint a picture
To make the pain go away?
Don't you know that it would
If you could
If you found your true colours
Would the hurt disappear
Don't you know that it would
If you could.
Charles Antony
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14. |
Faster Than Light
04:05
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15. |
The Bus Stop
01:57
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I know that you're awake
For I've seen you standing
at the bus stop
but you didn't climb on board
Not this time anyway.
You were wearing
your cloak of madness
and your hair was
dancing in the wind.
And while the stormclouds threatened
You felt no need for shelter
as the buses ambled by
Alone and proud you stood
For how long
I'm not so sure
The choice of destination
Is yours
And yours alone
And not mine.
Charles Antony
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16. |
Pulsar
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PINCH OF HUNGER France
The "Pinch of Hunger" project started with the idea of highlighting Charles Antony’s poetry through some alternative music.
Charles’ mellifluous voice,
mixed with hypnotic rhythms, will take you on a musical journey where you will bathe
in pretty diverse atmospheres.
My friend Chris Silver T. honoured me with his presence, bringing along his somewhat twisted/sampled/distorted
drum patterns.
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