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• The Artist - Silverstein
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• The Artist - Hush Sound
• The Artist - Mordred
• The Artist - Driver Side Impact
• The Artist - Abbott Hayes
• The Artist - Coffee House Gypsies
• The Artist - Takida
• The Artist - Allen - Lande

(You! You! )
The artist's palette falls,
The paint is spilled with blood.
Someone shot him down,
Left him without a soul.
His body's laid to rest and underground he'll stay,
With hopes to resurrect and live again another day.
Now they decide who lives and dies.
Now!
His peers won't come around,
They're too disgraced to face.
Another soldier down,
His life work's a waste.
And now these walls are bare,
No one pretends to care.
A distant memory,
His masterpiece
In disrepair.
Now they decide who lives and dies.
Now they will hold you back.
They will hold you back.
They will hold you...
We stand tall and illuminate.
We fight through and prevail.
We don't stop where you'd be giving up.
We won't ever fail.
A martyr takes his hand,
To make him live again.
With savage sleight of hand,
He'll force his legs to stand.
A sick and gutless joke,
A serenading hoax.
Interrupted peace.
A waste of time.
A pathetic excuse for hope.
The sleepless nights have no compassion
And the dreams that come aren't true.
A charade of lies unconscious
And so much left to be proved.
But the sun will rise and fall again
And the nights will start to shorten.
The memories will fade into darkness.
You can't let it go.
Bur your world is turned upside down.
It's a panic you can't release.
Once you have it, you just can't
Ever ignore it.
That's when you realize your best
Days are behind you.
And all you ever live for
Is regret.
You can't take it away. (You! )

I know that you're an artist,
you're the hardest one to deal with.
Everything that you conceal
is revealed on your canvas.
You find all of your ugly meanings
in the things I find beautiful.
Do you see the fall is coming?
Come, I'm falling into you.
You perceive all of these things
I'd never have known.
Love, will you turn off the lights?
'cause we're already home.
You painted me in pastel,
colors that don't tell of any boldness.
That's the way you'd love to see me:
so delicate, so weak, so little purpose.
But your eyes are drawn of charcoal
they're black, they're so cold, they're so imperfect.
Because they see a sleeping world,
where waking isn't worth it.
You perceive all of these things
I'd never have known.
Love, will you turn off the lights?
'cause we're already home.
how, how, can you live without your lies.
oh, oh, love I've had enough of you tonight.
all of these things I'd never have known,oh.
love will you turn out the lights 'cause we're already home, oh.
You perceive all of these things
I'd never have known, oh.
love will you turn out the lights,'cause we're already home, home.

I know that you're an artist,
but you're the hardest one to deal with.
Everything that you conceal
is revealed on your canvas.
You find all of your ugly meanings
in all of the things I find beautiful.
Do you see the fall is coming?
Come, I'm falling into you.
You perceive all of these things
I'd never have known.
Love, will you turn off the lights?
we're already home.
You painted me in pastel,
colors that don't tell of any boldness.
That's the way you'd love to see me:
so delicate, so weak, so little purpose.
But your eyes are drawn of charcoal
they're black, they're so cold, they're so imperfect.
Because they see a sleeping world,
where waking isn't worth it.
You perceive all of these things
that I'd never have known.
Love, will you turn off the lights?

Self employed self made scam
Like a child who forgot how to learn
Just conserving time
In this homemade prison he'll burn
Tongue like a rusty razor tricky and sharp
With eyes that seem so pure
Walk like a dusty soldier proud and sure
With a medal of his buddy's heart
There's the pitch looks like a curve
He who dies with the most toys wins
Faceless, nameless they're all the same
He'll take your money with a toothy grin
Tongue like a rusty razor tricky and sharp
With eyes that seem so pure
Walk like a dusty soldier proud and sure
With a medal of his buddy's heart
Worse than the animal
The artist needs
The artist greeds
He bites the hand that feeds
Worse than the animal
The artist needs
The artist greeds
BITE!
Floating in franklins like a pig in shit
He's got money to burn yours not mine
Material madness bashes him down
And sends the fucker to the end of the line
Tongue like a rusty razor tricky and sharp
With eyes that seem so pure
Walk like a dusty soldier proud and sure
With a medal of his buddys heart
Worse than the animal
The artist needs
The artist greeds
He bites the hand that feeds
Worse than the animal
The artist needs
The artist greeds

Take in words,
or all my thoughts.
Study days,
where this is what I'll say.
Your getting close,
you are so close to me,
your close to me.
You know somethings wrong
when life gets this easy.(gets this easy)
The matrons taking back everything
thats been given to me.(given to me)
Crossing off my fingers as they bleed
single rhythms towards my knees.
You aren't to be imitated,
a limitless lie,
based on calculations
and the reasons.
Static faces molt into places where,
its ok for those to plot away at their own despair.
Trained actors will call on you and say,
I can't see! I can't see!
This world is taking a turn for the worse,
And I am too.
Your getting close,
you are so close to me,
your close to me.
You know somethings wrong
when life gets this easy.(gets this easy)
The matrons taking back
everything that's been given to me.(given to)
Crossing off my fingers as they bleed,
single rhythms towards my knees.
Crossing off my fingers as they bleed,
single rhythms towards my knees.
All I see is your eyes growing brighter
and all I see is a face coming closer.
And all I see is your eyes growing brighter
and all I see is a face coming closer.
And all I see is your eyes growing brighter
and all I see is a face coming closer.
And all I see is your eyes growing brighter
and all I see is your face and so I fall!
Not argue!
Fall! I fall not argue!
Fall!

I found an artist beneath my skin
He buried himself deep within me
And he's playing a tune with a soft melody
He's playing a tune so soft
I found an artist beneath me skin
He writhes to the rhythm that plays within me
And he bangs on my heart like it's a loud tympani
He bangs on my heart real loud
And I like the way he sings like each song
Is the last he'll ever sing to the world
So he best deliver
And he's walking around with a soul on fire
He's walking bearing his soul
Sometimes I wish he's just leave
Just leave

In a Black & White World
You are told that you are crazy
You are bought, packaged, and sold
You are controlled
By crowds and corporations
That determine your station
They down-size inspiration
They drop your fate on a plate and just wait
They expect you to consume
They expect you to sedate
And oh
How you hate the love
That you have towards your curse
And worse:
You are aware that you are addicted
To your power to create
You waste youth in silent prisons
As quietly you wait
But the famous and the unknown gifts
And dreamers in their own
And underdogs seeking higher lift
And even legends on their thrones
Have all had their dreams stepped on
Stolen, raped, and badly beaten
But when the muse calls on it won’t be long
Soon we all are what we've eaten
So this is for artists
Who do not cease to give birth
And the many things your wild hearts bring

All the things you can remember Keep it hidden in your heart I hold you tight and you'll surrender Fear is growing deep in your eyes
Everything comes out of you now I'm in ecstasy you burn Come take my hand and we'll find one Stories repeating here in my mind
I love you, I count you in I love you, time to begin I love you, I'm almost in I love you, count you in
This is all I ever wanted Try to believe it for myself Take your last breath and follow Everyone who's truly divine
I love you, I count you in I love you, time to begin I love you, I'm almost in I love you...

I remember when, chasing shadows ends
As a child I was never like this
Many times I've tried, asking myself why
Why I still go on chasing this dream
What am I to do?
All I know is what I feel is true
It's a challenge for life
Every day feels like night
I, I will become, and when I've won
When I have conquered time and space
I will live on and you will remember what I've done
In another time, maybe somehow I
Would have gotten another chance
If their minds could change
Somehow rearranged
With eyes opened they'd see my deeds
What am I to do?
All I know is what I feel is true
It's a challenge for life
Every day feels like night
I, I will become, and when I've won
When I have conquered time and space
I will live on and you will remember what I've done
[Solo]
I, I will become, and when I've won
When I have conquered time and space
I will live on and you will remember what I've done
Written in stone, I will live on
You will remember what I've done
I will become, and when I've won