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Against Goodness for a Season: Revisioned Dreams
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The Oregon Experiment
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- credits
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released 13 December 2009
All music by Christian André Våge
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All rights reserved
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- Track Name: The Shape of Strings to Come
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Hear the silence, you dashing shapes
the crown of cinder, it escapes
the ocean beating, those crystal streams
but you may feel it in your dreams
- Track Name: Against Goodness for a Season
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By salty breeze and scorching sun
we do away with reason,
and leave behind all things that stand
against goodness for a season
- Track Name: Go to Sleep
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Close my eyes and sit by me
as rivers grow into a sea
As dust brings mountains all anew
I'm still here, and so are you
- Track Name: Sunset Theme
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Take me to the steepest hill
to witness death and birth
let the gods paint yet a still
the sun crashes to earth
- Track Name: Flames to Cinder
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Calls are made to wilderness,
idle watchers down
Licks of heat bring more to less,
cinder as its crown
- Track Name: We Will Hide in Our Dreams Forever
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Two shapes are dashing, hand in hand
like flickering plays of lustrous light
through a field of twisted scenes,
they keep out of waking's sight
- Track Name: By the Crystal Lakes We Danced unto Death
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Two steps forth and three steps back
a silent rhythm of stifled breath
on floor of ground and crystal tack
we dance unto our dawning death
- Track Name: She Wove a Web of Dreams
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To say she wove a web of dreams
and glistened 'neath these crystal streams
I'd summon half the tale I've known
and leave my silent truths alone
- Track Name: You Are the Only Sun
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They told me I was everlost
that all my deeds were done
yet bathed in light I told my dreams;
"you are the only sun"
- Track Name: The Silence of Our Friends
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And every ocean may beat its shore
until there's no hope for amends
but no beating will leave a scar so sore
as the silence of our friends