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Street Wizard
04:18
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I’m on the streets again,
I’m all alone it seems,
I’m singing lullabies,
And crushing people’s dreams.
They walk beside me,
But they don’t know I’m there.
I’ve got a bag of tricks,
I’ve got my sedatives,
A little heat at my side,
I’ve got an alibi.
You want to disappear.
The street wizard’s here.
Hocus Pocus you don’t look so well.
One more magic trick and I’ll be sending you to Hell.
Hocus Pocus I’ll make you disappear.
Hocus Pocus
I walk the beat again
Nowhere else I’d rather be.
I’m casting spells and curses
on the people that I see.
They walk beside me,
But they don’t know I’m here.
I’ve got a bag of tricks,
I’ve got my sedatives,
A little heat at my side,
I’ve got an alibi.
You want to disappear.
The street wizard’s here.
Hocus Pocus you don’t look so well.
One more magic trick and I’ll be sending you to Hell.
Hocus Pocus I’ll make you disappear.
Hocus Pocus
Hocus Pocus you don’t look so well.
One more magic trick and I’ll be sending you to Hell.
Hocus Pocus I’ll make you disappear.
Hocus Pocus
I drift from place to place
I’m everywhere I need to be
I’m just a passerby
Filled with possibilities
They’re looking at me,
But I don’t give a damn.
I’ve got a bag of tricks,
I’ve got my sedatives,
A little heat at my side,
I’ve got an alibi.
You want to disappear.
The street wizard’s here.
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2. |
Knocking at Your Door
04:46
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This implement I fashion for you
Of teeth, and iron, blood and bone
This product of emasculation
Designed to put your mind at ease
All you do is push the button
And watch the tattered remnants fall
No more excuses no more judgements
In your ways you’ve said it all
I wasn’t searching for salvation
I wasn’t looking for your lie
I find it rather fascinating
That you would choose this time to hide
Here are fragments of persuasion
They are cryptic and obscene
You’ve hidden secrets within secrets
Such is the company you keep
Pick a piece off of the mantle
Place a hand onto my knee
Tell me what your deepest fears are
Devil won’t you talk to me
Your disguise is fooling no one
We’ve seen prejudice before
No matter where you hide the details
I’ll be knockin’ at your door
It wasn’t something I expected
There were no warnings, were no signs
When I stumbled onto traces
of the crumbs you’d left behind
Was there something you demanded
Something whispered you’d exposed
How did you become this target
For the things you say you know
Pick a piece off of the mantle
Place a hand onto my knee
Tell me what your deepest fears are
Devil won’t you talk to me
Your disguise is fooling no one
We’ve seen prejudice before
No matter where you hide the details
I’ll be knockin’ at your door
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3. |
Treachery
06:34
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(Save Me)
I’ve been searching, for salvation.
I’ve been speaking with the damned.
I’m pretending, my descending, through this circle is nothing mad.
The cold remembers, and I will shiver,
As I bear witness to the cost.
So far removed from, their salvation,
It is here that I will know the loss.
Frozen memories, of your treasons,
Forsaken here eternally,
I’ve entered freely, for my own reasons, here in the circle of treachery.
(Save Me)
A thousand faces, as far as I can see,
The frozen traces, of a singular disease.
Locked in this frigid place, I look for subtle grace,
But none is to be found, and so I walk this circle round.
A lake of ice beneath me fills me with fear and dread.
And at the centre of the void there remains a figurehead.
I recoil from the cold, walk amongst the young and old.
Both dead alive it seems to me the snare of a dichotomy.
I’ve been sighted by the damned, defeated torn and made to stand.
As witness to the suffering, the frozen depths this circle brings.
Treachery, Treachery
(Save Me)
The darkest places, all these things that I can dream.
They all seem faceless, when I am here alone.
I mark my foot prints, I leave a trail in this reich
No absolution for these deceivers and their like.
The damned surround me here, their gasping voices filled with pain.
But I shall persevere, retaliate, and witness Dis and say.
(Treachery)
I recoil from the cold, walk amongst the young and old.
Both dead alive it seems to me the snare of a dichotomy.
I’ve been sighted by the damned, defeated torn and made to stand.
As witness to the suffering, the frozen depths this circle brings.
Treachery, Treachery
(Save Me)
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I’ve felt the bitter loss
Been counting threads of guilt
I’ve seen the patchwork perfect lies
And the sewing of the quilt
The Time you’ve spent engaging me
In the things you want to do
It makes my sensibilities
betray my point of view
You claim I’ve crossed the line
To what’s acceptable that’s true
I’ve stopped believing lies
when I stopped believing you.
I’m confused myself at times
I’m completely at a loss
When I look back at all the facts
I see you’re cutting cloth
There’s a pebble on the shore
Of reason and belief
There’s a search in vain for more
But we only find deceit
There’s a mark upon your hand
That lets you come and go
The light it shines on all of us
But only some will know
You claim I’ve crossed the line
To what’s acceptable that’s true
I’ve stopped believing lies
when I stopped believing you.
I’m confused myself at times
I’m completely at a loss
When I look back at all the facts
I see you’re cutting cloth
We were cut from faith and form
Blind with disbelief
Sewn with sin and then again
poisoned in between
We will drown in black and white
with rainbows striking through
The stormy sky will not comply
When I’m sewn with you
You claim I’ve crossed the line
To what’s acceptable that’s true
I’ve stopped believing lies
when I stopped believing you.
I’m confused myself at times
I’m completely at a loss
When I look back at all the facts
I see you’re cutting cloth
(Uh-huh)
Cut with cloth and sewn with sin
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Oh they won’t play my music on the radio.
All I ever hear is no, no, no.
They’ll say it’s too fast or they’ll say it’s too slow.
Oh they won’t play my music on the Radio.
Oh I’m not safe for the radio.
I’m not good enough for the kids today.
They won’t play me and they told me so.
They won’t play my music they said no way.
They won’t spin my music on their merry-go-round.
They won’t play my music at the discotech.
And no record label will touch my sound.
They won’t play my music, not a single track.
They won’t play my music on the Radio
They won’t play my music on the Radio
And they won’t play my music in Vietnam.
If you’re living down there you won’t hear my jams.
And they don’t want to hear what I have to say.
No you won’t hear me through your local DJ.
Oh I’m not safe for the radio.
I’m not good enough for the kids today.
They won’t play me and they told me so.
They won’t play my music they said no way.
They won’t spin my music on their merry-go-round.
They won’t play my music at the discotech.
And no record label will touch my sound.
They won’t play my music, not a single track.
They won’t play my music on the Radio
They won’t play my music on the Radio
My algorithm just not the same
But nobody will hear it so they can’t complain
You twist that dial and you look for my sound
But you won’t find it ‘cause it’s underground.
Oh I’m not safe for the radio.
I’m not good enough for the kids today.
They won’t play me and they told me so.
They won’t play my music they said no way.
They won’t spin my music on their merry-go-round.
They won’t play my music at the discotech.
And no record label will touch my sound.
They won’t play my music, not a single track.
They won’t play my music on the Radio
They won’t play my music on the Radio
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6. |
As it all Burns Away
05:46
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Through these walls of separation
Between the lines we draw in sand
There’s a space where we could offer
Something more than what we have
When it all burns away
All the pain and desire
On the wings of our hope
The flames will burn higher
As it all burns away
We will not be the same
Our memories will fade
When the spark turns to flame
Here in ash is something started
There in dust do we compare
When the final fires thwarted
In this new world we shall despair
When it all burns away
All the pain and desire
On the wings of our hope
The flames will burn higher
As it all burns away
We will not be the same
Our memories will fade
When the spark turns to flame
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DI AUGER Toronto, Ontario
NEO INDUSTRIAL GOTHIC ROCK.
Inspired by nightmares and driven by angst for the failings of the modern world.
A multi-genre artist that defies the pigeon hole and brings a unique sense of dread to the table. Gobble it up and enjoy as nothing else will taste the same.
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