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A Great Divide

by Suspyre

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1.
Call me the singer Taken by voices In songs you should have known Screaming the choices
2.
The Singer 09:00
[Keyboard solo: Rich Skibinsky] Draw me straight into discordance I have been stepping over sight No one will speak of forgiveness Except the god of all the light Call me the singer Taken by voices In songs you should have known Screaming the choices The mind will watch itself melt When given into the plastic gaze Steady the footprints on my path That spiral down that circular trace Call me the singer Taken by voices In songs you should have known Screaming the choices Imaginations covered in skin The thick conditions of reality Falling under the sapphire sea Held down by the weight of agony [Guitar Solo: Gregg Rossetti / Rich] Bathe my faith in floods of red Uncovering ponds of inspiration I can find myself inside the warmth And lose it once again in isolation Walk me through the blossom trees Let me swim in the erotic moments of me Call me the singer Taken by voices In songs you should have known Screaming the choices
3.
The Spirit 03:19
Should the images remember her And pull the threads of my expressions The songs never touched by her scented skins In regret of strong emotions She prides herself on desert skies Finds pleasures in the sunsets of her mind Drinks the weeping tears of falling men The spirit with the breath of life [Alto Saxophone solo: Gregg Rossetti] I knew before the spirit took her I saw right through her azure eyes The warm vibrations that came in floods Her songs that rained in tearful lines The sands of her... The dreams of her... The darkness of her... The spirit of her... [Vocal descant: Ceara Crandall-Johnson]
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The Spirit listens to sounds outside her window As she stands in direction for me Dressed down before the angels of broken wings And her movements in shape for the scenes The Singer walks in walls with shadows on his face So many thoughts on a distant mind Mistaken by sanded visions of youth So overcome by threads of time (Threads of time...) Cleansing with all the spirit To wipe the skin clear of the day Fade away into the essence Of the water that runs in pain [Guitar solo: Gregg Rossetti] [Guitar solo: Rich Skibinski] In a Singer's daydreams we find We could hang upon her eyes Wipe away the flesh of her Colored dark by sweet good-byes (Sweet good-byes) Cleansing with all the spirit To wipe the skin clear of the day Fade away into the essence Of the water that runs in pain
6.
Resolution 02:39
The alignment of galaxies Brings resolutions And a Singer without words To songs the Spirit knew then How can you miss something so much when it was never yours to begin with? That's what you keep trying to tell yourself but it never really helps things much...does it? It always seems to be raining down on you, completely saturating the spirit. And, oh god, her expressions...her smile was always so intoxicating...so haunting...A lot of cold nights and a few too many tears shed...for the resolution of men.
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April has always been a child without love. Her parents are constantly arguing around the house and never have any time for her. When she is alone in her room she listens to the radio to focus her energy on something worthwhile. Her mother is a good spirit led astray by her father, but manages to buy April a small piano. That is where our story begins... April was never really that good for her So Mother and Father would say, as they screamed out her name A child they never touch, never talk to The instruction of their ways may leave nothing but pain They say the outside world will only hurt you They say the dreams of children die in you Still your mother noticed and heard your radio The only gift she gave was that piano So unbridled, she comes unfurled And who makes her hold it in How overwhelming a song can be To drive her cold within She plays for hours She practices the day away It keeps the noise down From constant battles down the hall Only her fingers Captured in movements of the keys Could feel emotion From her distorted withdraw So unbridled, she comes unfurled And who makes her hold it in How overwhelming a song can be To drive her cold within And through the radio she hears her song So she learns it, she embraces it Her fingers tremble when he plays the note But she feels it, and she knows it April needs someone for these feelings Piercing down through her head Only the darkness in her father Came flowing out instead As her fingers began so simply The father gave his peace The bullet that killed her piano Was also her mother's release
8.
April is left alone to fend for herself. She's never been around love and does not know how to accept it, especially in an orphanage. Therefore, she is sent to a hospital where she can be properly evaluated. It's there that she is reunited with the keys. The sparkle in her eye seems to be fading back in when she spends time with the nurse... Then his madness was restrained in April As she reaches the village of children Holding her lips into the passing years For expirations of what should have been Existence isn't what's slowly behind And it's not the only thing she forgot She is kindly playing out the symptoms Of an embrace holding onto thoughts Quiet as she goes A failure in regression Fragments of her must be uncovered And put back together Before we're left with none For April there is no friendly design Only the radio she carried through Her song has only forgotten the way To drive the illness that she cried into Manipulation of her static mind Walking into the piano they found The psychotic composition of her Quickly settles by the unwritten sounds Quiet as she goes A failure in regression Fragments of her must be uncovered And put back together Before we're left with none [Guitar solos: Gregg Rossetti/ Rich Skibinski] Once the pieces found their way together She found a friend before she found herself She only waited for deliverance From the confinement that she should have felt The piano finds its way back to her And the fever of her song is still strong As we listen to April's memories The fatal crash that killed her friend and her song Quiet as she goes A failure in regression Fragments of her must be uncovered And put back together Before we're left with none Her strength in those notes still makes her tremble Her burning heart if only so subtle
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A mind is thrown into chaos
10.
She still has the keys to keep her busy and that's the only thing that brings her mind back into equilibrium. However, now she's on her own and looking to make her way. There's no one to turn to in the big city and she finds herself playing for change as the trains fly by... But I must make the most of my tie A change of scenery Changing fragments of this life Standing before a city skyline A slip of catching breath And then caught holding too tight With no money or a place to go Shading their eyes at me They shaded the train and my stage Familiar songs come from my fingers Dancing to stop and hear They dance into my serenade What dismay, I've lost my way And still I walk this path For moments, my sweet moments When my piano plays at last And then softly he gives his promise Before I got lost in his eyes He has a certain serenity That only his gaze can provide What dismay, I've lost my way And still I walk this path For moments, my sweet moments When my piano plays at last As long as I play my piano I could be playing for his crowd I hear my song when he speaks to me But I've never heard it this loud What dismay, I've lost my way And still I walk this path For moments, my sweet moments When my piano plays at last
11.
April's fortunes seem to be on the rise since she has a new place for her to play. She is content in the Ivory, where people actually listen to her: she finally feels like she might be where she supposed to be. That old familiar song starts drifting back into her head every time she gazes into his eyes. It is time to teach someone else her song. I live and breathe for my new Ivory As I stumbled into destiny I've followed his eyes when they come my way And I'm taken to him today And when his gesture Becomes his picture I'm simply assured By his demeanor Remember my song I'm singing along When he says it's wrong It should be our song And so he buys the baby grand So he can hear my song at last We fade to one... I've seen my body, I've seen it unfold It takes the senses and leads me away But I know passion, now I know it well These are the memories our song has made The crowd must never be kept in suspense So I promise the time is tonight And then we stare to never lose our sight Only to see someone blind our eyes Stealing my money I stay with my keys Guns pointing at me Then he starts to scream All becomes silent And all is content My song's only sent In dying torment [Guitar solos: Gregg Rossetti/ Rich Skibinski] I've seen my body, I've seen it unfold It takes the senses and leads me away But I know passion, now I know it well These are the memories our song has made
12.
Life never turns out exactly the way we expect it. April finally felt like she was going to be able to share her song and melody with him, but she feels like it is time to share that song. She knows what it will do to her if she plays it, but it can't be kept in any longer. After so many silent years she kneels down before the grave to play the notes... April was never really that good for her As she watched them lower him down Once again there is a confinement in her As her tears fell into broken ground She waits until they are alone And she plays her piano... So unbridled, she came undone It's time to finish your song Oh April, overwhelming yourself On passions held on too long The notes send you shivering The pain of your song ending But still you play on... You know that your time is done If only you'd had someone And still you play on... So unbridled, she came undone It's time to finish your song Oh April, overwhelming yourself On passions held on too long Blood begins to form the stream That drops slowly on the key And you struggle on... So the last note never dies Her heart explodes deep inside And April is gone... So unbridled, she came undone It's time to finish your song Oh April, overwhelming yourself On passions held on too long.

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A GREAT DIVIDE

Full-length LP (03/20/07)
Label: Nightmare Records

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released March 20, 2007

All compositions by Gregg Rossetti except The Singer by Gregg Rossetti and Rich Skibinsky
All lyrics by Clay Barton

Album Line-up:
Gregg Rossetti - Guitars, MIDI sequencing, alto saxophone on tracks 3 and 11, tenor saxophone on tracks 4 and 11, Chapman Stick on track 2
Rich Skibinsky - Guitars, MIDI sequencing, keyboard on track 2 and 7
Sam Paulicelli - Drums and percussion, PVC pipe on track 7
Clay Barton - Lead and backing vocals
Noah Martin - Bass guitars

Guest musicians:
Ceara Crandall-Johnson: Female vocals on The Spirit

Track list (70:21):

Opus II: The Alignment of Galaxies (34:16)

1. Forever the Voices (1:12)
2. The Singer (9:00)
3. The Spirit (3:19)
4. Galactic Backward Movements (9:50)
5. Manipulation in Time (8:44)
6. Resolution (2:44)

Opus III: The Origin of a Curse (36:05)

7. April in the Fall (5:43)
8. Subliminal Delusions (6:37)
9. Bending the Violet (2:31)
10. The Piano Plays at Last (6:02)
11. Alterations of the Ivory (7:42)
12. Blood and Passion (7:30)

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