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Particle Accelerator
06:20
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Particle Accelerator
by Sander Roscoe Wolff
That which has come has gone,
this song is sung,
this bell has rung.
This road we walked has wound its way home,
to face this moment naked and alone.
In time we move apart again,
once touched, ever touching.
Drifting to distant climbs,
the chill fills our soles, or selves, still.
Motionless but ever moving, drawn inexorably away.
Sightless eyes gaze, glazed, upon the heavens,
the stars strewn across the night sky.
Their traces glitter and shine.
Your heart and mine are one again,
for a moment.
The time transcendent, abundant,
so all becomes possible.
That which we feared has lost its power
as the flower of our faded youth produces seeds.
The seeds, like stars, are strewn across the night sky.
Their traces glitter and shine.
They are yours,
And mine.
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2. |
The Boundless Way
02:43
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The Boundless Way
by Sander Roscoe Wolff
Quietly, I see the silver sky.
The day erupts into a sea
of raging joy in you and me.
Billowing, the rolling clouds go by.
Horizon's star to guide my way
toward the vistas on display.
CH:
Into the underground
Into the UltraSound
Out to the boundless way
the boundless way
Fervently, I pray on bended knee.
Begin the journey to the sun,
and of the many you're the one.
Particles of dust, they dance away.
They rush toward the promised land
and seek the ground on which we stand.
BR:
Blues and greens on paper screens
paint a vivid tapestry
Woven into history
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Soft Hair
04:59
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Soft Hair (Information Paradox)
by Sander Roscoe Wolff
061121
At the edge, soft hair
moves with sparks of energy,
holding echoes of things past.
Sonified oscillations
hint at collapsing gravity,
silence a singularity.
A planetary lens
peeks into vastness,
into the center,
into the gaping, intractable maw
that transforms everything into…
Above the clouds,
tiny specks flick switches and push buttons. On an island, sages scribble runes.
All are seeking the one unattainable thing: Certainty.
Bliss abounds in streets and towns.
Rushing here and there,
they do not care
that hunger on a universal scale
is coming.
When it does, we will be remembered as
a tiny swirl
in the Black Hole's soft hair.
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4. |
Lost In Trance
02:22
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Lost In Trance
by Sander Roscoe Wolff
I run, into the sun, I go.
I stay, pray, go away, don't go.
CH
Lost in trance, I can taste the singing, ringing.
I see, ecstasy, I know.
BR
Frame by frame, the paintings illustrate joy
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The Beacon
05:22
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The Beacon
by Sander Roscoe Wolff
This evening, I wonder if love is a dream
beyond expectation, beyond love supreme,
a tapestry woven with unbridled joy
depicting angelic and heavenly scenes.
This morning, we rise and, beholding the dawn,
our voices sing sweetly of memories gone.
The birth of a day, and the night we destroy.
The precious inertia which pushes us on.
We gather together to water the will
And whisper the passages rightly until
The splendor of rites we precisely employ
Becoming the beacon that shines on the hill.
Come closer, now, listen, and silence your mind.
Abandon the burdens we've all left behind.
The weight is now lifted, returning to joy,
The patterns emerging, and all has aligned.
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6. |
The Glow of Knowing
04:31
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The Glow of Knowing
by Sander Roscoe Wolff
The glow of knowing goes
beyond the land we see
If freedom seeks the canopy
of leaves, the trees flee
West, into the shadow place
where rest is lost, and dreams are gone
Where all we have are tears and songs
The glimmer of an ancient truth
approaches us on feet of light
it wipes away the fear and doubt
and all that's left is
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7. |
Endless Skies
04:15
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Endless Skies
by Sander Roscoe Wolff
They convey the perfect day when thoughts became a crystal clear
Waters wander liquid leaves received in hallowed hollow well
Longing for the mysteries she drank when words were whispered here
Weaving waves of wild wind into a perfect thrumming spell
Gather the harvest embrace the trees
Kiss the ground collect the leaves
Bursts of light behold the sight that rages in her quiet heart
Wisdom spills upon the door that opens to the hidden place
On the path the singing lingers figuring the way to start
Under risen Roman legions 'til at last I see your face
Forgotten keys forgotten locks
Laughter lights the world ablaze amazed in liminal displays
Clang and clatter mindless chatter butterflies with endless eyes
Smoke and ash the titans clash but walk away in endless days
At the end this moment bends and sends us into endless skies
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The Drifting Dreams of Dawn
by Sander Roscoe Wolff
Love lights a flame that burns bright above our hearts so love alights like feathers of a dove, upon the drifting dreams of dawn. I see a dream where we become completely free. This sight I hold to my brow. I don't know how the melody goes. Just the here and now, now.
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9. |
Evaporate
04:36
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Evaporate
by Sander Roscoe Wolff
I wish I could cry
over milk I've spilled
but mother's milk
has long been dry.
I pity the pour,
and the waiting glass.
Evaporate
my lover's labor.
CH
The words I wished I'd never said,
the words I didn't say,
the ghosts of long forgotten dead
darkening the day.
I wish you were here
to hear my excuse.
No ear to bend:
No lies to fear.
I dream of your face,
of forgiveness found.
With every breath
I ache for grace.
CH
The words I wished I'd never said,
the words I didn't say,
the ghosts of long forgotten dead
darkening the day.
BR
The words, once living, now are dead.
The words I use to pray
are ashes in an empty bed:
No sleep for me today.
Why did my fear prevent me
from telling you how I feel
Why did I let my shame stop me
from trying to heal
I now see the lie
haunting my fortune,
but letting go
will let me die.
I will not crave
those old appetites
that lead me to
an early grave.
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10. |
Light Inside
06:25
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Light Inside
by Sander Roscoe Wolff
070721
The grass is pressed beneath her feet
the morning dew dissolves
the shining sun until the dusk
illuminates her way
The way is seen, and on she goes
into the bright unknown
the shadows of the forest floor
delighting in her light
Chorus:
The meadow is a memory
Her passing grieves me so
I hold her light inside my heart
Where ever I may go
The lingering aroma hangs
upon the evening air
Reminding me that she was here
and is no longer there
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Sander Roscoe Wolff Long Beach, California
Sander is an experimental music artist who works in a variety of genres, including improvised electronic music, highly composed music, soundtracks, ambient, and rock. He is a member of Toaster Music, and part of Thee Hop-Frog Kollectiv.
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