DreamhengeSea of Lies
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Dreamhenge
Finnegans Wake
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About the little deceptions in our lives which keep us afloat. Self-delusion, ego preservation, what ever name it goes by it permeates our our lives, often against our better judgement and against our Concious wills.

Noel Burke, Guitar, musical concept
J. C. Kercheval Bass, Lead Guitar
Eric Myers Acoustic Guitar
Richard, Lyrics Vocals,Synths and swirls

Recorded the vocals for this in the front seat of my Honda Civic one summer with the AC blasting, (back when the AC still worked.)
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Floating on this Sea of Lies
Wondering, where else can I turn?
Tryin’ to stop myself from going under
Slipping further as the waters churn.

Alone again I try to face my fears.
But sink or swim, it's all the same.
It’s down to me to put the guilt behind me.
It’s up to me to face my shame.

Underwater you can only hear
silent echoes from the waves.
Deceitful whispers swirl around your head
spinning ever downward to their watery graves.

Solo break

Underwater you can only hear
Silent echoes from the waves
Deceitful whispers swirl around your head
Spinning ever downward to their watery graves.

Alone at last we watch the pages turn
here in the novel of our lives.
I hear the words of truth that set me free.
Whisper “I Love You…Now goodnight.!”
Goodnight….
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Dreamhenge
About the little deceptions in our lives which keep us afloat. Self-delusion, ego preservation, what ever name it goes by it permeates our our lives, often against our better judgment and against our conscious wills.


Finnegans Wake
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