The Ardor Of Bloom​/​How To Get Lost In a Crowd

by Rick Barry

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released December 14, 2017

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Track Name: The Ardor Of Bloom
I can feel it in my bones sometimes when I’m alone
My mind wonders to the clearing, memento mori reappearing
Wounds would heal in time, we went all in on that lie,
And it was perfectly misleading, for two hearts still gently bleeding

and sometimes, I feel the light of another,
creeping from back in the yonder
Into the shelter, I hide myself under
And it makes me want to go back
to the ardor of bloom

I was the pollen of a weed blowing in the breeze
You were a rose on the prairie, adorably unwary
We knew we’d been miscast, still, we tried to make it last
And I swear I tried hard, but It just was not enough

But sometimes, I feel the light of another, creeping from back in the yonder
Into the shelter, I hide myself under
And it makes me want to go back
to the Ardor of bloom

I could hear your song, as you sing it all night long
And if it never relieves me then I’m never leaving
Obscured in the night in the blackness, post twilight,
Anamnesis so steady, memento mori unnecessary

And sometimes I dream the light of another
creeping from back in the yonder
Into the shelter, I hide myself under
And I'll admit it forces me to wonder
What became of the life we absconded
And it makes me feel so sad
And it makes me want to go back
To the ardor of bloom.
Track Name: How To Get Lost In a Crowd
A summer’s evening, under nervous moonlight,
the taste of sadness spiced, it your skin.
You seemed so seductive in subtle persuasion
to portray the madam amongst lovers and friends.
You said you missed your freedom, but were you ever truly free?
Or do you miss it like a blind man misses seeing things he's never
seen?
And you were found out and revealed as
a liaison to the lemming queen
and you returned as a worthless traitor
of the innocence that made you so unique.
You said you missed your freedom, from beneath a virtuous disguise,
But do you miss it like a still born misses breathing, or like it's mother
misses it's cries?

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