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Daughters

by SALMIST

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1.
Premise 01:31
Morality has become a child's game, and modesty has been thrown to the dogs. Self worth is only what you can afford, and love is an auction to the highest bidder. But the bidder never pays, and you find yourself broke. A starving, naked mess, with no compass to call you home. SALMIST © 2013. All Rights Reserved. Do Not Copy Or Reproduce Without Explicit Written Consent. www.salmist.com
2.
Feeder 03:55
Well, I've hit the emotional bottom. Haste the hollow days. A puppet's strings. Moving in fictitious rhythm. Unable to stand, limp legged catastrophe. I scream for the end of me. Nailed carcass to a dirty floor. Demons dance. Laugh with such disdain. Oh, they dance. Across barren body with blistered feet. I spoke out in anguish. You'll never see my defeat. A golden heart rusts. The demons keep dancing. Dragging dream and sensibility to the desert sands. Delving deep into souls and hands. A lie fits like thread through the needle's eye. A fantasy has left me blind with sleepless nights. Waking with weight, alone and heavy. Only past sees light I wish for now. And shadow holds reflection for longer than the day. Give me breath. In need of space. Confidence ran dry. An abandoned sower. Left to the fields. Spoiled fruit reaped from rotten trees. Salvaging sown seeds. Apathy breeding weeds in reluctant soil. Every stalk is met with steel. Scorching sun gives a moments life to those in disbelief. Whilst expectant roots fall in fear upon the shale. My past has got the best of me. I live with false and fake. Everything's at stake. Yet I can't seem to move these bones. A littered grave. Of memories and mistakes. In fear of repetition, I see them wake. Eyes rip soul from skin. These days are harder than they've ever been. Whether crime or sin. I am left to listen to the erratic sum of all my years. A mother's heart and a masochist's wit. The sparrow against the gales. Deserter to your own will as you give up and stand still. Cast aside, for you lack the strength for thrill. Others falter, others fail. Yet reside now in the warmth of your own discomfort. See how the hourglass spends the time. No bias, no grace. A relentless race and quickened pace. Knowing all that stands now is the means. Anticipation and apprehension get their end. And with choice is how they leave you. In a last seconds glance, collapsed in weight so heavy. You will know what it is you carried, in the dimness of the day. A lanterns light protrudes from precious eyes. Daughter dancing in vivid space. She runs anxiety to the ground, and it roots into a tree. Not of death, but sweet melody. For it was peace she sowed. And I being slow, have come to see her grow. Betwixt between seen and unseen. Rare as precious stone cut from the earth, she is all I search for. The deepest of colors streaked like veins beneath the skin. Oh how I wish to see her live and lavished with these arms. But again the winds are passing. Persuading mere thought and thesis of a harkening desire. A molding trough from which to taste, yet it is substance I require. Patience be the only remedy for a heart that conspires. © SALMIST. 2013. All Rights Reserved. Do Not Copy Without Explicit Written Consent. www.salmist.com
3.
She's got the body of a battle axe. Tearin' through paper hearts since the start. The kinda girl who gave herself away one too many times. World at the fingertips, hands on her waist. Stubborn as hell. Steadfast to her thoughts. Cuddling doubt like a dog. An attention breather. Without notice, lungs run dry. She believed every lie told from the snake's tongue. Flattery and decay. Angels cry beside her, only to have their robes torn. Demons build bridges to depravity. Calling out the easy path. Distance becomes isolation. She breathes whilst sinking into concrete, cables wrapped around her neck. Time will see its bitter end. A walking obituary. Plain inks of black fall upon her ivory slate. No gloss or powder covers this disgrace. A dead stare holds reflection within the mirror. Not a thought, dream, or desire would bring a lover near. The knife paints words upon her wrists. Unwanted and worthless. She peeks down from her mountain. In search of a filler for an incoherent sentence. Deliriously stumbling from shelter to slavery. These bricks are made of malice. Lonely vessels trace these streets. Spiteful sailors abandon the Captain to serve the Curse. Blinded and bound by pride. Reality fades to black from white. No glimpse of color. Souls dark and numb inside. Just a cardiac that beats and lies. She surrenders. Silencing potential and patience. Settling on quakes and quicksand. With common goal. Ravage all hope. Tear clothes from skin. Let in the end of innocence. Retreat. Despoiled and beaten. Retreat. Putrefying shame. Repeat. Empty fills the well within these lifeless eyes. Lacking strength to stand and all will to live. A kick keeps her face to the ground, and value within reach. Chains be the frames of a bed. The floor speaks death's cruel whisper. Walls silence no screams. The world watches as she bleeds. SALMIST © 2013. All Rights Reserved. Do Not Copy Or Reproduce Without Explicit Written Consent. www.salmist.com
4.
Your eyes go deep. painting false pictures, and telling false rhymes. lies will be your demise. watch your words. As a dead man's gaze upon the hourglass. Head in hands, weeping. Overwhelmed breaths of lethargic loss. It's only a matter of pendulum swings. Waiting. Told what's never said. and believing what's never heard. may love and hope find you, where the arms of others cannot reach. Treading feeble ground. Seafoam green blankets, pushing and pulling against the cardboard coast. Built love as a monument on the sands of the tide. Pulled by currents, drowned in the depths. That which fallen into, can just have you pass though, or cast you aside. Like sheets of glass, left with pain and pieces. Time spent isolating and fabricating. A lie that will keep you safe. Run turns to sprint. Going back to your boxes. Like perfectly cut coffins. Now iron clad, and full of fools. Culprits and colligates bore themselves and bind their wrists. I, the least of these. Wishing to split my bones and find the sin in the marrow. Siphon the sickness from within. Repetition breeds pale skin and empty veins. Weary eyes lack vision. Legs void of momentum. I, the hollow soul. No reflection or rhythm beneath cascading haze. Fragility and identity are one and the same. Angst be my bitter tongue. Flourishing apathy from an anemic canvas. An abyss of absence. I, the lifeless. Nothing to no one. She will never know me. My daughter of only 4 years. Given away in hopes of staying alive. To be seen in the present would surely send her to my grave. I struggle to reach a thought she would understand. No end could prove my tries. Failure like cataracts leeched upon my eyes. I couldn't see her if tried. Looking beyond the blur. A pulse from my chest is but the memo which states, "I have lost everything." My own addictions play symphonies of discord and wretched lies. This body, a whore. Filled with the spit and desires of dead men. Not a hair on my head or a hope inside. In myself I see no gold, nor a lining of silver. I share likeness of the dirt beneath my feet. Abused and useless. A means to an end with no regards. Crushed and petrified, my eyes melt to milk glass. Rain falls from these once blue windows. Only recalling the smell of wasted potential and rusted dreams. There is nothing clean in me. And every moment becomes another to forget. I infect and give disease. Abandon emotion, worthless now. Evict every tear that's left in its dwelling. This is Hell and I breathe the fragrance of the damned. Between every gasp for breath, a grotesque summary. Leave me. Ruin be my abode. And when everything reminds you of what you had, lost, or wanted. Walk away from yourself. That once dreamt image of greatness. A strong soul flickering. Eradicate this slate within. Bring me back to life again. But words do not contrive salvation. Fantasy be the death of a dreamer. I will die alone. A nobody. Unknown.
5.
Interlude 01:53
I am too sore for silence. a whirlwind of whispers. Dreading the dreams that deem me empty. Darkness breathes. Incomprehensible the thought of standing. Light to the eyes would blind. A stone for the heart inside. None can roll it from the cavern surrounding. Only fools find themselves out to be ignorant. Abounding in bliss for brokenness. Some days I crawl. Unnoticed and unobliged. If He truly made these days, then what a game He plays? Am I worth the dead end of a joke? What humorous plague life must be. Solitude and savage desires. Seclusion and a torturous mind. Sickness and suicidal tendencies. Every walking corpse has graced me with lies. and watered down truth drinks me into madness. So why? Age old and still ringing out. A bellowing call to know the unknown. Yet the thought is enough to hold me captive. If only I could see what lies ahead of me. You say it's faith, I say fraud. Fighting to count this a loss. Subconscious silhouettes dance upon the grave. Whether mine or yours, the demons are the same. The chill drops my stomach to the trenches. A battle line with no defenses is my soul. SALMIST © 2013. All Rights Reserved. Do Not Copy Or Reproduce Without Explicit Written Consent. www.salmist.com
6.
Unapologetic 03:35
I'm not sorry. shaped you, made you, moved you. From single breath to a love unending. Fearfully and wonderfully. You are mine. I'm not sorry. The best decision ever made. Wisdom watches a master at work. Chaos cycles through dry bone and cold world. Let color arise and life begin. By tension's pulse be born. No, I'm not sorry. So she doesn't fit your picture perfect. But there is more heart and soul to her in a single frame, than to any chained in fame. And I find no blame when rain cascades down the iris hue. Beauty is built and sustained, not gained. Vast in difference and designed in resistance. To you who criticize and curse my bride, be silenced. I wanted her before she knew the words to speak. I'm not sorry. I'm not sorry. About a mile to carry a tree. Back breaking as I bleed. Sand becoming crimson crystals. Each step was another thought of you. For everyone you know and those you never knew. I bleed. For a chance at us in eternity. For us to be free. And I'm not sorry. As they hung my bones from the sky. On a symbol that stands throughout history's faded lines. I became all that needs no recognition. Upon me was the spirit of every wicked man. The men lost in hatred's fury. From rapist to republican. Dictator to democrat. Abusive parent and her damaged children. The whores and the homesick. Liars and lepers. The cast out. Beat out. And beat down. The doubter and the defiant. The selfish and the cynical. For all men I died an equal. For each to have an equal chance to choose me. To love and be loved by me. I went through hell just to get to you. And I'm not sorry. I'm not sorry. I'm not sorry. You are the best decision I ever made. SALMIST © 2013. All Rights Reserved. Do Not Copy Or Reproduce Without Explicit Written Consent. www.salmist.com
7.
Kassi's Song 05:10
I want to be a father. I want a daughter with eyes like her mothers. And I don't care what the world has to say about beauty or grace. Because girl you know I've seen it written on your face. This is the moment. When I find myself buried in thoughts of you. Unheard is the sound of your laughter. Unknown is the glow of your smile. But believe me when I say this. If you are not the very words of God, then he Himself never spoke. You, my daughter, that I have yet to hold. Your eyes, the color, of all my favorite days. Like the days we'll sit in city parks and you'll ask me silly questions. The ones that start with "Daddy..." Or the first day you play in snow. Wearing the smallest pair of mittens ever made. Your every hug will be my Christmas morning. A gift I pray you never stop giving. Life protrudes from each of your small hands. And from that first breath began my striving to become a better man. You have made a home in my heart, and pay no rent to stay. You are all that has ever been beautiful to me. No picture worth a thousand words. No verse so sweet in prose. Not the eyes of those who will behold. Nor the forest's every rose. I love you more than all that is left within this world. SALMIST © 2013. All Rights Reserved. Do Not Copy Or Reproduce Without Explicit Written Consent. www.salmist.com

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Dear daughters, you are the breath and the stars of this universe.
To Christ my heart, and to you my love.
Thank you.

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released October 22, 2013

Written and Performed by SALMIST
Recording and Tracking by Nathan Worthey
Mastered by Jeff Hendrick
( www.facebook.com/JeffHendrickMusic )
Produced by Nathan Worthey, Jeff Hendrick, and Jacob Worthey
Guitar on "Feeder" by Taylor Draper of SleepAlaska
( www.facebook.com/sleepalaska )
Banjo by Jonno Bouldin

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