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Muses and Men Lyrics
Layers of oil in jars
Dried shut
Canvas on a roll
Behind dusty old guitars
Never to be stretched
Toiling alone
I mastered my craft
Made beauty from chaos
With steady young hands
The muses all came
But none of them stayed
Vague memories of faces
And precious few names
A master above
A new generation
Of muses and men
I made my final mark
On my final statement
The grand culmination of mine
Everything I am
In one composition
The grand culmination
Of synapses fired
Refractions of wavelengths through a haze
Of vapor in the air into my eyes
The shadows of mountains
The cool air of valleys in my lungs
From drifting plates of land, how they collide
These canyons eroded
Carved out by the violent river flows
Drawn by gravity to oceansides
Where blood orange sunsets
How they hit the iris in her eyes
Never to be mine after that night
Now my final statement
Can never compare to happenstance
I've learned the meaning of futility
My thirty years gone
I'll return to the earth
A masterpiece may grow
My synapses fired
I am synapses fired
Dried shut
Canvas on a roll
Behind dusty old guitars
Never to be stretched
I mastered my craft
Made beauty from chaos
With steady young hands
But none of them stayed
Vague memories of faces
And precious few names
A new generation
Of muses and men
I made my final mark
On my final statement
The grand culmination of mine
In one composition
The grand culmination
Of synapses fired
Of vapor in the air into my eyes
The cool air of valleys in my lungs
From drifting plates of land, how they collide
These canyons eroded
Carved out by the violent river flows
Drawn by gravity to oceansides
Where blood orange sunsets
How they hit the iris in her eyes
Never to be mine after that night
Now my final statement
Can never compare to happenstance
I've learned the meaning of futility
My thirty years gone
I'll return to the earth
A masterpiece may grow
I am synapses fired
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