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Steve Pierce - Composer/Musician
Medley: Far Away/Insomnia. Written by Gregory Guidi and Steven Pierce 1995/1996. Performed by "Rhythm Method" with Curt Christian, Steve Pierce and Dennis Vaught. Recorded LIVE via boombox 1998. Visuals 2017. Far Away words by S. Pierce music by G. Guidi & S. Pierce C & P 1995 Waking from the same old dream, ,focus comes in blurry streams, washing the sleep into daze departed. Foggy head I hold my breath, "Is this life or certain death?" Sit up complete and dismayed. Oh, I have always felt the same, and I take the blame. I'm so far away, I'm feeling so far away. Still holding onto what there is to gain, but I hate the pain. I'm so far away, yes I'm so far away. I'm blending into every other thought, steady hands I haven't got, drifting from out to within regardless. All at once I hear the clock, ringing off the table cloth, bringing me back to begin. Oh, I have always felt the same, and I take the blame. I'm so far away, I'm feeling so far away. Still holding onto what there is to gain, but I hate the pain. I'm so far away, yes I'm so far away. I see the hope of the new day slipping deep inside my brain, like the cold standing water dripping slowly down my drain. I'm feeling far away, but it's that time of day. And like they always say, "Given the easy way you will not display courage." God I don't feel very brave, yet I go on with today, wondering what it will bring to harvest. Some success and wishful thoughts, numb distress or getting lost, writing the words I will sing. Oh, have I always felt the same? Should I take the blame? I'm so far away, I'm feeling so far away. Still holding onto what there is to gain. Do I feed this pain? I'm so far away, yes I'm so far away. But still there's hope of the new day rising high within my heart, and the pain it will evaporate as I begin to start. I think it's time to weigh, all of these crimes I've saved. I feel so far away, but it's the same old game, and I will not play. I will hope for the new day coming right outside my door, and the life that I deserve is waiting for me to restore. I am free, yes I'm free. Insomnia by Greg Guidi and Steve Pierce C & P 1996 Twilight, goodnight, all who are sleeping, Moonlight makes a test flight, yours for the keeping. There’s a wave crashing down around me, bold as a babe in a tree. Welding wheels to the street, go for relief. Midnight, and the insight, I am not sleeping, all right, who’s the wise guy, nailed to the ceiling? There’s a sound bearing down upon me, turned from a clown to a thief. Give me back what I need, gone for relief. Hey, there are spaces in the wall, I can see that antique’s going to fall. I ignore those things I can not see or call, I know my flesh is harder to install, in the dark I feel it all. Say, did you hear that one last night? It’s a scream and keyhole unrefined. What the hell is Larry doing giving up the fight? I know, he’s old, then damn it, so am I, in the dark there sparks a light. Twilight, goodnight, I am not sleeping, hold tight to the skylight, through which I’m creeping. There’s a dream, falling down around me, born to be clean and believed. Soldier on in the stream, filled with relief, I see, it’s the dance for relief.
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