The Autumn Effect

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Musical Accompaniment:

10 Years - The Autumn Effect

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We are of three pieces: body, mind and soul

If one were to die, we no longer would be whole

Some people are just rabbits but a few of us are the fox

And we find out who is who at the autumnal equinox

When the world coldly turns away from prospect and sunshine

Then the simplicity of life begins slowly to decline

The scent of death is in the air as the winds begin to pick of speed

And even the mightiest of oaks eventually will concede

The storms wrack the coastline and put a chill into our bones

And the rabbits among the sailors are given to Davy Jones

Silence and beauty flee, replaced by withering decay

Hardship, fear and hunger will form this night's soiree

To make it through the autumn is never a guarantee

It is indeed a test of our inner trinity

Of body, mind and soul, each of them must survive

For a person's not a person if even one of them is deprived

Yet Nature will do her best to rob you of all three

This is the way of life; it's easy to foresee

Each year it is the same as we prepare for the long haul

And yet countless is the number of those that take the Fall

They've lost one of their pieces and are now considered doomed

That's why there's so many rabbits: to make up for those consumed

For when the night sets in, it's the foxes that prevail

And they are not obliged to help the ones that fail

The Pursuit

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Musical Accompaniment:

Noah Gundersen - Honest Songs

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Sometimes it seems a mystery how people get along

If we are single music notes, how'd we ever make a song

For we are all so different, we're all going different ways

And no one can agree upon how best to solve the maze

So we make the same mistakes all over when we should've learned from them

We're quick to quick to take offense but even quicker to offend

And the song we sing is more than multilingual

It's the meaning of life and it's actually quite simple

We've become champions of survival and so possess more time for the pursuit

But the way out of this maze called life we constantly dispute

The answers to our questions have grown too hard to ascertain

Everything that's fed to us is laced with vanity and cocaine

Our lives are over-salted and we've forgotten the real taste

The way we deal with loss is to have our things replaced

But emotional investment makes no two things ever the same

With each loss, a tiny piece of us is given to the flames

And our physical possessions, our connections great and small

They will be the reasons for our eventual downfall

The words of all our prophets are constantly ignored

Or even worse: misunderstood and accredited to a lord

Thousands of years it's been like this, we don't know any other way

We worship our false idols though they're leading us astray

And yet the problem isn't difficult, we just have to take the time to think

We're so close to the solution but we must replace our vices with instinct