Broken Sails

by Khoral

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Written and recorded November 2008 - February 2009.
Backing vocals on "Heart of Darkness" by Miss Roxanne.
Instruments : DSI Prophet 08, Moog Little Phatty, Roland Juno-1, Gforce VSM.

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released February 10, 2009

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Track Name: Heart of Darkness
The waves of murder past
Grieve before the mast
No map no charts
Just a darkness in our heart
The ship our home
All things are sinking down
The underwater nest
The drowning of regrets
Give me another chance
A sweeter way to die
Oh well it’s such a sorry sight

Your sad complexion
Beyond this place
There be dragons
Oh why the sour face
We sail through rain and thunder
We just live in the flicker
I guess we don’t fit in
We just…

Drenched in the sea of lead
Mocking our tears of rage
The sea our grave
Adrift in storm and hail
Grant me another wish
An exit way from time
Oh well it’s such a sorry sight
Corruption
Beyond this place
There be dragons
Why the sour face
We sail through rain and thunder
We just live in the flicker
I guess we don’t fit in
I guess we don’t fit in
We just…

Death is skulking in the air
In the water
In the air
Track Name: Broken Sails
The Mockery King of Snow
Sits silent in the rain
Staring into the wound
In the side of his broken sail
The stars they’re wandering
In the troubled sky below
All the men lay deep in sorrow
They knew of joys that never go

At the corner of sunken roads
In the pure shroud of snow
Even the greatest ship
Gets lost in the undertow
A heavy rain is pouring down
And it’s pouring on our souls
All the men lay deep in sorrow
They knew joy would never go

The fog bells ring, then ring no more
The poison’s getting cold
And who’s to heal our wounds
While we take the highest road
While the oceans depose
Our Mockery King of Snow
He’s been living on the tight rope
Carrying such a heavy load
Leading us to our broken home
Track Name: The Ghost of India Supreme
Sleeping as if already dead
In the foam of a wave
All the pleasures of the world
Left us empty and cold
Oh the pleasures of the world
Left us empty and cold
Our sleep broken
Our lives ashore
All the pleasures of the world
Lost us so far from home
The deafening sound of thunder
The crushing grip of the waves
We crossed over the sea
Where things arise and pass away
From river to the sea
Where things arise and pass away
We crossed over the sea
Where things arise and pass away

This is the house
This is the house of bones
This is the lake
These are the thousand cranes
This is the fish
This is the hollow shell G
Craving pleasure and nursing pain
This is the dying summer
The island flood can’t overwhelm
This is the fragile jar
This is the helpless reed
Crushed by the ocean
Free from fear

Death fetches away
The man distracted by the world
The sea takes away
The man deflected by the waves
Track Name: Empty the Boat
The Fortune Song

We are the worried men
We are the worried men
Without purpose or claim
We are the worried men

Some know their place and some don’t
Some will be safe and some won’t
Some will sing along
Some be guilty and some innocent

We are the worried men
We are the worried men
Without purpose or claim
We are the worried men

Late in the night as we strode
Past the Cape of Good Hope
On the China Sea we lost our faith
We are the ones who leave no trace

We are the worried men
We are the worried men
Without purpose or claim
We are the worried men

Empty the boat in time
Lighten the load in time
Empty the boat in time
Lighten the load in time

We are the worried men
We are the worried men
Without purpose or claim
We are the worried men
Track Name: The Fortune Song
We are coming to grips
With the way things end
The pursuit of fortune
Is the pursuit of death

The ocean taught us
Things we don’t understand
The pursuit of fortune
Is the pursuit of death

Empty the boat
Lighten the load
From the river to the sea

We are coming to grips
With the way things end
The pursuit of fortune
Is the pursuit of death

There’ll be no spring
And we won’t harvest
The pursuit of fortune
Is the pursuit of death