chapter 4 lyrics suddenly beginning to feel lives un touched by the shadows around me like the leaf under the tree pushed away by the passing days its becoming a different way to say something important i want to be remembered as the child that found its way home through the everseeing trees the eyes wide open the eyes looking down giving advice and opinions through silent looks of masculinity masculinity the way i was taught by my mother to be afraid of the world and the illusion of deception nothing is worth dying for or living vicariously through someone else to be alone and seek shelter when someone says how may I help you or where are you going to be the goal the lift in the cab in the interior will be given a long parallel shadow many feet long and a piece of bewildered consonance will cherry the existent of hope torn slops of photographs drenched in oil swimming in layers of synthetic patterns of greatness the holy greatness the unforgiving eye seeking elements of a surprise vanquishing dreams for our own selfish reasons like the change of a season from winter to fall and summer to spring the rumbling lies of native delicacy the unforgiving eye my ghostly figurines placed on the shelf of vagueness each piece a memory or a replica that time was once all there was to be resolved to be possibly forgotten i just want to be remembered for the hollow reasons that I wish to complicate have been told to me by someone else the curtain is blocking the light into the room and i am slowly turning into a reflection of myself i’ve seen two sides of the curtain and i don’t want to be part of either side I want to be my own dream my own desires can be deceiving especially for those people who never seek to find me on the back of the river where the rocks move slowly i’m barely moving i’m barely even breathing i cant seem to find my own time in the space anymore I was taken away by someone else a friend I thought it was but only a mysterious figure who had seen me in a different view of existence the bottomless pit of screams and horrors all because a friend of mine had turned to gold those treasure troves unwelcome the forgotten stranger orphaning into my best friend its something that I had not only dreamed of but imagined on a different plane of my existence it was another lost opportunity and thats my fault it was my dream my destiny to not be remembered but displaced by another character or slight chance of dignity I was taken by someone else in my darkest moment of glory during the search for my immortality its being taken away to be replaced by someone else someone I’ve never even met before you must have crossed my fingers before with your eyes We know each other in a different space after all im left in a state of unrelenting pain and anger perhaps we both wronged each other in another life I wish to never be right again
Elk Minister Denver, Colorado
Elk Minister was born in a log cabin deep in the forest of the upstate region. While being raised by his mother and his Uncle Radcliffe, Elk Minister developed an affinity and love towards music, philosophy, and science. At age seven, Elk Minister was writing and recording his own songs on a homemade tape recorder built by his uncle. In 1999, he wrote an opera with his imaginary friend Gerald.
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