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Direct Address

by Fatal Flaws

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Story 03:54
The time comes, the figure enters in on the leftmost side. The curtain up, the lights focused below. A childhood not so different from most; learning shame and pride, trying to find a place in a world so wide. Then confusion, angry prayers, and the wish to be another. Disappointment both from others and yourself. “If you love me as much as you say you do, help.” So frame it as compromise, as a fatal love. In your voice they rationalize, neglecting their duty of love. But is everything so purposed, even a deep-set thorn that keeps on digging? Does obedience require that a heart be torn or beaten? Then guided, only chance, the discovery of one I respected. Sometimes life is a dance, a surprise. A decision then, to believe at all cost, the only thing that won’t make me feel lost.
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Feet 04:32
My feet are full of extra pieces that collapse under the pressure as I step into the unsure, and I cannot remove them because each is a necessity; so bill me to sustain me till they kill me. An inheritance of brokenness, a glass of shards of glass, and then a cast, a mold reflecting all the fractures in my past. And as the stabilized mechanics let me throw the crutch aside, I feel the warmth of oxycodone mixing with the rush of pride. Ah. And as the surgeons now reveal me, I will hide my scars by displaying them proudly on my two feet, and I will walk along your whitewashed main street, under wooden beams--which marred themselves--have seen a pair of scarred feet. I inherited this “brokenness” which silently He passed without a word, though he gave many on our fractures and our lack. Would he welcome these mechanics? Hold a crutch to wounded side? How much can I love my brother? How much have I killed my pride? Ah.
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Eighteen years, just thinking I did not deserve love, and satisfied with words from above: I am pleased with you when your heart is clean. Then a time of new life, new growth, and new love, more real than a descending dove. I was terrified. I was mesmerized. Then it broke. He proved all my fears were real. Please, please, can I know? Would you be so cruel to make me do this alone? Then two more. Both times I thought it was the right choice. Both times I tried to follow your voice. I was confident and I tried so hard. And then came the doubt and questions about your name, your goodness. Were you real? Were you sane? Do you care about anything I want? Why withhold such a common gift? Love is seeing Your face. Who to see it with? I will wait here alone. I will try to love you, but I’ll need someone by my side to love me. (Your promises are new every morning, every morning.)
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If you’re there, if you’re there, if you’re there, bring me something new. I am scared, I am scared, I am scared, and I need the truth. Bring me back, bring me back, bring me back. (You said you would, you said, you said you would.) I have been with your people so long. I have been with them most of my life. I have seen them do some things all wrong, and I’m not sure that I need a wife. Bring me back, bring me back, bring me back, if you can, if you can, if you can. (You said you would. You said you could never forsake me. You said you would, you said you would. You said you could never forsake me.) Bring me back, bring me back, bring me back, if you can, if you can, if you can.
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The Turn 03:05
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So It Goes 03:41
We are born broken temples waiting for someone to enter and to make us magnificent, to take that sense of loneliness we feel from our childhood. We all want to feel understood by our peers and those we love. What is this barrier between us all? So it goes around again, it seems a broken man can break a man, and we’re burning bridges that we’ve yet to build. And so we go around again, we’ve learned a broken man will kill his friend. Should we hit the brakes or wait for this to end? It’s a fight from our first day, things are sad. When they say that life’s unfair, guess they mean it. Things are bad. Will this cynicism kill or protect us? What good will can we expect? What should we give to our neighbor? How naive can we afford to be? Is there hope? Let’s believe a prophecy we can achieve by love and grace. We make our culture. Let us shape our common future. And I swear, the world is beautiful sometimes. And there is so much we don’t see that we affect positively. Not hopeless after all. And so we go around again entropy dictates that we have a coming end and up or downwards is what we get to pick. And so we go around. My friends, when darkness overwhelms just do your best to swim. Just keep on breathing; you are not beaten yet. And so it goes. And so we go.

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In which, surrounded by darkness, I cry out to God, unable to see any other way out.

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released September 8, 2013

Written/performed/recorded by Ambrose Reed / Fatal Flaws

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