Equinox (Volume III of The Equinox)

by The Black Atlas

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Equinox (Volume III of The Equinox)
1.) The Master
2.) Salt Circle
3.) Equinox (I)

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released April 25, 2016

Recorded by Jesse Clasen
Produced by Peter Koronios & Jesse Clasen
Performed by Peter Koronios & Jesse Clasen
Tenor Sax on "The Master" by Ian Hendrickson-Smith
Guest Vocals on "Equinox (I)" by Ally Hoffman
Artwork "Lemon Surrogate" by Colin Frangicetto
2016

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Track Name: The Master
It doesn't get any easier no matter how I try
Watching all of the simple things pass me by
No more questions only sleep tonight
Deconstructing a monument to myself
It doesn't get any easier

I have changed my name
Every day for a thousand days
Automated mechanics for a new age
I won't put up a fight
These teeth have lost their bite
This city shutters and I
Go home
Track Name: Salt Circle
Tried to change, tried to change my life
Every bad habit that came to mind
Walked so far, and I have climbed so high
I am wearier, wearier now

And has it finally run its course?
And were the words I heard from just another voice?
Shouting all my fears at me
And I didn't make a sound
With the choices I had found
Leave me now
Leave me now
Never to return
Track Name: Equinox (I)
The past is a memory
For which we cannot care
The future is a whisper
A voice that is not there
It sings to me in dreams
In visions in the night
Revealing these illusions
For years haunted my mind

Put the past to rest
I am learning how
Placing down my burdens
To realize eternal now
There is a ceaseless
Rhythm in my chest

Letting go this indecision
Promising of some new vision
Beginning here

Moving outward I can see to
Future days when I am free of
Old ghosts, these old ghosts

There is a cycle that never ends
There is a ceaseless rhythm in
My chest, in my chest