The Surrogate Piano

by fieldsofmigraine

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When she was pragmatic, it was the prettiest. Her eyes became knowing and distant, looking both ways before crossing her fingers or her heart. Once bored into art, he now remains bored with his art. Somewhere between this boredom and purposelessness, she is waking up from her daydreams.
And when it will all be clear, she will probably retreat and then disappear into pointless preludes of her stoic sonnets. This is my friend, "The Surrogate", and she sits me through my moods. She swings when they do. She sits and waits in my thoughts otherwise.
"When following the dreams of others, beware of their nightmares." She thought.

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released December 12, 2013

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fieldsofmigraine Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania

Imaginary people telling imaginary stories to imaginary listeners.

"fieldsofmigraine" is a collective of acts such as:
1) Midnight Moodswings
2) Tensor

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Track Name: The Elated
Where the ocean
touches the sky.
I'll await these
desires to die.
Serenading
the silence of light.
I'm sedating
my reasons to fly.

Skin of steel
gave you something to eat.
Jubilation
is nowhere to be.
Running thin
and writhing on me.
Searing sins
hiding under your sleeve.
This elation
is writhing on me.
Track Name: Indecent Mathematics
Oh Apathetic,
I'm here for your therapy.
Oh Diplomatic,
you can be who you want to be.
You problematic,
Just don't get ahead of me.
Oh Automatic,
your thoughts leave a stench in me.

Oh...

Oh pathetic,
the nights bring us melodies.
Stay dramatic,
this won't be the end of me.
Oh poetic,
you wallow in misery.
Your mathematics,
has washed you from decency.
When you regret it,
I'll be waiting in your memories.
Track Name: Interlude- Hell's teeth
Intrepid, or not,
you're listening.
To my every little thought,
you're sickening.
Think whatever you'd think
of my manic flesh,
You're in Hell's Teeth now.
And you're under-dressed.
Rhyming every little wish,
you're venomous.
Say whatever you'd say,
it's still loneliness.
Look, distractions!
These,
you won't want to miss.
When I am free,
you will cherish this.
Track Name: Trapped in Recurrence
Tremble
Tremble
Tremble
Tremble
"Tremble", they said.
For pleasure they fed.
"Assemble your head.
Lest you have bled.
Resemble what's dead.
Troubles ahead."

Troubles
Troubles
Troubles
Troubles
Troubles reject
your untimely breath.
December, I read,
will rain introspect.
His shame, I object,
is failing to tread.

Remember mundane,
this won't make you sane.
She's hiding estranged.
She looks so deranged.
The viscous, then claimed
to hate me again.
Track Name: A Clockwork Must Tire
When this erupts,
I hope you're listening.
I only work
if you're missing sin.
We will begin..
No more..

You interrupt
when the harbour's glistening.
I only work
if you're missing sin.
With remedies.
Remedies impure.

FIlled shut,
there my heart laid withering.
I only work
if you're missing sin.
You Insecure!
You Impure!