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Immortality1

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@ Marc Marshall

2026-10-31 14:55:02

Paroles

A dry, smoky, flickering light.
A forlorn clack edging on monotonous.
Beaded white screen of black and white and gray,
transforms past life into pantomime.
It is immortality
of a sort.

Empty illuminates the beam,
above the scene, cloying and sentient.
Scratchy shadows hunger near, nourished whir
lapping secrets in flickering installments.
It is a comfort
of a sort.

(refrain)
the reel winds around and around,
the tape is flapping on the reel;
there’s silence only death has known,
and renown isn’t always grown.
It’s immortality of a sort,
it’s when life and ends come up short.

The dust lies thick, is boredom’s pet,
a free-form skin shot with blue and green.
Oblivious of chatter, leather
icon’s occupied, veins faded, patched yet frayed,
It is a symbol
of sorts.

unmoving arm, immune to drone,
spent hull is wrinkled, dry, cracked in repose.
Bitten nails brush the unswept floor, bound
at last by time and inconsequence.
It is a mercy
of a sort.

(refrain)
the reel winds around and around,
the tape is flapping on the reel;
there’s silence only death has known,
and renown isn’t always grown.
It’s immortality of a sort,
it’s when life and ends come up short.

Black-striped frames are flickering,
move as if alive, yet flat, doomed repeat.
Lost colors, sentenced to noise and fiber,
a dubious legacy in black white.
It is testimony
of a sort.

Fast-zoom pull back, freeze-frame picture
dulls and blurs the focus, burns in shadows.
Heavy silence, closing cold-hammered door
slams shut the reverb in cinemascope.
Fade to black, rolled credits
of a sort.

(refrain)
the reel winds around and around,
the tape is flapping on the reel;
there’s silence only death has known,
and renown isn’t always grown.
It’s immortality of a sort,
it’s when life and ends come up short.

(refrain)
the reel winds around and around,
the tape is flapping on the reel;
there’s silence only death has known,
and renown isn’t always grown.
It’s immortality of a sort,
it’s when life and ends come up short.

Style de Musique

male vocal, classic rock, slow tempo, introspective meditative cautious tone, piano and guitar