The Time I'm Gone

from Grandfather by Chasing Nora

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Come and meld your pistons
Run them true and red
Drag lead all on the counter babe
For storing present threats

My pulse churns like a semaphore
With static toning hymns
I'll begin this raised essential babe
As the swollen clouds roll in

I finally found my footsteps
Crossing south and west
Ill forge my best from winter suns
While tendrils cool my chest
Tendrils cool my chest

My veins form a noose
And the velvet pulls me in
Crawling from his satchel babe
My shadow's growing thin

My sternum takes less punishment
From the clock held deep within
Someone close the cannery
And my form will fill it in

The ground has found the leaves again
Though they fooled it once or twice
holocene grabbed a foothold
And held on with a vice
Hold me with a vice
Hold me with a vice
Hold me with a vice
Hold me like a vice

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from Grandfather, released November 4, 2015
Isaac Solo - Synthesizer & Harmony

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Chasing Nora is a project that hopes to evoke reflective, pensive thoughts in its listeners.

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