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Listen to Belated Flourish by Richard Charles Stevens (Make Me Feel Suite)

Listen to Make Me Feel by NRG

Make me feel
Make me feel
Make me feel
The beauty in the beast
I rediscovered
Bang the drum
Bang the drum
Bang the drum
Make me feel
Bang
Bang the drum
Make me feel
Bang
Bang the drum
Make me feel
Bang
Bang the drum
The beauty in the beast
I rediscovered
Bang the drum
.
Make me feel
Bang the drum
.
It was summertime and winter
In the spring of my becoming
There was beauty in the beast
That waded deep the river running
There was little indiscreet
About the silence of the trees
As they entitled me to breathe free of succumbing
.
It was summertime and winter
In the spring of my becoming
There was relevance to nature
Famed to keep the river running
There was little unforeseen
Through eyes that whispered of the trees
As they enlisted the belief to freely summon
The beauty in the beast
I rediscovered
(Make me feel
Bang the drum)
The beauty in the beast
I rediscovered
(Make me feel
Bang the drum)
.
In the absence of a mind maligned by idle ideas unbecoming
Found myself a theory for each sweet sensation prior numbing
Wires were strewn
Some red
Some blue
My veins were bled
My skin soaked through
I sang a hymn to quell the pangs
And rang the bell that felt most true
.
Rang the bell that felt most true
Rang the bell that felt most true
(Rang the bell that felt most true)
Rang the bell that felt most true
.
Flowers my pale bones poked through
(Make me feel)
In open ode to hopeful bloom
(Make me feel)
My gaze bespoke
The ages strewn
(Make me feel)
Through meadow haze
To fête resumed
.
In the greater scheme of narrative
I died to break the seal to where the habits live
.
In the greater scheme of narrative
I died to break the seal to where the habits live
(Make me feel)
(Bang the drum)
.
My fears were uninhabited
My favour multifaceted
For every single breath
Attested heartbeat left to haggle with
Should something wicked this way come
Then I would swiftly bang the drum
Drown out sound of compound bound
To crown behaviour more profound
Take straight razor to my pains
And bleed each vein through art
(Bleed each vein through art)
(Bleed each vein through art)
Take straight razor to my pains
And bleed each vein through art
(Bang the)
(Bang the)
(Bang the drum)
(Drum)
(Bang)
(Bang)
(Bang the)
Weave the braid of same eyes seen
Through mane of each braveheart redeemed
To beat within
Entitled keep
Defiant in reclining breeze
(Bang)
(Bang)
(Bang the)
(Bang)
(Bang)
(Bang the)
(Bang the drum)
.
(The silence of the trees bespeak)
The silence of the trees bespeak the secrets of the timeless deep
(Timeless deep)
(Timeless deep)
The silence of the trees bespeak the secrets of the timeless deep
.
It was summertime and winter
In the spring of my becoming
There was beauty in the beast
That waded deep the river running
There was little indiscreet
About the silence of the trees
As they entitled me to breathe free of succumbing
(Make)
(Make me feel)
(Bang the drum)
.
It was summertime and winter
In the spring of my becoming
There was relevance to nature
Famed to keep the river running
There was little unforeseen
Through eyes that whispered of the trees
As they enlisted the belief to freely summon
The beauty in the beast
I rediscovered
The beauty in the beast
I rediscovered
(Bang the drum)
.
In the spring of my becoming
I felt stunningly at peace
For the others at the fête
With great encouragement agreed
And I deemed it most becoming
To be seen
As the rose red river running dressed a stunning springtime scene
(Seen)
(Seen)
.
It was summertime and winter
In the spring of my becoming
There was beauty in the beast
That waded deep the river running
There was little indiscreet
About the silence of the trees
As they
enlisted the belief to freely summon
The beauty in the beast
I rediscovered
.
Seen (repeat)
.
In the absence of a mind maligned by idle ideas unbecoming
Found myself a theory for each sweet sensation prior numbing
Wires were strewn
Some red
Some blue
My veins were bled
My skin soaked through
I sang a hymn to quell the pangs
And rang the bell that felt most true
.
Rang the bell that felt most true
Rang the bell that felt most true
(Seen)
True
Make me feel
Bang the drum
(True)
Bang the drum
Bang the drum
(True)
Bang the drum
Bang the drum
(True)
Bang the drum
The beauty in the beast I rediscovered
The beauty in the beast I rediscovered
(True)
.
In the absence of a mind maligned by idle ideas unbecoming
Found myself a theory for each sweet sensation prior numbing
Wires were strewn
Some red
Some blue
My veins were bled
My skin soaked through
I sang a hymn to quell the pangs
And rang the bell that felt most true
.

Richard Charles Stevens

Keeper of The Crimson Quill

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