Beyond the Music

goods // iamamiwhoami

I come bearing legacy, that we caused your leaving our dawning land
I come with delivery, and I have wrapped it in my mourning band

I bring you my history that I expect your tender arms around it
Give it love and think of me
These are the letters from a compound

See the dawning of novelty
Where we embrace the kind of subtlety
Time finally caught up with me
Molded in the image of the feared fugitive

Toned down but playful
Say your greetings with goodbyes
Your cup is brim full
Sorrow sinking with a smile

Now we found a cure
Tiny to be sure
Change is always given to decide just who it's for
(x2)

Don't expect to hear from me
As I have got to feed our hungry mouths
I do enjoy your company
But we must work to keep you content

I see the better and the worse in me
I embrace the kind of subtlety
Courage finally caught up with me
Molded in the image of the feared fugitive

Now we found a cure
Tiny to be sure
Change is always given to decide just who it's for
(x4)

Toned down but playful
Say your greetings with goodbyes
Your cup is brim full
Sorrow sinking with a smile
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She has the goods. 

The Character has the goods, as she always has. 

But now, something is different. 

The Character has come with a truer purpose and reason, the balance to her methodical insanity. 

The Character is our character, attacking our unseen antagonist - killing the ludicrous bond slowly and without weapon - a plan as spurious as the scene which has whittled its way past our children's eyes. 

The Character has an air of vengeance, teeth sharp and ready to bite. 

There is nothing to say or do, but attempt to understand the vast projections, seemingly fabricated histories ago. 

Eyes flashing, hair knotted, The Character's attitude rolls through visually. 

Rhythms battered, synth eternal, The Character's mind conveys a sonic message. 

The Story has been often and long, this being the end of a series, but first of a change in action. 

Yet The Story is now solving itself, as The Character parades on, storing the beat of our own deaths and rebirths temporarily in her third space, during which we, the audience, the Listeners, connect with a type of kinship - we are The Character's Kin. 

The Kin shed their skins and scutter away, The Character's tones echoing throughout their consciousness, The Story unfolding before their eyes.