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SKEEM
... JUST SUGGESTING

29 Oct 2013
Label: Musea

1. The grand scheme
2. All we are
3. Gone away muse
4. Half a life
5. Last days
6. Drowned dreams
7. The journey within
8. The perfect truth
9. The hidden path
10. Book of shadows
11. Colors
12. The end complete
13. Naked lies
14. The power of angels
15. The grand scheme resumption


HALF A LIFE
Lyrics: Alex S. Garcia
Music: Serge Barbaro

This is a time of warring and strife,
This is a world we've wounded inside.
This is a life we've wanted to shine,
This is a place that feels so alive...

There is no way we can recreate,
There is no shame in recognizing mistakes,
There is no gain that can alter the pain,
There is no wind to blow it away...

          Half the life that I have lived
          Is half the time it takes to wake.
          Take the time if you can
          To have a life that's worth the wait.

I know it's late, too late for this show,
I know my hope is only a joke.
I know our fate is written in stone,
But don't let the worse happen at home...

Is this a dream? I don't know for sure.
Is this tomorrow? It feels like today.
Is this all real? It hurts all the same,
And it all seems like it's starting again...

          Half the life that I have lived
          Is half the time it takes to wake.
          Take the time if you can
          To have a life that's worth the wait.

There is no way to be strong,
There is no way to be weak.
This is the day that we seek,
The time to be free!
This is how it was meant... to be.

The world that we know is bleeding, it dies,
Calling us now to do what is right.
We need to be strong and hold off the tide,
Let's make a change before it's too late.

          Half the life that I have lived
          Is half the time it takes to wake.
          Take the time if you can
          To have a life that's worth the wait.

          Half the life that I have lived
          Is half the time it takes to wake.
          Take the time if you can
          To have a life that's worth the wait.

ABOUT THE SONG
This one is about how the human race, as a whole, keeps repeating the same mistakes over and over again. But it's also about the choices we have in life, the opportunites we can seize (and often miss) to make our lives better. One should never forget that, in the end, we control our own destinies... we just have to make sure we make the right choices! Life is a tricky business.

lyrics (c) 2013 Alex S. Garcia / music (c) 2013 Serge Barbaro


THE JOURNEY WITHIN
Lyrics: Alex S. Garcia
Music: Serge Barbaro

All of my dreams and all of my fears,
Locked within me, with my never-cried tears.

A world that is old, so lonesome and cold,
A place where I go when I feel alone.

There I was found, one day by a sound,
It lingered around and shattered the ground.

Nothing is real, it's all make believe,
But what if I feel that it's what I need?

All of my dreams, all of my fears,
Are locked within me, with my never-cried tears.

A world that is old, so lonesome and cold,
A place where I go when I feel alone.

Something inside has broken and died --
A piece of my mind -- to keep me alive.

I drift away far from all that I knew,
Here on this star looking for truth.

Looking for truth, yeah...
It's what I need...

lyrics (c) 2013 Alex S. Garcia / music (c) 2013 Serge Barbaro


THE PERFECT TRUTH
Lyrics: Alex S. Garcia
Music: Serge Barbaro

He whispered these words she'd heard him rehearse,
It hurt to observe the stuttering nerd,
She'd answer him first, just to be sure,
But all was a blur, it must be her worst...
In thirst for her lust, Kurt hoped to reach third,
But the dirt of his rust covered his shirt...

          She saw it coming.
          She saw right through him.

People in haste fear to be late,
All of them hate having to wait.
Their smiles are all fake, soon they'll awake,
Find out the state of their own fate.
So much at stake, so little taste,
Throwing out faith, such a lame waste.

          We saw it coming.
          We saw right through them.

Take this, take that, eat all, drink fast.
Life is a trap, you'll fall, won't last.
These pills will heal your aching heart,
But then your mind will fall apart.
The thrill to steal when all is dark,
A hand to find new ways to start...

          He saw it coming.
          He saw right through it.

The men in command, they don't understand,
Always pretend to be our best friends.
They promise us change, a joke we can't stand,
Try to arrange what others can't,
Trying to mend things that aren't broken,
But all is the same, unchanged in the end.

          We saw it coming.
          We saw right through them.

While the hypocrits are ruling the world,
We gather our wits and prepare.
So much around us, is taken for granted,
Placing our trust in what we perceive,
Yet all of our views are silently slanted,
What we thought that we knew is not what we believe...

          Our eye is a liar, it's all in our head.
          Our eye is a liar, until we are dead.

Perceptions are deceiving,
As visions in dry season,
Pretense is illusion,
Such intense an emotion,
Dancing while grieving,
Crying while laughing,
Searching for something
So fragile and rare,
A welcoming gesture
Perceived as an insult,
A sign of raw pleasure,
Could turn some to salt.

What we see... is not... what we get...
What we see... is not... what we get...
What we see... is not... what we get...
What we see... is not... what we get...

lyrics (c) 2013 Alex S. Garcia / music (c) 2013 Serge Barbaro


THE HIDDEN PATH
Lyrics: Alex S. Garcia
Music: Serge Barbaro

          I am the light, I am the dark,
          I am the white, I am the storm,
          I am the way, I am the path,
          I am the day turning to night!

They found me by the sea, naked and asleep,
Is this real or fantasy? I wish I were free.
I lay here with my fear, wasted and agrieved,
What I feel isn't clear, I've sunken too deep.

Let me be what I want in this land of crime,
Can't you see I'm too far, a mystery of time.
I wish I could go back to whence I came from,
I wish I could go forth, in trance and beyond...

But I can't.

The circle has been broken.
The circle has been broken.

          I am the light, I am the dark,
          I am the white, I am the storm,
          I am the way, I am the path,
          I am the day turning to night!

          I am the fire, I am the flame,
          I am the smoke that smothers your pain.
          I am the wire, I am the strain,
          I am the water that runs through your veins.

I hated the silence, it tested my patience,
I baited for violence and tasted my vegeance,
I traded her absence and shaded my presence,
I waited for balance and dated the offence.

          I am the light, I am the dark,
          I am the white, I am the storm,
          I am the way, I am the path,
          I am the day turning to night!

Reality, such futility...
A destiny, much to be envied...

Wandering through this land,
Wondering how it will end,
Now I walk through pretence,
Now I watch evidence...

I walk and I watch,
I walk and I watch,
I walk and I watch,
I walk and I watch...

What is the way? what is this war?
Why does a day tear us apart?
How can we play? How can we act?
Why do we make lie into fact?

What is this place? what is this face?
They would erase what God creates.
Now in distress, they sit and wait,
Hope it was fake and that it's not too late...

To anticipate all that they hate
They elaborate what they shall make
Ready to wake and retaliate,
To annihilate, or elevate,
If appropriate, what they tolerate
And can't immitate, or penetrate...

Enunciating the facts won't make them right.
Be ready to act, to protest and protect.

          I am the light, I am the dark,
          I am the white, I am the storm,
          I am the way, I am the path,
          I am the day turning to night!

Day turning to night...

lyrics (c) 2013 Alex S. Garcia / music (c) 2013 Serge Barbaro


BOOK OF SHADOWS
Lyrics: Alex S. Garcia
Music: Serge Barbaro

A sight of the unseen in the glimpse of a dream,
A sign of what has been, is, and will be.
Aside the wind we cast the remnants of the past...
Nothing we say or do can ever last...

The words we write
In shades of black,
All lines in time
That alter life
In ways unknown.
And secret paths
Unfold before
Our weary eyes.

Where day and night
In mind unite
And silent laughs,
Echoing fright,
Shatter and shine
Darkly inside...
Quietly numb,
Quietly cry...

Glittering dust in the grips of the lost,
Gathering rust, fulfilling the gaps.
Faltering trust in the grasp of old hope,
Shimmering first the pages of our lives...

The words we read,
The crimes we see,
The hopes we free,
In hope we'll be
A better man,
A better son,
Before it all
Can come undone.

But now the times
Are passing by,
Quicker than
Could catch our eye.
A simple plan
Is all we need,
But in our greed
We fail to stand...

Hand in hand,
We can survive
What was then
And what will be.
For in the end
The page is blank,
For us to write
The final line...

ABOUT THE SONG
Life is much more complex than the manichean concept of Good vs. Evil... There are many shades of grey out there. And who we are, what we do, all stems from our own acts and choices.

lyrics (c) 2013 Alex S. Garcia / music (c) 2013 Serge Barbaro


THE END COMPLETE
Lyrics: Alex S. Garcia
Music: Serge Barbaro

I. TO REMEMBER THE PAST...

A game of amber and shades, through the shimmering veils,
Hidden silvery haze, held in a fiery gaze,
Golden goes in a blaze, open gate to olden days,
Secret path to shadowy ways -- a craze that could go far...

It lays there in the dark, shining bright, glimmering white,
Door is locked, key on the wall, calling strong, beckoning sight.
Who could dare be a part of the light drawn inside?
Within mirrored halls, we all feel its might...

I'm going back home...
I'm going back home...

          My memory lost, I fight to regain,
          A past that has gone and yet it remains.
          If all is the same the cost I shall pay,
          For this is the game which we all play.

Through shadow I walk, creating the scene...
Or had it all been, before I had come?
Formed from my thoughts, the visions appear,
Becoming more clear -- it was what I'd done.

I'm going back home...
I'm going back home...

          My memory lost, I fight to regain,
          A past that has gone and yet it remains.
          If all is the same the cost I shall pay,
          For this is the game which we all play.

II. THE STRUGGLE FOR POWER

I follow the lines traced on the stone,
And images flash, memories of home.
The truth is revealed, I know what is real,
It wasn't a dream, it is how I feel.

My blood has a power,
My mind was rewritten,
My soul has an answer
So abnormally plain.
My father is a master,
My mother forgotten,
My brothers and sisters,
Dysfunctionally sane.

          Who shall I trust? Who should I believe?
          They all have a plan to do as they please.
          Now that I've found who I really am,
          Should I wear the crown or let it be him?

The things that I've seen, the things that I've done,
The words that I've spoken, all the harm that has come.
The ways that we've lost, the ways that we've found,
The thoughts that have crossed my mind when I was down.

It now is all clear, the path I must take,
It's not about love and it's not about hate.
What here is at stake is more than the world,
A fate that I share with those of my blood.

          Who shall I trust? Who should I believe?
          They all have a plan to do as they please.
          Now that I've found who I really am,
          Should I wear the crown or let it be him?

Chaos is real, I've seen it live!
It shudders and reels with tendrils of steel.
A war to define all that we are,
Tracing a line before we all fall...

I have come home!
I have come home!
I have come home!
I have come home!

ABOUT THE SONG
Those who know will see this for what it is... For the others, well, just enjoy the words and the story ;)

lyrics (c) 2013 Alex S. Garcia / music (c) 2013 Serge Barbaro


NAKED LIES
Lyrics: Alex S. Garcia
Music: Serge Barbaro

They told me...

''The sky is red, the grass is blue,
The rain is dry, the people few,
All children dead, dead are living,
Day is night and falling is rising...''

This is the way, they say, to be happy.
A perfect day, today, this is crazy.
They want me to stay, to pay society.
I need to change my ways and be...
Sane again.

          Their smiles are all fake, their words are all lies,
          Their hopes and their dreams all meant to be denied.
          These tales that they spin in the heart of the night,
          The remnants of sins that they never can hide.

And they said...

''The world is flat, the sun is cold,
The earth is new, the new born old.
Out of all that, our death was born,
And all that is true, we threw to the storm.''

Let me go back, I know what here awaits...
Let me go back before it is too late...
Let me go back, my soul is here at stake...
Let me go back before it is too late...

          Their smiles are all fake, their words are all lies,
          Their hopes and their dreams all meant to be denied.
          These tales that they spin in the heart of the night,
          The remnants of sins that they never can hide.

To be true is to be weak... or so they think.
To be free you must retreat... escape the real.
Pretense is the path... I start to sink.
Where is my life? Where is my life?

          Their smiles are all fake, their words are all lies,
          Their hopes and their dreams all meant to be denied.
          These tales that they spin in the heart of the night,
          The remnants of sins that they never can hide.

          Their smiles are all fake, their words are all lies,
          Their hopes and their dreams all meant to be denied.
          These tales that they spin in the heart of the night,
          The remnants of sins that they never can hide.

ABOUT THE SONG
I've always been fascinated with the concept of perceptions, the fact that our eyes do not necessarily show us what truly IS. In fact, two persons may even see different things. A good example of this is color blindess... and that's just the tip of the iceberg.

lyrics (c) 2013 Alex S. Garcia / music (c) 2013 Serge Barbaro


THE POWER OF ANGELS
Lyrics: Alex S. Garcia
Music: Serge Barbaro

The mystery was written, eons ago,
Of promises broken, we'd never know,
A shattering silence, stolen before,
From quiet repentance, fallen no more.

          All was so well, all was so light,
          Heaven and Hell, dark to be bright.

In ebony and jade, he would observe,
As beauty would fade, a scene so absurd.
Jealousy and shame ate at his nerves,
Corrupting what's sane... until it hurts.

Whispering words of deceit, spreading his lies,
Calling his brothers to arms, master of crimes.
Tonight, he said, they would all feast, alter their lives,
No cause to be alarmed, all would go right...

          All was so well, all was so light,
          No one could tell what would arise.
          Heaven and Hell, dark to be bright,
          And they all fell far from our sights.

Treason was the reason, sorry excuse,
A season for rising and to seduce,
A sinful objection made to confuse,
Inducing a falling after abuse...

          All was so well, all was so light,
          No one could tell what would arise.
          Heaven and Hell, dark to be bright,
          And they all fell far from our sights.

Refuse to produce, relieved to relive,
Employed to destroy all that was made.
Creation, pretension, searching redemption,
So silent and strong and yet... so damn wrong.

Void was their knowledge of what is good
They would vanquish their fears to become gods.
They jumped off the edge from where they stood
All heavens cried tears for what had been lost.

Now they are dead... and damned to the world.
Now they are dead... and damned to the world.

          All was so well, all was so light,
          No one could tell what would arise.
          Heaven and Hell, dark to be bright,
          And they all fell far from our sights.

          Angels they were, angels they are,
          You can be sure they are not far,
          Watching us grow, watching us fight,
          Ready to show us they were right...

Now they are dead... and damned to the world.
Now they are dead... and damned to the world.

ABOUT THE SONG
As everyone knows, Lucifer was originally an angel. This is the story of his fall from grace.

lyrics (c) 2013 Alex S. Garcia / music (c) 2013 Serge Barbaro

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