Twilight is searching for
stars to fill her sky.
White light blinds her, the
sun is far too bright.
Dark night brings her to
somewhere deep inside.
Twilight is searching for
something she can’t find.
Something strange has happened to the
flowers and the trees.
This is not, is not, the time for
them to change their leaves.
(So)
Twilight wanders through
letters she can’t write.
Time stands still when she
looks into her eyes.
Twilight’s tears flow, and
pools reflect her light.
Try as she might, she
cannot calm the tides.
Something strange has happened to the
rainbow in the sky.
The light has cast a shadow and the
colors aren’t quite right.
(As)
Twilight is burning up, a
fire she can’t fight.
Crystal trees shine, with light
leaves as sharp as knives
Ink and graphite be-
come the darkest light.
Twilight takes flight, she
cannot bear to cry.
Something strange has happened to the
sun, the moon and stars.
The constellations vanished, but their
light has left a scar.
(But)
Twilight is fading, as
darkness fills the sky.
Moonlight is dripping in-
to her violet eyes.
Starlight is singing a
lonely lullaby.
Daylight is dancing a-
way from paradise.
Something strange has happened to the
rivers and the sea.
The water’s standing still and re-
flections can’t be seen.
(Now)
Twilight is sleeping, as
memories pass her by.
Sun follows moonshine, the
beauty of the night.
Twilight is ending, and
so she says goodbye.
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An esoteric and eerie live performance from multi-instrumentalist J.P. Shilo conjures up haunting images with a multitude of dark tones. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 8, 2021
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Perfect, mellow, techno synthpop for a long, cold expanse of post-midnight cryoseism snowquakes, here in Central Illinois. Pure pleasure for jaded, jejune ears! str8sounds