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To Whoever You Are Now

by Pinnacle

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Stripes and stars, the rockets’ red glare Building walls between us Purple hearts, the honor to wear A sugar pill for the pain of trust Banners wave in a spangled storm of verbal power plays ‘til war machines engage once more and the colors blend to gray Flying colors a rainbow of hate And all just a blur in a splintering mind Are these words too little too late To make this world color blind? Black and white, the war rages on Condition red on election day Out of sight, the reason long gone Now only pain remains Man kills man for his father’s fears. His hate breeds prejudice Children learning through their tears which friends can be their friends Flying colors… Walk with me at summer’s end Way out here we’re the best of friends Lonely roads offer room to care We think the same thoughts, breathe the same air Clashing colors make us turn again The hate of the world between two friends As age old tales tear us apart And old wars rage Hard to see through tearful eyes Hard to feel with a broken heart Hard to keep a solid mind In a race that’s torn apart Foreign shores and racial wars, a whirlwind in my head The fire burns the rich and poor and the colors blend to red Flying colors…
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Sabre-like, refracted rays are piercing through the clouds Heaven offers just a taste of all that she enshrouds And I see, momentarily, as all your words ring true The beauty I have found because of you Caught up in the pageantry, a madrigal surreal Mirror vision time has ceased, the mystical revealed Now aware of a garden there, the splendor comes in view It's mine forevermore because of you One thing I've found Life may drag me down But your love knows no bounds And I am renewed because of you One thing I can say No one can ever take away The love you've shown me today And I know it's true because of you
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1001 Days 07:41
Every night I hear them Their voices like the howling of a hurricane Screaming back and forth With no regard for what their words destroy Sometimes the tears fall in torrents Washing away the fear and the hate. A thousand yesterdays go by In a flash like lightning. Heaven to earth in the blink of an eye. Now their hearts break like the morning Colder than yesterday but new in every way A bitter sweet teardrop is falling With regrets of last night and the hope of today Trapped between the love and the lies Hiding their faces while saying goodbye The storm will subside but the memories will linger And color the rest of their lives Now their hearts break… Then I wake to a peaceful morning Never really sure if the storm is over Or if I’m just standing in the eye
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Karma leaves her calling card on a sterling silver tray. You ignore the warning signs and throw that thing away. You hold a set of loaded dice, a victim of your own device. Strong convictions weakening, but for now you’re still the king. You call yourself a wanderer, the hero of the day a martyr who can do no wrong and always gets away. Icy fingers draw you near and change is in the atmosphere, entangled in a world of lies where no one’s going to sympathize. So you tread lightly and you say a prayer to the little tin angel in your pocket. Hold it tightly so you know it’s there, you’ve got a tin angel in your pocket. Close your eyes and hide away and hope you live another day. All is well. All is well. Karma lives a single life and won’t leave you alone. The guitar plays the same old melody, it just takes a different tone. You tune the strings and play along, try desperately to change the song. Sing the words etched on the page in a spotlight on an empty stage. So you tread lightly and you say a prayer to the little tin angel in your pocket. Hold it tightly so you know it’s there, you’ve got a tin angel in your pocket. Close your eyes and hide away and hope you live another day. All is well. All is well. So many lonely nights tripping on the threshold, falling to the floor. You can hear perdition calling, scratching at the window, banging on the door. Don’t look back. Just keep believing you’re invincible until Karma catches up with you. You made too many waves. Kismet is a chaperone when the guilty misbehaves. Guilt you feel is time you’ve served, it’s nothing more than you deserve. Subject of a watchful eye and years of past can testify. So you tread lightly and you say a prayer to the little tin angel in your pocket. Hold it tightly so you know it’s there, you’ve got a tin angel in your pocket. Close your eyes and hide away and hope you live another day. All is well. All is well.
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Words 04:38
Working on a method to my madness Looking my process in the eye Trying to find a way to find a way To release what is locked within my mind Thoughts come in waves and I’m drowning In the undertow of self-doubt and fear Words echo far away Come to me Add some form to what I want to say Turn the key Words tell me how I feel. Trying to fill the space between the lines With a clever turn of phrase Something that might turn on a light To chase away the darkness of the day Say something old in a new way Or give something new to the world? Words echo…
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The glass hit the floor with a crash that she wasn’t aware of. There was only the sound of the laughter that caught in her throat. The confusion she felt for so long made her melt as the tears began and she fought with her thoughts as she knelt down to pick up the fragments. She swallowed more pieces of glass today, they tore open the scars that had recently healed. The bitterness swells like a saltwater tide and it burns inside and she waits for the pain to subside so the healing can start again. There are memories in this house I don’t want, can’t take anymore. The time for some changes is long overdue. My story will never be told on a stained glass window. All the prayer in the world can’t repair the damage I’ve done. The world is distorted when viewed through a section of leaded pain All the color is gone, I just want to believe. I want to believe again. How does a life get so tangled when the thing that you care for the most is forgotten and pushed aside? Were we born with a purpose or do we prepare for the next time around? Should we scream at the sky or seek cover for inner reflection? The view from the hill has been calling her. She has visions of towers with windows lit up by a foreign sun. The only escape from the cruelty of life comes in stolen dreams where she steps through the looking glass hoping she never wakes up again. She gives him a smile as he walks through the door and embraces her. It was only one day but it felt like a lifetime he’d been away. He kisses her gently and holds out a present he bought for her. A hand-blown medallion ablaze with the colors of hardened fire. The ghosts of the past always follow them. The fragmented images move in kaleidoscope patterns swirling and changing and someday the spirits will fade away. Telescope foresight prevents them from heading that way again.
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You fell asleep to the murmuring flow Of the stream beneath your window In the depths of night how do you know If dream or dreamer makes the time run slow? Flow with the stream to a far away place Back to the life you left behind Younger days with the sun on your face And the future undefined Who draws the line between singer and song And what if they were one in the same all along? And who are you when at night you dream, Drifting way beyond the stars? Would the one you dream of being now Dream of being who you are? When a new day comes as it always does Which half of you will fall away? And will whoever you are now Return to dream another day?
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Stars 05:57
Long after dark the stars begin to glow in the sky. One by one they crystalize, silent sentinels of hope. Hope for a sign. Points of light that go on burning through the darkness of a frozen void with an endless ancient shine. Shine down on Earth with silent light a thousand worlds away. Is it quiet out there in space? Is that where the answers lie? The answers lie. In a secret, solemn chamber lies a book. Poetry of comfort for a weary world. Flickering candle turns the pages to white fire, burning like the Northern Star. Flames in the sky, light the way. Light the farthest reaches. Stars in the night, burning bright, burning history ignite this life with blinding light and purging fire. Light up the night. Illuminate and take your place among the stars. On a battlefield abandoned long ago, remnants of a raging war reclaimed by Earth. Witness to a brief existence in the sun, ashes scattered to the wind.

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Our fourth album, six years in the making.

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released May 24, 2018

Karl Eisenhart: Guitar, lead and backing vocals, tyranny
Bill Fox: Bass, keyboards, backing vocals, mandolin, Moog wrestling
Matt Francisco: lead and backing vocals, keyboards, Johnny one-take
Greg Jones: Drums, outlandish concept album ideas
Ray Weston: Lead vocals on “Words.”
Mastered by Brett Kull.
Cover art by Man in the Mountain.

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Pinnacle Allentown, Pennsylvania

Pinnacle concentrates on writing album material which they have performed to enthusiastic crowds at the NEARfest After- Party, ProgDay, and at ProgOctoberfest. They've backed Nick D'Virgilio, opened for Spocks Beard and Riverside. Pinnacle has played several shows for New Jersey Proghouse as headliners. ... more

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