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If you are a fan of 'Jesters Moon'
& 'Pipe Dreams',
then you'll love the new songs from Portland,
Oregon's metal legends
Bryce Van Patten - Vocals, Drums
Eddie Nixon - Guitars
Allen Gray - Bass
Painting by
Satya Pramathanya
From the ashes of the NW band
'PSYCHO' rose Babylon.
Playing an agressive heavy metal style all their
own, the band has written and recorded this
song in dedication to the great Edgar Allen
Poe.
All lyrics are taken directly from the poem
'The Sleeper'
Guitars: Eddie Nixon
Vocals & Drums: Bryce Van Patten
Bass: Allen Grey
Music & melodies written and
arranged by
Eddie Nixon & Bryce Van Patten
Copyright 2003 MIBMusic
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Reach For The Sun
Always praying on your knees
Try to discover a way to please
If you you can’t be what you want
You never know, you’ve never done
You can’t find it, reach
for the sun
And remember,you’ll be undone
In the distance, you see me
Darkness surrounds me, I cannot see
I can feel you, feel you there
You are surrounding me with despair
You never tried it, reach for
the sun
I can’t believe the things you’ve
never done
You’ll never find it, reach for the sun
In the end you’ll become undone
I never see you, you are alone
I can feel you, you are my own
I never loved you more, no other way to be
If you’ll stop and……
Then you’ll see
You’ll never find it, reach
for the sun
In the end you’ll become undone
You can’t find it, reach for the sun
In the end you’ll become undone
(Van Patten/Nixon)
Copyright 2005 MIBMusic ASCAP
Recorded at MIBMusic Studios
Produced & Engineered By
Bryce Van Patten
maninblackmusic.net
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The Sleeper
At midnight, in the month of June
I stand beneath the mystic moon.
The rosemary nods upon the grave
The lily lolls upon the wave
Oh, lady bright! can it be right
This window open to the night?
And wave the curtain canopy
So fitfully — so fearfully —
Above the closed and fringed lid
'Neath which thy slumb'ring soul lies hid,
That o'er the floor and down the wall,
Like ghosts the shadows rise and fall!
Oh, lady dear, hast thou no fear?
Why and what art thou dreaming here?
Sure thou art come o'er far-off seas
A wonder to these garden trees!
Strange is thy pallor! strange thy dress!
Strange, above all, thy length of tress
This chamber changed for one more holy
This bed for one more melancholy
I pray to God that she may lie
Forever with unopened eye
While the dim sheeted ghosts go by
My love, she sleeps! Oh, may her sleep,
As it is lasting, so be deep!
Soft may the worms about her creep!
Guitar Solo
Of her grand family funerals
Some sepulchre, remote, alone,
Against whose portal she hath thrown,
In childhood, many an idle stone
Some tomb from out whose sounding door
She ne'er shall force an echo more,
Thrilling to think, poor child of sin!
It was the dead who groaned within
(Taken directly from The Sleeper by Edgar Allen. Poe)
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