The Missing Link - Broach [Full Album] 2008

Music of Missing Link

00:00 Twenty Richards
02:07 She gave to me
05:21 Broach
10:01 Isn't meant for me
10:20 Must you please?
13:13 Panning plate -
Wool upon my eyes to steel.
And of burned bridges, for, leading no where.
Darkness I'm adjusted now.
To think you'd leave me here.
I can finally see a hand in front of me.
And obvious how, the wasted length's, of life & prime,
where I could not see,
to overcome or integrate,
that life of love,
to feel complete.

Small minds that you've employed when you talk about shared escapade, of past.
I'm not your ensample made, for refusing model candidate, or maturity for compare.
For you to rationalize & then evade.
For in the squeeze of the hourglass, life's a measure of who we share it with.
In lovinghood, jealousy doesn't prove you care,
& anger doesn't prove your jealous or just feared.

So proud, when, they can love you only at a distance.
Like rotting prize high up on a tree?
They're afraid to climb or come near, to reach.
So the chance I had, was never made,
I blame them, still, I know it's how, I cannot help this now, still.
When she left I couldn't replace why she said we couldn't last.
As I watch complaint, from loved & lost of their burdened time.
The turn I have, for coveted distant glittering.
Like salt & gravel in bitter panning plate.

18:41 Think
20:59 Fear unfaced

23:38 Wednesday -
She cursed the clock & said, "Everyone lies!"
She knows what to blame.
We've gotta work 'neath these blue skies!
She built a bridge over Wednesday,
now there can be only two days,
at a time, that make her cry!

They've gotten used to this trade-off for time!
Can't change any fact, lazy tongues drink the fine wine!
She built a bridge over Wednesday,
now there can be only two days,
at a time, that make her cry!

Takes too long for anyone to care. Filled with spite & glasshouse stares.
Hate our lives away & complaint just a shame in this gamblers slanted game.
She built a bridge over Wednesday,
now there can be only two days,
at a time, that make her cry!

Taxes or fees, favors or bribes?
Slush funds melt down the drain
to reveal our disguise.
She built a bridge over Wednesday,
now there can be only two days,
at a time, that make her cry!

Wednesday -
Fast paced rhythym
A D E D E D G C D

25:36 Loveless -
It's embarrassing. I'm bad for business.
They call me, 'nefarious omnipotous.'
I advertise, in classifieds.
The officers won't suggest me, as a musical trend.
I'm too expected, & exhausted. Inneffectual, too much, effort.
And I'm Satan, if you follow me, but I'm not Jesus, so dont run away.
Not confused, I'll never be,
Ill conceived notion, lynch mob mentality.

LOVELESS. JUST LOVELESS. NEVER, NEVER ASK ME WHY?
LOVELESS. JUST LOVELESS. SHE CAN'T AFFORD THE COST TO STAY?

I beg to "defer." cause it's hard, to be hated, such an anti-commerce way?
And high up on your, moral view, sho