Seven Colors

by Klay Ra

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Their first release, Seven Colors takes the listener on a nine-track melodic journey with Klay Ra as they explore their creativity as a musician.

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released June 18, 2014

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Track Name: Ego
I write books worth of stuff that isn't books, create worlds of beauty I don't share--it's just mine, and only I understand.

That's all that ever has been, and to think the mystery used to be enough.

I float on top of the self I have created.

I want to feel good, and I can. Sometimes I'm just stubborn and lazy, and that's the only way you've ever seen me.

I float on top of the self I have created.

Be happy with what you have, even if it's not what you wanted, 'cause then it's not so easy to get disappointed...

With the self you have created.
Track Name: Drops in the River
Crown of leaves, high in a window on a cold morning
Young today, old as a railroad tomorrow
Days are just drops in the river to be lost, always
Only you, only you, you know

Years ago, birds of a feather would arrive nightly
Gone, you know, held to another like clutched ivy
On the shore speak to the ocean and receive silence
Only you, only you, you know

You hesitate so my memory fades
I'll hold to the first one
I wouldn't turn to another, you say
On the long night we've made

Let it go.

Only you, only you, you know.

Speak to me slow, my dear
No ghosts, of course, in here
Pleased to be lonesome, quiet, and clear
All is alone in the end
Track Name: Tomorrow
My brain is pudding, and my body's made of jell-o, and the air on my skin feels kind of marshmallow-creamy. Everything still sparkles a little, though the sky is falling down.

~ A startled expression flickers on my face as I turn to yet another blank page. Today's gonna be a good day, yes it's gonna. I can tell that it will be great.

In January, God sent a blizzard to follow the ice storm. The very next day it was seventy and sunny, but in Knoxville, that's the norm.

Why won't people poop in public restrooms or laugh in a quiet room? If you get all As, but nobody knows your name, well, at least you made it through.

My throat makes really weird noises when I swallow. I wish I was back in our bed bubble where you don't mind if I fart when we cuddle and I fall asleep in your arms.

A startled expression will flicker on my face when I turn to yet the next blank page. Tomorrow's gonna be a good day, yes it's gonna. I can tell that it will be great.
Track Name: Not Again
It just can't be.
It just can't be.
I've been trying for so long to make sure this didn't happen to me.
Not again, no, not again.

It's plain unjust.
I need your trust.
I've tried so hard, and for so long, to make sure this didn't happen to us.
Not again, no, not again.

It's just not fair.
It's just not fair.
I was complacent, I was fine, all was quiet in my mind, but now you're there.
Not again, no not again.

I don't get it.
No, I don't get it.
And I'll admit, there was some shit that I didn't want to happen, but it did.
Happened again, it always does. Happened again. I fell in love.

Love is patient.
Love is kind.
But it's just not the right time, but still you're here.
If love is patient, and love is kind, it will come back when it's time, so have no fear.

Love comes again, it always does.
Love comes again.
It always does.
Track Name: On Top of the Mountain
Om.
He said to the top of the mountain go.
Up to the top of the mountain go.

He said to remember that this is a journey, and you have chosen to travel steeply, and if you ever tire of walking, you need only breathe in the mountain air deeply.
Track Name: Heartbeat Maps
Pack up
I'm straight
Enough
Oh, say say say...

One night to be confused
One night to speed up truth
We had a promise made
Four hits and then away

Both under influence
We had divine sense
To know what to Say
Mind is a razorblade

Wait, they don't love you like I love you
Ma-a-a-aps, wait
They don't love you like I love you

To call for hands from above to lean on
Wouldn't be good enough for me, no.

Made off
Don't stray
My kind's your kind
I'll stay the same
Pack up
Don't stray
Oh, say say say
Oh, say say say

One night of magic rush
The start a simple touch
One night to push and scream
And then release

Ten days of perfect tunes
The colors red and blue
We had a promise made
We were in love

Wait! They don't love you like I love you
Ma-a-a-aps, wait
They don't love you like I love you


To call for hands from above to lean on
Wouldn't be good enough for me, no.

And you... you knew the hand of the devil
(They don't love you like I love you and)
You kept us awake with wolves teeth
Sharing different heartbeats in one night

They don't love you like I love you
Wait! They don't love you like I love you
Ma-a-a-aps, wait
They don't love you like I love you

To call for hands from above to lean on
Wouldn't be good enough for me, no.
Track Name: The Girl With Stars on Her Toes
There was a girl with stars on her toes
and wherever she walked, she swore she would float
far and up away, far and up away
from the perils of Earth.

She knew her friend would stay by her side
on fae wings and evening breeze, she knew she could fly
and her tears would wash away, tears would wash away
all the perils of Earth.

And once a boy with his feet on the ground
on their heels he would follow, his head in the clouds
and his mind would think away, mind would think away
all the perils of Earth.
Track Name: Seven
Let the fear dissipate, fly away on slowed breath.
The waterfall calls to wish it would rain, then summons it.
The mundane and the mind are wearing away at me,
exposing a glint of opal underneath.

~ Is this it? Is this all? Is there more? Is this not what I came here for?
Is this it? Is this all? Is there more? I forgot what I came here for.

Pursuing the shadow that dances behind, sheltering
my soul from the weight of the coins of light
on my back.
Silence.
She is banished.

What else do you have for me? What more? What more?
There is beauty in the depths of a wound so deep and winding like a crack of black lightning through the shell of the Earth on its way to the same core, and the same stars for sure.