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Sun Meets Horizon
02:58
Jacke Karashae

Sun Meets Horizon

A song to express both the not yet and the now: the yearning for Jesus' return, setting finally right the war within and without; and the celebration that He has provided exactly what I need in the waiting. MIX: Jacke Karashae/Rick Jackson -- Tell me when my eyes will finally catch the shining one and my soul's endless rebellion finally comes undone. Tell me when the sea will finally let the fire come. Tell me when the sun will finally meet the horizon. And when I fall against the wall, I feel so alone. And when my face dodges disgrace, little seems to reach my soul. Everyone will soon need another, and all will need much more than each other. Some of us will never find home... am I alone? Tell me when my eyes will finally catch the shining one And my soul's endless rebellion finally comes undone. Tell me when the sea will finally let the fire come. Tell me when the sun will finally meet the horizon. And when I fall against the wall, I will find my home. And when my face is in disgrace, let your spirit spark my soul. Everyone will soon need another; all will need much more than each other. Digging deep, you draw my soul to home... I'm not alone. Tell me when my eyes will finally catch the shining one And my soul's endless rebellion finally comes undone. Tell me when the sea will finally let the fire come. Tell me when the sun will finally meet the horizon. Tell me when the war is over, and all that's said is done. Tell me when the sun will finally meet my horizon.
The Illuminated Self (White) -feat. Jacke Karashae
04:18
Monk Turner

The Illuminated Self (White) -feat. Jacke Karashae

Who owns the time? I see you, product of a thousand hands and I hear your glories, sold in foreign lands I hear you stand above the common man who illuminates you just right. For precious few, memory's a birthright. Who owns our minds? (Foci join in spotlight, Prism-like, to bright white) I see you, glorious in humble hue I hear you, spirit spilling to renew, that I can't demonstrate, this biased view reflects such a poor sight. And a thousand lights aren't enough to make it right. But dynasties are built by tearing down our betters And seeing men as sets of cash and letters But who here doesn't care to be remembered? --but I can't feel fine! I stand, a piece of a kaleidoscope One of a million means of reading hope I want to see them all, I want the brilliance of the scope. How can we all survive when the Illuminating Self must fight the drive to be described? Dynasties are built by tearing down our betters Seeing men as naught but sets of cash and letters Dynasties are built by tearing down our betters Seeing men as naught but sets of cash and letters (I've got this, I can see this; More than most, I--I can be this and who here doesn't care to be remembered? ) Do I really need to prove a dominance of form? Here I come, let's join together, redefine the norm. Must I truly be a monument? Or run forth unadorned? Will someone listen if I don't leave you torn? Light falls all around but I am not going mad. For what is my legacy if not the life we have? What good's ambition that tramples the innocent? And breaks their backs to secure the inconsequent? credits from Kaleidoscope, released 25 September 2012 The Illuminated Self (White) [feat. Jacke Karashae] Music and words by B.A. Monk Turner and KJ. Jacke Karashae Dean Mucetti: Drums Ethan Halpern: Electric Bass, Upright Bass Peter Walden: Cello Chad Bloom: Sax Brian Owen: Trumpet Denis Jiron: Trombone Jacke Karashae: Piano, Electric Guitar, Acoustic Guitar, Programming, Vocals Monk Turner: Acoustic Guitar Recorded at Sogo Studios (Little Tokyo, CA USA), The Karashae Room (Vista, CA USA), Lalai Dama Music Studio (Woodland Hills, CA USA), 100 Second Productions (Burbank, CA USA), The Pink Room (Alhambra, CA USA) and V-Neck Studios (Santa Monica, CA USA)

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