The Bugmaster:
The morning’s shining crystal on the tall trees. Their limbs are sparkling sharply with the new freeze. The bark is cast in silvers by the hoarfrost. The plants are gently sleeping but are not lost.
The Bugmaster:
I lie beneath the dying day. The branches o’er me softly sway. A web above me made of wood. While tall and black the old trunk stood.
The Bugmaster:
Take me with your frozen hands spin me out among the trees. Let me hear your sad lament singing restless on the breeze. Let us dance in growing dark we’ll forget about the past. It only makes me sorry that these moments never last.
The Bugmaster:
.: Dan Tyminski :.
The Bugmaster:
I reach though I cannot touch. I search though I can't learn much. I cry though it leaves no trace. I love for I’ve seen your face.
The Bugmaster:
. : Shadows Over Me :.
The Bugmaster:
.: Kissed the Land with Dew :.
The Bugmaster:
.: Mandolin & Bass :.
The Bugmaster:
.: Chris Thile :.
The Bugmaster:
.: Gabe Witcher :.
The Bugmaster:
.: Chris Thile & Paul Kowert :.
The Bugmaster:
.: Gabe Witcher :.
The Bugmaster:
.: Chris Thile :.
The Bugmaster:
.: Chris "Critter" Eldridge :.
The Bugmaster:
.: Gabe Witcher :.
The Bugmaster:
.: Paul Kowert :.
The Bugmaster:
When I finally found my wings I was too afraid to fly. There were power lines and towers stretched across the sky. A tear had swiftly formed within my tired eye. I’m sure the world has found a way to pass me by.
The Bugmaster:
A chill still clings upon this place. While the moon still shows it's mighty face. The growth seems stunted in the earth. While Spring awaits it's glorious rebirth. But Winter hasn't had it's fill. And we must wait for the sunlight's thrill.
The Bugmaster:
This January morning with the trees all touched with frost. I gaze outside my window and find that I am lost. I wander in a world that keeps me running for the sun. My mind will often wonder why the summer wouldn't come.
The Bugmaster:
I'm living in a dream. A nightmare from my past. There's darkness in my head. I hope the night won't last. I'm cracked through the middle. Got stitches in my heart. My soul's forever longing. It's torn my world apart.
The Bugmaster:
.:In the Dark Trees:.
The Bugmaster:
There are ghosts in this forest, they live within the trees. They blow within the hollows, like a moaning breeze. They scatter leaves before them, they use their icy breath. They touch their hands to strangers, to frighten them to death.
The Bugmaster:
.:Their Freezing Fingers:.
The Bugmaster:
The King stood tall, for his Queen was always by his side. The tribulations that assualted him held no calamnity, for she was always by his side. The wars could rage beyond his borders, but there was peace within his realm, for she was always by his side.
The Bugmaster:
.:The Sleepless Bride:.
The Bugmaster:
The pixies had long ago ceased their daily cleanup of the forest. For it had grown old and ugly, and they were always more fond of the young trees with their bright green leaves and wick branches.
The Bugmaster:
Broken doll, broken dreams, childhood memories, burst the seams. Can't hold on, where's my goal, can't let go, broke my soul.
The Bugmaster:
.:The Ghost of a Lady:.
The Bugmaster:
.:The White Queen:.
The Bugmaster:
There is a magic in this place like no other. One could easily say that it was like flying, the wind in one's face, and the sting of wild rain upon one's cheek.
