{"id":70,"date":"2011-09-10T01:01:57","date_gmt":"2011-09-10T01:01:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.nielskunze.com\/?p=70"},"modified":"2012-01-12T04:05:56","modified_gmt":"2012-01-12T04:05:56","slug":"handful-of-sand","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/blog.nielskunze.com\/?p=70","title":{"rendered":"Handful of Sand"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>This is another one that needs a remix. We&#8217;ll get to it just as soon as we get our hands on the source tapes.<\/p>\n<p><a href='http:\/\/blog.nielskunze.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/09\/handful-of-sand.mp3'>Handful of Sand<\/a><\/p>\n<p>The loneliness of being just one<br \/>\nAlways looking for the two<br \/>\nInfinity opens for the few<br \/>\nWho try to cast away themselves<br \/>\nAnd live in the stillness of their minds<br \/>\nAnd know that the endless shore&#8217;s just a handful of sand<br \/>\nThat represents a world<br \/>\nAs long as you try and touch it all<br \/>\nIt slips through your fingers so fast&#8230; this handful of sand<\/p>\n<p>The blood of the sun falls down<br \/>\nThe wind licks the tears from the sea<br \/>\nTime knows nothing of the past<br \/>\nSo we stand apart from it all<br \/>\nAs children through the hourglass fall<br \/>\nCrying for a new handful of sand<br \/>\nThat never can be found&#8211; and Gods never raise a tired eye&#8211;<br \/>\nThey cast their doubts to the sky in a handful of sand<\/p>\n<p>The beach stretches miles to the West<br \/>\nThe East is a drawing in the sand<br \/>\nThe artist turns his soul to the Land<br \/>\nAnd he finds that his canvas hasn&#8217;t dried<br \/>\nHe pines for the memories left inside<br \/>\nAnd knows that the world is just a handful of sand<br \/>\nLike a treasure growing old, he prays for the dust to turn to gold<br \/>\nBut Silence stops the scream with a handful of sand!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This is another one that needs a remix. We&#8217;ll get to it just as soon as we get our hands on the source tapes. Handful of Sand The loneliness of being just one Always looking for the two Infinity opens (&hellip;)<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/blog.nielskunze.com\/?p=70\">Read the rest of this entry &raquo;<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-70","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-lyrics"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/blog.nielskunze.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/70","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/blog.nielskunze.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/blog.nielskunze.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blog.nielskunze.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blog.nielskunze.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=70"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"http:\/\/blog.nielskunze.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/70\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":269,"href":"http:\/\/blog.nielskunze.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/70\/revisions\/269"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/blog.nielskunze.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=70"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blog.nielskunze.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=70"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blog.nielskunze.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=70"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}