6 Quotes & Sayings By Tim Reed

Tim Reed is a singer/songwriter from Australia. He started writing songs at age 3 and has been writing since. He has had over 100 songs entered into the ARIA charts, including several top ten hits. He has toured Australia with John Farnham, Craig McLachlan, Natalie Bassingthwaighte, Peter Andre, Delta Goodrem and many more Read more

He has written for many artists including Kylie Minogue and Delta Goodrem, as well as numerous TV shows and film soundtracks. Tim sold out three nights at the Palace Theatre in Sydney in 2011.

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The villagers had removed their masks. They displayed their true faces. And they were dreadful, diabolic visages. Blasted skin hung from shrunken mouths and red veins burst from their skin, leaving pronounced contours akin to miniature rivers. Each throbbed and pulsed, at home on scabby foreheads. I balked. The eyes drew all attention. Silver coins replaced eyeballs. They glinted with the same alluring lustre as the ones I had coveted in the chests. Instantly, dreadfully, I knew they were one and the same — accursed treasure used for nefarious sight, a symbol of the damned. And yet, the more I stared, the more I coveted them. Tim Reed
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The raven — Asker — immediately cawed. It sounded suspiciously like laughter. “Not... be afraid of Asker.” The raven’s button eyes gleamed. “He only eats worms… you are not worm. Tim Reed
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There was a single window that tapered into a funnel, with eerie moonlight passing through it, reflecting directly off the globe like a mirror. For a moment, as I rose I saw something glimmering within. Dumbly, with feverish whispers assailing me, I realized it was the center of one of the distant galaxies, flaring after some unknown cataclysm. Its radiance was such that it burst from its prison. It met the moonlight halfway. It created kaleidoscopic colours on the walls. Then, in answer, the reliefs transformed from majestic art into something approaching divine, alive, plays from Egyptian memory, given the spark of life from space. I saw animal-headed gods move. They stepped from the walls to take their place around the altar. All stared at the globe. Each raised their arms in silent supplication. And such was their toxic ecstasy that I wished to join them, to forget my dreadful experiences and revel in something truly wondrous. Tim Reed
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But optimism dribbles away when horror repeats. Tim Reed
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Evil people can still keep promises. Many have done just that, girl, though they are usually not promises you ‘rational’ people wish them to keep. Tim Reed