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eyes
03:53
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There's this girls and...
She comes across all confident,
and I wonder what she hides.
Her hairs tied black and her clothes are black
and it comes as a surprise
I thin she's kinda pretty, and I think she's sorta nice
when i look at her I look straight into her EYES
and when I do...
I see two swirling pools of blue, a tunnel,
and a light that guides me through the everlasting haze
it's a throwback to those lazy summer days.
When I look at her it feels right,
it feels like we match - it feels like undeniably
we're inexplicably attached.
It feels like we're alone in this crazy busy place
everyone else is just walking by and i'm staring at her face
and when I do...
I see two swirling pools of blue, a tunnel,
and a light that guides me through the everlasting haze
it's a throwback to those lazy summer days.
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2. |
run
04:08
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She called me at 8
said we needed to talk
she'd been thinking things through
on a moonlit walk
she said we'd dealt every card
and that it might be time to end
i said let's meet up and talk
because we so much more than friends
we're lovers and we're on the RUN
we're lovers and we're the run
and if we SCRAP, and we fight,
and we really hold on tight
we can escape before the damage is done
She met me in a bar downtown
she was 20 minutes late
she told me it was over
tears running down her face
we could go down a different path
just let me buy you a drink
she said there is nowhere we can go
that we ain't already been.
We could be lovers that are on the run
lovers that are on the run
and with every day that moves along
we'd write a brand new song
hand in hand beneath the light of dawn
I grab hold of her hand
and i led her outside
i wiped away her tears
i pointed up at the sky
what do you see?
I see space i see stars
you see a million ways to live
and all of them are ours
we can be lovers that are on the run
lovers that are on the run
and with every star that explodes
we'll make an explosion of our own
because we're bright we're fast we're strong we're young
we're lovers that are on the run.
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3. |
quit
03:43
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ahh fuck i'm so jaded
i'm gonna quit
i think it's time
you ever find yourself walking to work
hoping that you'll never arrive
i got a message for david
i got a message for george
i wanna be an artist
is that something you think you'll support
Ahh shit i'm so jealous
i can't enjoy jack from this cage
you ever find yourself watching a play
wishing you were the one standing on the stage
i got a message for mother
i got a message for dad - look!
I wanna be a writer
will you still love me in my stories suck?
Ahh no i'm so nervous
what if i've got nothing to say - I'm scared!
you ever read Foster Wallace
and cry because he means every word?
i got a message for genie
i got a message for god
if i turn my coat,
will you nudge me a little further along
if your dreams came for you in the dead of night
would you take flight? would you survive?
if you were approached in the street
could you leave? i can't breathe!
the wind picks up and the waves get rough and loud
could you stick it out
there is no-one in this sea of blue that's you - that's you!!
Ahh i'm so excited i'm gonna QUIT
i think it's time
i'm gonna make decisions based
on the colour of my mind
I got a message for you
i got a message for me
let's break for the edges
let's tear apart the seams.
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4. |
garden
03:14
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The four of you walk on high
Up to the place where the crowds will find themselves drowned
In sunlight
Up to the state of temperate haze that lives alongside this night
Along side romantic youth
Up to the garden that the last of us flee to
The four of you have this night,
The heat, the stars, the nats you swat on your bare arms
Your past lives
One year to the day, you were strangers in each others eyes
Now the stories told are raw,
Like open wounds they spill and crawl
The four of you will survive
Up through the shit you have to filter through to exist
You will rise
Up through this earthly noise you will bow your head and you’ll climb
We are the romantic youth,
And this is the garden that the last of us flee to.
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visions
01:48
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his eyes are the kind that are wider than they have any right to be
you stare down just for long enough and you catch them
them and the quiet as death dog that is every inch shiver and bone
and though this may born sunday can be called many things...
it could never be called cold.
And his smell would leave you half dead in a stupor if you were to let it
so you let it
so it blares.
you notice the accidental brown and the territorial ripping
and the more you ignore it the more it flares
and you fall backwards hit your head hard on a millennium bridge
and as you fall no-one stares
and onto this may born sunday
you project your languid VISIONS
you offer them instead of prayer.
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6. |
exist
03:21
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What the alcoholic knows -
Is why - after all these years - all those passes - all these years
The no thank you’s and the maybe laters, and all that other shit
He still calls himself an alcoholic.
Because sobriety is not a thing you achieve,
It’s not race you win,
It’s not a medal to adorn
It’s a choice you make the same way every day
It’s a choice that doesn’t lead you anywhere that far from it
And so he still calls himself and alcoholic
I have mistakes - reason forgive me
I am happy where the alcoholic sits
In the corner, on a bar stool, in crowded place alone
In the reflections of these things I exist
What the depressed teenager knows
Is why - despite his youth - all those possibilities
There is no truth.
to partake in happiness
you must Sign your name, But he chooses not to.
And he sees the world in black and grey.
Because happiness is not for everyone
It’s not not mandate to succumb to
It’s not a medal to adorn
Its a form, at the bottom of a busy draw
He’ll get to it one day but
for now the world in black and grey
I have made mistakes - reason forgive me
I am happy where the depressed teenagers sit
In their bedrooms, in their idols, in the posters on their walls
In the reflections of these things I exist.
What did the girl know in the chorus on the west end stage,
What did the stranger on the street know who who became entangled in her gaze?
What did the builder know in his hardhat as he built his wall up high
What did the tenant and her daughter know who could no longer see the sky?
What did the deer in the headlights know as the car came flying past?
What did the driver and his friends know who didn’t stand a chance?
What did the half-asleep post-man know as he dropped the letter through the door?
What did the crying wife know as she filed for a divorce?
small decisions made the same way everyday will leave you with nothing more or less than the illusion of change.
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Daniel Morgan Wirral, UK
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