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Linsie
03:29
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I was born in a world devoid of conclusion
where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison below
With moist, glossy eyes, and soft hands, and no weight on my shoulders
I silently watched as the passing years started to grow
Oh we were just children
Oh how we had nothing to conserve
Our first dozen years misremembered in a haze of reluctance
Nothing but time, nothing but meaningless words
When I was young my front door was made out of flowers
and the roof over my head was none but the wisest of trees
and the voice of the fields and the intimate thoughts of the ocean
regarded the passage of time as leaves in the breeze
Oh what a strange existence
Oh how I have no regrets
A life not lived is a life with no complication
The bitterest taste is the hardest one to forget
Oh we were just children
Oh how we had nothing to conserve
Our first dozen years misremembered in a haze of reluctance
Nothing but time, nothing but meaningless words
Nothing but time, nothing but meaningless words
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As you walk by
04:34
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I've got a little resentful ember
burning a hole in my heart
the blood leaks out
You can get a quart of me
as you walk by
We have to make little holes in ourselves so
we can let things in
They are vulnerable to changes in size and
have been known to cave in
Which can trap a little piece inside and
set it aflame
And make a burned out place out of a gorgeous space where
nothing can live
I've got a space that's behind my face
that makes me laugh, and makes me cry
all the time
You can hear me vomit words
as you walk by
There's a color that sits inside that
I cannot describe
It's spectrum doesn't quite agree with the one
I can see with my eyes
We are limited by language and words and
by culture and conscience
Our thoughts swimming in an internal abyss
fighting for context
And you've been waiting here for the dead songbirds to arrive
And we're debating the merits of keeping our species alive
And you reach out to discover phosphorescent light
coming out from the wood
It feels so good
There's a man that I don't quite know living deep in my chest
He doesn't rest
But you can watch me fight him off
as you walk by
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Jet propulsion
02:16
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Wise man's predicament
04:13
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I'm all by myself again
couldn't tell you where I've been
followin' the highwaymen
Just makin' my way my friend
Don't need to see you now
got you out of my mind somehow
Can't expect more anyhow
we've covered a lot of ground
Chorus:
And I hear it every day
but I always try to do what I think is right
Gotta be a better way
I can't help but think every night
His first word is violence
television his opiate
he's not quite sentient
more worried about opulence
Dollar store poets shout
with nothing to talk about
homogeneous cloud
brings nothing new around
Chorus
Hear the cry of the servant wife
a docile, empty life
she dies every night
reborn in domestic confinement
The wise man's predicament
a lot to say but no one to hear it
His call to battlements
falls on empty sentiments
Chorus
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There's a lot more to see
in a solo walk through the city
than we can be bothered to notice
The paths of the people
who live on your street
may intersect
but never connect
And please worry less, you're fine
we lay awake with thoughts not worth half a mind
and you're a mother
and you're a father
and you're a son
We abuse our yesterdays
one piece at a time we just throw it away'
like the cans we leave for the trucks
containing the packages of things once loved
And don't fool yourself, you're fine
we lay awake with thoughts not worth half a mind
and you're a mother
and you're a father
and you're a son
Time tends to pick things apart
We're less together now than we were at the start
with illusions of wisdom and age
and a pile of baggage from a battery of days
Maybe it's silly to say you're fine
It's hard to let go, it's hard to unwind
and maybe you're a mother
and maybe you're a father
and you're a son
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Derek Roe Eller Huntington Park, California
I am a bedroom songwriter/ recent CA transplant/ engineer. I write this music on the side for me: Maybe you will find something to connect to.
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