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DESIGN
03:28
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Don't think,
Of all the things you could've been.
Don't matter,
What they think you're in your skin.
Cos I don't believe,
That you'd wreck your ship and sink into a fire,
Or parody,
That the system's drawn itself in your design.
Can't you see?
All your seams are not the lines that which define.
There's order,
In all beliefs that would define you.
Or is there?
Just a puppet on a guided string,
Sentiments of the right vs wrong,
Hollow twist in the words of a song,
Dotted line that we all walk along,
Fragile design of a mind not our own.
Cos I don't believe,
That you'd wreck your ship and sink into a fire,
Or parody,
That the system's drawn itself in your design.
Can't you see?
All your seams are not the lines that which define.
Your right to a season,
Full of reason.
You ride your choices,
Made with beating hearts,
And voices of a compass.
Your conscience.
Cos I don't believe,
That you'd wreck your ship and sink into a fire,
Or parody,
That the system's drawn itself in your design.
Can't you see?
All your seams are not the lines that which define.
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TRY
03:33
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You know that feeling,
When your day is done,
When your head is heavy,
And you slip into a crowd,
That's marching home,
That's marching on home.
Through the bustle of the streets,
Children playing make believe,
A dirty mirror reflecting all your hopes and dreams,
Then a train of thought run over,
By a busload of disillusioned beings.
You said you'd try,
Another screams out "Why?".
The ride back home's a dirty mess,
Like the cobwebs in my head,
A radio singing songs of solemn hope,
Do we live to fight?
Or tell me do we fight to live another day?
You said you'd try,
A mother screams out "Why?"
Red wine and the setting sun,
I settle down with a city that's done,
Speak the words unspoken,
Toast "The day is done.",
Won't you wash it away?
Won't you wash it all away?
You said you'd try,
Oh won't you try?
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I wonder if there's clarity in your stride,
In your journey to the light,
No doubts that linger.
Spilled the words that fill you to the brim,
Lived your heartaches and then the whims,
Would you call it life fulfilled?
So tell me friend, in your final hour,
Have you struck your list and signaled down the tower?
For your departure now.
As you take flight into the sky,
Shining down like a satellite,
Our signal fire.
Yet in my mind and my memory,
I've called your bluff a 1000 times, we'll see,
Is the final joke on me?
As you lay there with fresh cut flowers,
Under Sunday's vibrant hour,
Your family gathered in prayer.
As we crowd into the living room,
Your mother speaks of a stubborn truth,
Childhood tales that'd make you blush.
Stood at the back as I looked around at,
All the faces that had moved on out,
In your fair time here.
You know, we're water and we're bone,
Dirty feet and our polished "souls",
Wearing suits of stories shared with you
And now I'm here in my final hour,
Staring up at the big tall tower,
I see your signal fire.
Oh your smile, it calls to me,
"Let's share drinks and a memory."
As the rest remember us now.
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HOME
04:43
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Take a train,
Run away to the edge of yesterday,
I will never say,
That you were gone away,
From the morn of yesterday.
The picture on a desk it ages,
As the hand ticked away at the pages,
And wonders,
If the sun has drowned,
Or left behind the town without a sight or sound.
So you follow a trail back home,
Rest in unfamiliar backdrops alone,
Just to feel a sense of hope,
But at the end of the day,
There's a light I do pray,
Shines from the front porch of our home.
In a crowd you are found,
With a gaze homeward bound,
And thoughts run through your head,
Oh what's started can't be left,
Let us do what is best.
If the fields and the flowers,
Scarecrows and the big tall towers linger,
Wrap your arms around,
Think about the town,
Where your loved ones are found.
So you follow a trail back home,
Rest in unfamiliar backdrops alone,
Just to feel a sense of hope,
But at the end of the day,
There's a light I do pray,
Shines from the front porch of our home.
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GOLD
02:18
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There once was a man,
Who lived in fear,
Of the day that would come,
Take all he holds dear.
From house to clothes,
To glory gold.
Torn to shreds,
He silently wept.
From the depths of the flood,
Grew firmer the mud,
Rooted his feet,
In earth so complete.
As the skies pelted rain,
The sun called his name,
Warmth filled his soul,
Ran thicker than gold.
Gold, Gold.
The man looked around,
What was lost is now found,
A house of the Earth,
The joy of the word,
When nothing is all,
And all is but love,
From the wrecking of a house,
A home he had found.
Found, Found.
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SILENCE
02:43
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Breathing in the silence,
Breathing in the silence,
Anxious is the mother,
for her loving son & father.
Carry home their unharmed feathers,
Floating through the fiery weather,
Keep the bullets from descending,
Like the rains commit their ending.
Keep the monsters tethered,
Keep the monsters tethered.
Gracious love of mother,
For her missing son & father.
Breathing in the silence,
Praying in confinement,
Breathing in the silence,
Praying in confinement
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There's a distant call to arms,
A silent swelling of lungs,
Can you hear the trumpet,
Into collisions we fold.
Bruised and battered,
In scripts made of gold.
In the chaos,
A scene with no goals,
Quell the riot,
Weave through the souls.
And then in the quiet
When the weary call due time,
Do you ever wonder,
Have we lost our minds.
Have we lost our minds?
Are we lost in time?
Are we just the currency of our design?
Of our demise.
In this madness,
In a place we call home,
Will you stand for the violence,
Will you run from your soul.
I see this world on fire,
The blind lead the blind,
Will u feed one man's desire,
Or sell news that right.
One more time, with feeling,
I heard you say,
Don't spend your time misbelieving,
Fight come what may.
One more time, with feeling,
Fight come what may.
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Dear Father, may I call you a friend?
Do listen to me.
On a Sunday like this, yes I do concede,
My heart is but torn in the middle,
I was hoping You would help me to steer my beliefs.
On one hand I was a seed, planted and weaved,
Been taught, I've been plenty, from childhood to moments I choked on their weeds.
Yet here comes another and another,
Their lips move in a manner which my ears could not deserve,
Surely it's all but illusion,
They could not know better than me, my mind and my Earth.
But then again, dear Father, could it be the powers that be?
I placed them there, on pedestal, so they would serve me,
Do I drink in all of their speeches?
Or flush them down a stream of red and dirty green?
You're right, their truth is but forever,
Bought at the highest bid in an auction of power and glee.
Across the aisle I confess I was just as lost,
In all this commotion and subliminal elusive thoughts,
I met a man and his story,
He told me "Dear brother, look at me, i'm radiant as the sun"
He told me he would hear me,
But truth be told, his words felt forced right upon my tongue.
Now it's possibly here that the chaos all starts,
The birth of the rivers of red and these calcified hearts,
All from refusal of their own words, for a place to light up a part of my dark,
How could I blame him, my brother, for pushing back and rejecting my own art?
Dear Father i know we've been at this for a while,
Not just on this Sunday, but for years, yes I've heard it all through the vines,
All we have is but each other,
Let's tussle over words,
but break bread and do share the wine,
Blow by blow, let's iron out the creases,
Yet pick each other up and laugh out loud for a while.
Thank you dear Father you listened, now tell me,
what ask you of me?
To come home? I will, stay near the wishing tree,
For soon I'll be with you,
Is it sooner than you would have me believe?
"oh hello my dear brother, what's this gift you brought for me?"
Should I stand here so very still?
So very still.
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STEREO MONOLOGUE
03:30
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Time is a roaming bird,
Flying over my head,
Trails over valleys and earth,
Talk to me oh kindness,
Talk to me, talk to me,
Talk to me, oh kindness,
Can't you see, can't you see,
Your eyes are all but blinded.
We are walking in circles,
Led in line like our own circus,
How could we have not seen the possibilities.
Monologues on stereo speakers,
Tuning in onto both ears,
What have we become,
What have we become,
Just a shadow of ourselves.
Grace is a lost reserve,
Laid to rest and forgotten,
Replaced by agendas to serve,
To fall in line without question,
So question me, question me,
question me, oh kindness,
What have we left in these,
Threads of hurt and judgement.
We are walking in circles,
Led in line like our own circus,
How could we have not seen the possibilities.
Monologues on stereo speakers,
Tuning in onto both ears,
What have we become,
What have we become,
Just a shadow of ourselves.
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BREATHE EASY
05:02
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In the night when you're driving,
Seated without a sound,
Surrounded by the few who understand,
Peace in mind's eye.
You breathe easy,
You breathe easy
In the midst of conversation,
With the laughter pouring into hollow spaces,
Oh how your heart swells,
With a calm that has kept your troubles at bay,
For the night.
You breathe easy,
You breathe easy.
All I've asked of a God,
Is to know which path to cross,
But then you soldier on,
All I ever see Is a strength in you,
I wish I had in me.
You breathe easy,
You breathe easy.
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