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The white walls around here falsely give hope
I open the door but it still leads me to nowhere
The business man looks like a devil in hiding.
I think I hear his shadow as it creeps along beside him
I smell a faint scent of sorrow on the suit that he wears
He carries his case and it feels like the weight of the world
With shade on his right he walks to the other side to find some light to warm his ways
We all taste the failures of life sometimes
I pray I smell fortune for myself one day
So the gambling days are all dead and gone for me
The promise that life will be sweeter is a lie and a waste of my time
My Gambling days are gone
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Never ran, the way they told me
Past the breakers’ crush
I don’t know if I lost the nerve slowly
Or if I cared too much
Never dreamed you might be leaving
Cross the passing years
If you’re just gonna lose the game somewhere anyhow
Might as well be here
worked down the arcades through the off months
Second row from the shore
Can’t remember the feel of the sand
Never go there no more
Told me once, you’d thought about the city
And I just laughed it off
What kind of cut-rate paradise would ever let you
Belly up to the trough
So near, so far
Sometimes I hear the ocean
Neath these cheap old stars
Sounds like the crash of waves
But there’s no magic spark
Run through these diesel alleys
So near, so far
I wish I’d found a way to tell you
Admit I was mad
The way the bottom dropped out of whatever
World that I’d been building
Whatever crumb I still had
Took so long to come to terms
On someone else’s dime
That it was right for you and wrong for me and
Maybe that’s just the breaks, sometime
Saw your ghost tonight on the way home
Down the alley, near my place
looked liked some expensive Chelsea boots
sunglasses on your poker face
I just kept my eyes to the road
You just held your own sway
Don’t know what I would’ve said or what you’d think
If I’d spoken up, anyway
So near, so far
Sometimes I hear the ocean
Neath these cheap old stars
Sounds like the crash of waves
But there’s no magic spark
Run through these diesel alleys
So near, so far
These dreams of freedom
Yeah, I don’t need ‘em
Might just forget your name
One day I’ll claim mine
Walk down that shoreline
Forget the burning shame
So near, so far
Sometimes I hear the ocean
Neath these cheap old stars
Sounds like the crash of waves
But there’s no magic spark
Run through these diesel alleys
So near, so far
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I used "crow and parabolic mirror" picture...
A Mirror in the Sky by Shu Nakamura 2020
(Verse1)
Living with an empty heart
Living with a heart after falling apart
There is no pain and no ease and nothing to share
Looking down at the world from the sky
Looking down at the world like a bird flying high
There is a huge emptiness up in the air
(Pre-chorus)
The sun will rise every single day for so many years
It will shine on each one of us until it goes down and disappears
(Chorus)
A mirror in the sky - it pictures the real and fake of you
A mirror in the sky - it reflects you and shows you the truth
(Verse2)
Searching for a place to mend
Searching for a place where I don’t have to pretend
I’m broken-down and so tired and nobody cares
(Pre-chorus)
The sun will rise every single day for so many years
It will shine on each one of us until it goes down and disappears
(Chorus)
A mirror in the sky - it pictures the real and fake of you
A mirror in the sky - it reflects you and shows you the truth
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Site unseen when you look in the mirror
That taste of dust on a Sunday drive
Reflections feel like the end is getting hear
Buzzards overhead remind me I’m alive
Can’t stop wondering what’s coming up next
The touch of steel on a cold cold slab
Power drove why life to ruin
Now there’s nothing left to grab
Green as money, signs all point
To a world as hollow, ever as we try
As I breathe these last few breaths
I remember the clear blue sky
Not so still life
Not so still life
Touching, sensing
Twist the knife
It’s my time to die
Not so still life
Not so still life
Touching, sensing
Twist the knife
It’s my time to die
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What you see
It ain't the whole story
Intertwine
Machine man's glory
Things reflect
The passage of time
Found my way
But lost in my mind
Flying away
Don't look back upon the past
Try to smile
But the good things never last
Summertime
In the heat a passing bloom
Don't you cry
It'll all be over soon
Carrion bird
A ray of sunshine
What you heard
Was the cars driving by
Focused in
You're not seeing the sign
Lose yourself
Stop looking behind
Flying away
Don't look back upon the past
Try to smile
But the good things never last
Summertime
In the heat a passing bloom
Don't you cry
It'll all be over soon
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Dusk
I wait for the test
I stand on the line
31 in front of me 31 behind
But stand here I must
Until I turn to rust
Stand here I must
til day turns to Dusk
3 hours later
I’m still in the tank
I fill out forms
I fill in the blanks
But stand here i must
until I turn to rust
Stand here i must
Til day turns to dusk
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I'll put them here tomorrow.
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The new assignment - the last of the round - comes from Dale, and it’s an interesting one:
Here are three photographs. From one or all of these photos draw inspiration and write a song. Please include what photo, or what group of photos, you used for writing your song. Additionally, I'd encourage you to read up on Pat Pattinson's idea of "object writing" and apply the concept to your chosen photo/photos. An object writing exercise is done by first picking an object and focusing all of our seven senses on its attributes. We have five main senses: sight, touch, hearing, taste and smell. Additionally, we have two more: organic sense and kinesthetic sense.
Kinesthetic sense: The ability to know accurately the positions and movements of one's skeletal joints. Kinesthesis refers to sensory input that occurs within the body. Postural and movement information are communicated via sensory systems by tension and compression of muscles in the body.
Organic sense: a sensation (as hunger, nausea) arising from internal organs.
To get started, you will arbitrarily pick an object and focus on it with all aforementioned senses (in this case one of or a group of the provided photos). Write out the senses to the top of your paper in order to focus on them while you write out your observations. Your object writing needs to be a stream of consciousness process, so don’t stop and worry about having the right words or completed sentences at this stage. I suggest limiting your session to ten minutes at a time.
Use the following descriptions to indicate your chosen photo:
"Crow and Parabolic Mirror" -
johnathanwalkermusic.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/crow-and-parabolic-mirror.jpg
"Dusk" -
johnathanwalkermusic.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/dusk.jpg
"Salary Man and Lotto Booth" -
johnathanwalkermusic.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/salary-man-lotto-booth.jpg
Get jiggy with it.
released November 23, 2020
