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Strewn across the universe
Where the saints some Lord defend
Lives the broken will of angels
Hungry for the end
Playing dice the universe
Dispassionately sends
Love letters scented rose
On the backs of stellar winds
Earthly fools with painted words
And troubadour intents
Spin their wheels on lonely roads
Imagining fell sins
Writing poems for anyone
Whose interest half pretends
S’alright though the wretched show
Goes on despite laments
Meandering our poet tells
The moon of his grievance
She hangs just there without a care
Abandoning pretense
I tried to write a song for you
And all your floating friends
Your beacons are just too damn far
To reach before the end
This lamentation hides within
A clever keyed disguise
A hollow man with tepid words
Gives thanks to empty skies
Though from the stellar stuff, the dust
We got our sweet begins
Alone in black and cold we fall
To whimpering world ends
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He kneels down as if to pray
For Sometimes fire is silent
Lock the door throw the keys away
Staying in will keep things brighter
He burned up memories today
Left the ashes in the bottle
Late one night he climbed into a tree
And hid within the leaves, split his nails and cried himself to sleep
I know its closing time for all
Words are all you live by, but stones are all we throw
I know exactly where I was
Die young monster please Die young monster please
Holds his breath as April goes away
He climbs into his fort leave it behind leave it behind
Watches veins and blood vessels come apart
Do those tree rings tell your age, or are you dreaming?
So they say this is your golden age
The birds will whistle, we use branches as drum sticks on our backs
Pack your bags get outside today boy
For there’s never enough to go around
I go wherever I do well
And everything I lived for was opened and closed doors
I know exactly where I was
Die young monster please Die young monster please
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I made it ten weeks and writing ten songs
Wasn’t sure I’d make it, now I guess I belong
I got through ten weeks with exactly ten songs
You should come and sing along
Started out kinda reckless
Like I was lost at the sea
Had moments I doubted
Writers block got the best of me
But I kept on keeping on
And I came to realize
That what’s in the way is really the way
That’s how it will be till my last day alive
I made it ten weeks and writing ten songs
Playing my guitar and singing all the day long
It took me ten weeks to come up with ten songs
You should come and sing along
So I started to rise up
Out of creative abyss
When I remembered these are the things
Where my heart’s in the thick of it
And it felt kinda like falling
But in a really good way
Thank God the music muse has returned
It’s almost a benediction away
I made it ten weeks and writing ten songs
Doesn't really matter if it's right or its wrong
Cause it's still ten weeks and it's also ten songs
You should come and sing along
He made it ten weeks and writing ten songs
Please somebody help him, he is hopelessly gone
Lost in ten weeks cause he wrote ten songs
He’d like you to sing along
Bowing out a little early
Got other things to do
Plus it seems like ten’s a good number
That’s what I’m thinking - how about you?
And as I look back on this journey
I believe I can say
The music is waiting right inside me
Another song is just a writing away
I made it ten weeks and writing ten songs
Six million forty eighty thousand seconds long
Adds up to ten weeks and also ten songs
You should come and sing along
I made it ten weeks and writing ten songs
Wasn’t sure I’d make it, now I guess I belong
I got through ten weeks with exactly ten songs
You should come and sing along
You should come and sing along, oh yeah
You should come and sing along
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v1:
You love the sound of your own voice, but can't you just play the game
Imagine a world where everyone doesn't have to know your name
If you don't talk back, you won't get trapped in a fight that you can't win
But who wants to follow that advice?
So here we go again
ch:
I ain't sayin' not to do your best
Hell, be better than all the rest
Most important, be who you are
It's OK to fly
But sometimes you gotta do it under the radar
v2:
Now I gotta say that's a lovely car, must be fun to drive around
It's just as nice if we don't see it, so take the back roads outta town
I don't drive fast, but I've broken 100, I'll admit it's pretty fun
But stay outta the crowds and you won't be a target for theft or radar guns
ch:
I ain't sayin' not to buy the best
Hell, buy more than all the rest
Most important, be who you are
It's OK to fly
But sometimes you gotta do it under the radar
br:
I've got some friends with rooms of wine & sweet guitars
Clearly they are doing fine, but they know who they are
Probably had a little luck, but they worked awfully hard
We should all reach for the stars
v1.5:
You love the sound of your own voice
But shut up and play the game
ch:
I ain't sayin' not to do your best
Hell, be better than all the rest
Most important, be who you are
It's OK to fly
We should always try
But sometimes you gotta do it under the radar
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5. |
Doug Davis - Night Train
03:18
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Rob Disner - 55
03:43
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So much water under the bridge
So much dust behind the fridge
Always youngest in my class
How did so much time slip past
I went down so many roads
And I dragged some heavy loads
But The older that I seem to get
The more that I seem to forget
(The less that I seem to regret)
I have tried to find my place
I have always needed space
Took some hits along the way
Lots of bills I had to pay
I felt sorry for myself
Wasn’t so good for my health
I was sad and feeling low
Had to let all that stuff go
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Johnny Friendly
Is no friend of mine
Johnny Friendly
Wasting my time
People see him down street
Say he walking in his sleep
Johnny Friendly
no friend of mine
Johnny Friendly is no friend of mine
Johnny Friendly
like a serpents eye
The scene of the crime
got a serpents eyeOn a cold and bitter day
He goes hunting for his prey
Johnny Friendly
Got nowhere to go
One day Johnny gonna go away
One day Johnny gonna go away
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