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What Can I Say?
04:52
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What creatures, soft inside a blonde head of hair?
I wish I could see in there,
Drowning, I'm the king of that,
A sailor wears his cap, I wear a big chip on my shoulder
I'm lost, dumb inside your brightness,
I won't put up a fight miss, oh when you light me up
'Cus i'm caught in a shadow to which I can't live up,
Oh in the shadow of our fleeting love
What can I say?
It has always been this way,
Passionately chasing,and always second guessing
Listen, no amount of brightness in the world could ever make me feel,
Like I was more than a burden in your eyes
But did you know how hard I tried, to see the beauty in myself?
Oh I'm afraid I'm running out
But baby in your eyes, most of me is lost,
Another part is found deep down in a shadow of doubt
Oh I'm always falling in love,
Falling a bit too much,
And I'm always the one who lends the heavy crutch,
aching for her touch
What can I say?
I will probably stay this way,
Glowing when my head is high,
And sinking like a setting sky,
Believe me,
I never said that you were not allowed to move on with your life,
It shouldn't hurt and it doesn't anymore
Now I'm thinking then why did I pretend that I was speaking truth,
to say that I got over you?
I only did deny it, but when I looked in your eyes,
I wanted me to still be there, and I wanted you to see me through
Oh I realized that was wrong, holding on to what was gone,
More the fault of me, thinking I was none and that I didn't deserve love,
and so to you I clung
Oh only be friend of mine,
Never ever less or more,
But I wonder now what do you take me for,
Being the one who closed that door...
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2. |
A Portrait of Friendship
04:38
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You're here now, but only for so long,
I fear now now, are we only held together by a thread that binds a place?
And maybe it will sever with time and space,
For sure as hell I told myself there'll never come a day,
When we compromise, to not again relate
What are we to call ourselves,
Anything but random chance, skewed by lucky circumstance?
Promise me there's something more,
Through the crevasse great in depth,
although we may all feel inept at love,
I'll stand by you
Old friend,
I thought you'd stay a while,
Cold sand,
Had it had a hand in falling though our hourglass with no preface?
And calling done an epilogue of smiling grace,
For sure as hell I told myself, it never was too late,
I feared you may be gone, but I never lost the taste
Remember when we poured out hearts over a canvas,
And gazed at artificial stars?
And all that we could do was laugh,
At the nothingness that had crept over us,
High on a life that would soon be forgot
And though this travel may seem tough,
I fear you're growing weary, that you've maybe had enough
When I say that I can only stay for a week or for a day I'm hoping
Oh I'm hoping,
That you don't write me off
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He's a birthright bagel defender,
He was born with all he could knead,
With a brain as plain and sharp as paper,
Hardly ever had a conscience to feed
Well he lit that smothered ember,
Oh I believe he lit her coveted flame,
'Till the bread got burnt some early September,
And it taught'em how to choke on pain
And you know it'll never be the same!
Smothered out and scoured in doubt,
To build a girl up and to topple back down,
Topple back down...
Well the repartee was highly addictive,
Did we let it get to our heads?
While the two of us, were choking on sickness,
He was dealing in butter and bread
And she was so slow to bear witness,
And was gone with the dawn and the dusk,
While he slept unaware of the business,
That had shattered the three of us
And even if he was out of his mind!
I won't be blind...
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4. |
Bayview
04:14
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And I still take the train home,
The wait is not as long as the one she used to take,
But it feels just as long,
When your open arms are what awaits me at the gate,
open hearts
And I would play in dirt all day, if it means we were together,
And I could lay in your bed forever,
But I'm the one who pulled the sheets away,
I want to seize the day,
With you...
Safe and sound in green pen,
Photographic evidence of what I guess,
Thought would never end,
Take the Polaroids and all your gorgeous friends,
Though I wish them all the best
Walking back with empty hands,
Save from the record I left,
Yellow light of the August sky,
Shine on the newly bereft,
Sitting as the city buses pass,
twenty minutes back,
from you...
from you...
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5. |
November Comes Again
03:18
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Pull over your grey cotton blend,
So November comes again,
I got a text from my landlord,
Clearly we're a neighborhood threat!
God forbid a breath of passion bleeds,
though the drywall, yellow leaves,
I'm sorry the thing that keeps, us all sane,
Is your disease!
Is there anyone you can please?
I wanna be like the bees,
who dedicate their lives to loving flowers!
Drifting in an autumn breeze I wanna be like the leaves,
In November!
Well bury your nose in a boring bed,
Of sheets of paper you know you dread,
Slacker year, not the best,
Is this gunna be on the test?
Well god forbid that I had some time,
To clear the cobwebs in my mind,
The future balances on your back,
And every road is like a cul-de-sac!
Oh I wanna be like the sun,
That can spit out a ton,
Despite all the gravity and growing pressure!
Drowning in a cotton shroud I wanna be like the clouds,
In November!
It never ends!
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Adam Blasl Ottawa, Ontario
A Thoughtful Guy
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