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Tommorrowland

You're more brave now, but far less than
when you were just a little kid 
when problems were detention slips
and not getting to see your friends
the real world's wide with viciousness 
you weren't prepared to face so quick 
you try your best to deal with it, 
but anxious one, you're ill equipped
you try to sleep, but cry instead
and can't embrace your worried head
there's meaning in each tear you shed
that's lost on you, cause you pretend 
that it's okay, it never is 
though like all things pain has to end
and morning's just a day away
the sun will rise and you will try again

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Monster

I meant to call you back 
I'm not sure why I didn't 
I know you probably stayed up
wondering where I went

I don't mean to get loud
I don't want to seem rude
I know you're worried right now
it's hard to pinpoint my mood

Everything is okay 
darling things will be fine 
I'm here for you always
forever yours and you're mine

I'm sorry I'm an asshole
I can be so mean 
I know you don't deserve it
and I don't know a damn thing

I swear I have a heart, but
it's just narcoleptic 
it can fall asleep at 
any given moment

I should fix the porch light
It's been out a few nights 
I should do the dishes 
they've been stacking up and
I should get my head right
and I will, I promise

We should take a road trip
I know you love Chicago 
I could take us there, babe
say the word and we'll go

But then what if I won't want to
and I won't even know why 
some nights I love you 
other nights you're all right

maybe you should leave me
don't give up on us now 
I'm so glad we're together
I wish we never went out



 

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21 hours ago, Ari said:

Tommorrowland

You're more brave now, but far less than
when you were just a little kid 
when problems were detention slips
and not getting to see your friends
the real world's wide with viciousness 
you weren't prepared to face so quick 
you try your best to deal with it, 
but anxious one, you're ill equipped
you try to sleep, but cry instead
and can't embrace your worried head
there's meaning in each tear you shed
that's lost on you, cause you pretend 
that it's okay, it never is 
though like all things pain has to end
and morning's just a day away
the sun will rise and you will try again

This is pretty great! 

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Eight Hour Drive

we kissed in the car
you seemed distant, confused
and your gum in my mouth
tasted flavorless too

it felt like a sign,
still I’m me, and I do
tend to analyze things
that may not be true

but I held out my hand
and you slept like you knew
my hand was out, shaking
and waiting for you

have you ever cared
half as much as you swear
because you’re never there
or look back when I stare
and it isn’t unfair,
I’m just far too aware
and in love unprepared
to accept what’s not shared

you deserve better,
but I deserve more
and I try to be worthy
of settling for

but that isn’t me,
and you’re glued to the door
don’t beg me to plead
cause my knees are still sore

 

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Reaper

The reaper, it plays inside my blood
and lingers up and down my spine
You devil, it’s you I’m thinking of
each time I chase after the light

death is too far to keep me down
but life is too hard to want around
fear is the why I stick it out
I want an excuse that makes me proud

How come I want to let you win
each time you kill me with intent
How come I choose to let you in
knowing each time you leave me spent

I’m crashing each wave before their time
I’m playing this god as if she’s mine
I’m stealing the light from other’s eyes
as if that’s what keeps me alive

and I know that they are me to you
and there is no sadder, greater truth
how can I curse the things you do
when I am guilty of them too

 

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Wrote this yesterday, not sure if I'm happy with it. It's sort of about Cornona self-quarantine/quarantine/fearing the virus, but I won't the song to last longer than the virus, so it's also about imprisonment and fearing getting older and that the isolation is a metaphor/projectionfor that fear in a way.


In Isolation

Verse 1

Cooked up some coffee
Listened to the radio
Someone was talking
about what? I do not know
I'm like a lonely soldier now
with a chip on my shoulder now
I'm isolated, I don't know if I hate it
but I'm only getting older now

Spending most days in bed
Talking it over in my head
A little cough sets me off
I'm not really sure what to do
Worries are like vultures
They're hunting me as a prey
And they never seem to go away
And they are inside me too

Verse 2

No contact or comfort
Started looking at the time
How long will this last?
Have I lost my mind?
I'm like a bird in a cage
I'm burning with rage
The years pass by me and they tie me
I'm not wine I don't get better with age

Reality is just a dream
Hands on my head, but I don't scream
Shortness of breath, a glimpse of death
I really could use a break
But a break is all I have now
Life is put on hold
And I used to fear getting old
I've lost that fear and that's what makes me shake

Verse 3

I'm talking to the wall
Alone again, finally
Happy tones are out of place
I sing this in a minor key
I'm like a bear in late fall
I feel sorry for that wall
yeah I used to fear getting older each year
Now I fear not growing old at all

I am my worst rival
I'm not out for survival
There's a clock that starts to talk
but I don't know what the time meant
And this could last forever
How do we survive?
and carry on our lives?
I solitairy confinement

Outro

In here alone
In isolation
lone recreation
on my own

In here alone
In isolation
A lonely vacation
In my home

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A Little Ray of Sunshine

Verse 1

These clouds have been forming
They're turning the sky gray
and all those summer plans
Have started to fade away
The days are so damn stormy
We don't know what's ahead
And all our green lights
are all turning red

Chorus

And even if all is hell
I try to find a solace
well I left my book fall on the next page
And I try to think of a fun time
and add a little ray of sunshine
In this new dark age

Verse 2

We gotta stick together
And we'll outweather this storm
When it's freezing outside
We'll all keep eachother warm
Cuz it's not just bad weather
Our ship is facing mutiny
And we'll let the captain fall
without a glimpse of scrutiny

Chorus

And I know we're all hurtin'
we find nothing but uncertainty
And everything is open at this stage
I find a joke and a punchline
and I'll find a little ray of sunshine
in this new dark age

Bridge

There are bolts of thunder
Lives going under
The raindrops fall like bombs
And we're only left to wonder

Chorus

Why it all seems so odd
We're forgotten by the gods
And our brown shoes have started fading to beige
But in my dreams things will be fine
And I'll find that little sunshine
and one day things are gonna change

Yeah my fantasies are all mine
and I'll find a little ray of sunshine
In this new dark age

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The Hammer

 

Paul is banging that hammer

Banging it into the wall

It's better be pounding concrete

Than to pound nothing at all

As a kid hammering was easy

It needed no big skill

But this hammering soon became

A symbol of Paul's free will

 

Paul is bored with pounding

He starts to talk it out

He questions why he hammers

Asks his folks what it's all about

They said that his problem

Was really rather small

There are people in the world

That don't get to pound at all

 

So Paul starts to feel worried

That all his pounding is in vain

All that damn hammering

Has driven Paul insane

Is there any purpose

To this pounding at all?

An existential meaning

To pounding on a concrete wall?

 

Paul starts to get money

For banging on his own head

He earns cash for a living

If not Paul would be dead

But it could be banging that kills him

Sharp hammerhead and unsteady shaft

But it doesn't really matter

Now that Paul has found his craft

 

But Paul starts to wonder

If headhammering is really his call

They say that occupation keeps him

From thinking about pounding the wall

Maybe Paul really

Should start pounding something else instead

But they say there are people

Who don't even get to pound their head

 

When Paul gets old and has survived

And ruined his Cerebellum

He's got lots of stories

That he gets to tell them

Then he can stand up

Or possibly crawl

And stop pounding his head

And focus on banging that wall

 

Now Paul can be happy

He has found his lot in life

Got kids who are heavy pounders

And a crafty hammering wife

And when his children start to ask him

Why they are all hammering that wall

He says there are people in the world

Who never get to pound at all

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