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Movement
04:09
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A son & a mother reconcile with each other.
Movement.
Witnessing honest smiles every once in a while.
Movement.
A father that suffers just to care for his child.
Movement.
'Cause I'm moved.
I'm moved by this world.
Spinning round & around.
At the core there's a girl.
The apple of my eye.
The Eve that makes me wish I would try.
I'm the snake, mistakes, the heartache & the poison in the fruit.
I'm moved.
I heard a song that made me question my wrongs & my movements.
I heard all the words that captured all that I've learned in that moment.
The melody tells of broken men that mean well in the chorus.
We shared a life so many years ago.
We bared a strife yet have no tears to show.
Time takes it's time then all of a sudden you're old.
One day you become all of the lies you have told.
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Moonlighting these thoughts that haunt to no avail.
Soon fighting remorse, night-train's back on the rails.
Lost a lot in life but found so very very much.
Better holding on than ever giving up.
If she wasn't there to love & to hold.
To bring me in from the cold 'til we grow old.
If I couldn't sing with this strange voice of mine.
Play these here strings for kind souls all this time.
Perspective.
The day he passed away in the garden.
Our hearts all skipped a beat & hardened.
A great man to honour, the king of the kingdom.
Every praise that I find I promise to sing them.
If all of my brothers could not lend an ear.
If Father & Mother had not brought me here.
If I hadn't passed my heyday to find something more meaningful in this self-obsessed life.
Perspective.
So when I awake trembling in fear I'll calm my fool’s mind knowing you're still here.
The clouds overcast for so many years I'll blow away with smiles & warm happy tears.
I'll remember that I can turn this around.
This broken little heart-boat could still run aground.
I'll pluck up the petals of courage within & make Autumn flowers for all of my sins.
Perspective.
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Clean Air
03:45
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I cannot escape this escapism.
I cannot break out of this prison.
I cannot mistake my mistakes for anything other than my fault.
Cold sweats & freezing in the sunshine.
There’s part of my heart I just can’t listen to.
Old friends appeasing all of my lies.
Oh how I don’t deserve you all.
I just need some cleaner air.
I do.
Holding hands with my liquid demons.
I vacate my vacant vessel.
Leave him in the hands of my evils.
My weakness, my bastard lesser.
Living life as a sickly dreamer as I forever burn my lesson.
Entrapped within this lost heathen free man.
When will I clean this mess up?
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I just wanted to know your name.
I’d sell it all just to see you for a second.
You must, must’ve not felt the same.
Your hell was my sweet heaven.
Nights of the Sound Fable.
Another ancient right of way becomes another concrete alley between buildings.
There lives a little dream I keep safe where you embrace with me.
We both poisoned something pure between you & me.
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Beauty Falls
02:41
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Do you remember how it felt?
Or did you forget & let the wax melt?
Our secret candle, the wick was too short.
The flame couldn’t handle love’s tricks like we thought.
Your beauty falls furiously like the sea.
Your beauty falls gloriously.
Laying upon the settled shingle.
Under a moonlit sky in the South of England.
You have seen me cry uncontrollably.
You have witnessed the sad sorry whole of me.
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My true potential lies in hibernation.
I tried to shake him up but I just couldn't wake him.
An unquenchable thirst that always comes first.
No chorus, just a verse.
They've been waiting on the runway waving.
My head buried in the clouds.
Are you ready? Ready? Ready? Ready? Ready? Ready to land home safely?
They've been lighting up the lighthouse beacons.
As my heart weakens alone.
Are you ready? Ready? Ready? Ready? Ready? Ready to come home from the storm.
I've grown embittered, like a dog that’s been bitten & bitten & bitten.
I've lost my glitter, my glow has been unwritten.
Good days they go so fast.
Bleak days how they last.
Another empty glass.
And I don't make dreams anymore I just make do.
And I couldn't wait for the day that I make it through.
I gave up again.
Giving up never ends.
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Last Century We Met
02:18
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Lights, camera, action, the cutting room floor.
A secretive chain reaction now knocks on my door.
Fear it grew like I never knew.
We have our fun, yes we do.
We have our fun, me & you.
With all disregard for the future years.
With full disregard for the future tears.
Tried in vain to save the fountain of youth.
Lied in shame & crave that mountain of truth.
Time it flew like I never knew.
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8. |
Minor Chords
02:00
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If life was a song it’d go from major to minor slowly.
Digging to the core, there goes that estranged miner, lowly he goes.
If I was the Sun I’d go from light to dark imploding.
It isn’t unfair, the forces can’t care for you at all.
Through these eyes we wear we can see from minor to major.
If life was a song it’d go from happy to sad quietly.
If life was a walk it’d go from running free to tiptoes silently.
If this is a pantomime then my best days of my life are behind me.
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Peace in Pain
02:34
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I have failed all the Seven Seas.
I have crawled the ocean bottom free.
I leave like the leaves leave the trees.
I believe Autumn’s gentle breeze.
I find peace within pain.
I saw death when I fell asleep.
I find love slippery to keep.
I find all that I do not wish to seek.
I find light in the corners of the bleak.
I find peace.
I find pain.
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Everything is wearing thin but it's me that's got to change.
All the songs that I could sing have all grown weak with age.
Matters not what I could win if what I've got can't save me.
Time to change it all within, a lifeless life so greyly (gravely).
An addict is never satisfied.
Hear them sing alone.
The magic is never bona fide.
Sleepless nights we roam.
The depression inside pressing on your mind by night.
Sleeping in the darkness keeps you up more than the light.
Just one more hit to cloud the shit that lingers & holds tight.
Name your poison for each person, they all awake in fright.
An addict puts their habit first.
Hear them sing alone.
A tragic life can still grow worse.
Sleepless nights we roam.
Sing the addict song.
Sing & sing & sing along.
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The sweetest girl she has a lot on her plate.
And everything she served I thanklessly ate.
But I offered her nothing in return.
Some men just wanna watch the whole world burn.
I'm no good at living the way you do.
All the good put in front of me I will push straight through.
I'm not saying I should but I just wish you could understand.
I'm not something good, I'm something bad.
I'm just something bad.
So let go of my hand, I shouldn't stay.
I'm an imposter amongst your ways.
I'm a bad actor at being good.
There's a monster beneath this hood.
I am so sorry.
I don't want you to worry anymore.
And this man's story holds no glory, just war.
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The sky is dry tonight.
So am I tonight.
You fly like an eagle and you glide like an angel.
You fall like a star.
I still think you're beautiful.
Like a miracle in black and white.
But I still understand your reasons for leaving me.
'Cause I'm untrustworthy.
And it's my fault, I miss you.
The grass is cold today.
This feeling is old today.
You're cold like a snowflake.
And you're warm like a heartache.
And you burn like a sun ray.
She drains the poet right out of his heart and soul.
But she's always hurting.
There's glass in her foot again.
When she smiles the truth bends.
Or maybe it's all part of the way it was before we started.
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To remind ourselves we're lucky we remember some have nothing.
It's strange people comfort themselves knowing others aren't doing quite as well.
And none of us know if we will ever go the distance.
It could all go & disappear in an instant.
So why don't we show each other every truth?
If only you knew…
Our love was a balloon & we set it free high above.
The clouds they grew too heavy & it burst & released dead love.
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Dave McPherson Brentwood, UK
Music |ˈmyo͞ozik|
noun
1 the art or science of combining vocal or instrumental sounds (or both) to
produce beauty of form, harmony, and expression of emotion.
Music is my life. An oft-used cliché yet nonetheless true for me. I've devoted most of my existence to exploring it in every way & in turn it has enabled me to travel the world & meet new friends all over.
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