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Harpsichord
04:58
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Harpsichord
I am new to this place,
Woke up with my face in the sand,
I got a notion of beauty last night,
That only my hands remember,
And it left stones in pants,
And grit in my teeth,
I got an assumption of sleep that will never come,
Slumber never meets me.
My limbs are loose,
My mind unfocused,
Undistinguished bruises,
I barely notice,
I’m searching my body for clues,
As to who this was.
Because your name will give me nothing
When the notion of you still lies on my lips x2
Basic terms, fulfill their short lived purposes,
As my night renews the sky for the day,
The meaning of words disperses,
Like your name.
Seagulls swing on the wind without care,
Stealing their breakfasts,
There as unaware as I of the rules we break,
Unaware of I as I smile, and wave,
This freedom of being is a gold in abundance.
Though a smile don’t pay for nothing these days,
At least that’s what my daddy told me,
At least that’s what the sad man say.
your name will give me nothing
When the notion of you still lies on my lips x2
Basic terms, fulfill their short lived purposes,
As my night renews the sky for the day,
The meaning of words disperses,
Like your name.
I walk this earth not knowing why,
My search for knowledge a trivial quest.
If it brings me a grin then I’ll do my best,
At least that’s what this happy girl says.
And though I don’t remember your name,
It does nothing to take away from the claim,
That you were an instance,
A gold in abundance,
A smile that graced,
The frown on my face.
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Master
06:32
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Master, In your palace
With the table to high to reach but it sure does look pretty.
Where’s your Mistress? She’s on her throne,
with her lips too cold to kiss but she sure does look pretty.
Now your answers, they hold no compromise,
So what does it matter,
If to my discretion I hold my tear filled eyes,
On your silver platter,
And while you search for rubies you loose your diamonds,
Well what does it matter if this gem is shattered,
So long as the rich can sleep at: night.
You spend your lazy days in a sunny haze,
You made me a creature of the night,
And now you shine your sunlight on me,
And I wonder dark corridors,
Looking at cobwebs of questions,
that were spun in no response to: me
Give me no illusion, and I’ll play no games
Created confusion, blurs and blinds, no sight remains
Lady lie she lie so low, I could not see were she did go
Lady lies, she lies so well, under her sky, under his spell.
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Come with me
04:50
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Give me gold - teach me greed,
Reap the land then replant the seed,
Tell me stories - feed me fear,
Stage the sorrow - you cry crimson tears,
And your blood, should be our blood,
And their grave should be our grave,
Didn’t mama tell you not to play with the dangerous toys?
Didn’t we plead you not to play with the bigger boys.
I steal my wisdom from the wise who once before me lived,
I steal my freedom from the people who die for it,
So I’m no adequate preacher: no,
I take these lessons from my teachers
And the man whose blood runs thick as oil,
Whose fingers steal from another’s soil,
Uses race as a reason for treason: yes he does
And belief as a justification for a thief.
When he say:
Come with me, I know my fingers are picking at the wants and not the needs.
When he say:
Come with me, I know my lucky life belongs to this side of the sea
When he say:
Come with me, I know the goodhearted can still be found guilty
When he say:
Come with me, I know I gotta rid myself of this dirty greed
One mans wrong is another mans right,
Moral is perception not one mans sight,
So I close my eyes and I use my nose,
To sniff out were the garbage goes.
You can’t believe how “they” hide “they” hoard
All the men that “they” kill in the name of the Lord,
Just like we hide, just like we hoard,
All these mean that we kill on chequered boards.
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Breathe
03:13
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The question is where will I go, and if I go where will I stay,
And if I stay I fade away into your ever-growing;
Self-righteous charade – oh girl you suffocate all my rage,
Just spills on the stage like so
I preach more than I practise, yeah I teach before I learn
I’m hoping the universe will strike back: give me a lesson in return.
I could sing before I could talk, I could dance before I could walk,
You say it’s those “simple things” that are just far too hard for me.
So I breathe
(Keep Calm, Carry On……)
hear we go
(Keep Calm, Carry On……)
I’m talking bout holding back my fight
(Keep Calm, Carry On……)
As she rolls her eyes
(Keep Calm, Carry On……)
To the skies
(Keep Calm, Carry On……)
And tells me she’s talking to jesus
(Keep Calm, Carry On……)
“Do I mind?”
-Well Yes
You want to see me fighting – I want to see you biting,
You want to see me craling I want to see you clawing,
I want some recognition for doing the damage,
You want some recognition for showing me I’m savage.
So I liason with this hatred cause I like to hold a grudge,
I’m hoping the Universe will strike back- tell me to relax my shoulders and shrug,
And you say that my lack of a saviour is the cause of my behaviour,
That I have no faith but it’d be a waste in me anyway.
Yes I took you toothbrush
Guess where in a second I’ll stick it.
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Steph Brown Brighton, UK
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