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Gawker
03:02
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The gap between us, no distance at a far, but standing there with two blank stares it seemed so large. Don’t release me from your memory, as if I was never there I’d rather you see clear. Where we go, if I’m distorting your view or making it uncomfortable by all means I’m gone, from this small terminal. In this small country town you turned to me and said chow, after walking through the airport line and then stepping out. Please don’t release me from your memory, I find it hard to move past because for me it all lasts. It was in Provincetown, where you offered me a seat and consequently I sat down, and I’m so glad because you gave me the best six months I ever had. Could it be your hands on my knee? Under the restaurant table at public school, we’re breaking all the rules. I’m at the end of the line, given my notice and spoken my words. In a few weeks I’m leaping off this peak, as if you could hear the thump with miles between. Oh, please don’t release me from your memory I still hold you so dear.
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Never Left
02:44
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Packing up my car this evening, I’m having flash backs that aren’t deceiving. They're clear I couldn’t leave something so beautiful behind, so I’ll take it with me. I wanna be the man to hold your hand on Manhattan Beach. Signing off on those flowers, I’m gonna hear it for hours and hours from him or her and whoever saw that night. I don’t care, I know the love was there. Tomorrow holds you and I, and If you still believe I can’t lie, simply seeing the truth I can’t resist you. If you weren’t told the way the look in your eyes unfolds, they're kind and alive. I wanna see you again just like I never left Michigan.
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The Same Way
03:25
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If I go in this morning awareness we’d say goodbye and Chicago is coming through. Driving away with this unfamiliar feeling, I wanna stay but in a way I’m still with you In your arms babe. I’ll be back someday, and I like to think he sees it the same way. Our wheels are spinning and I follow close behind, I don’t know these streets and my trust isn't blind. Hey look at me no hands, hey check me out, I’m not one to show off but I had no doubt with you in your arms babe. I’ll be back someday and I like to think he sees it the same way. I’ll be someday in your arms lying lake side after an underwear swim where I don’t have to hide. Looking up, looking out, a light green collage has developed above us oh what a mirage. Disbelief has layered over my sun dried skin, how could my dream so innocent ever be a sin. These leaves are much bigger than my hands and as I reach for them, I finally reach my man. Your magic conspires all my desires as I’m lifted away with you.
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Out of Work
03:27
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Hi everybody chin chin, I’m simply adverse to knowing when. I’m walking to work the billboards scream of all the dirty tricks you think are so keen. I’m calling out of work, pulling away at forty five, how you fooled me and we felt alive, walking our own line. Hi everybody chin chin, your hands in my pocket before you let me begin and all the passerby's they stick to themselves, turning away like I'm somebody else. I’m calling out of work, some say its just a matter of time and you fooled me. But we’ll walk our line. So move along theres nothing to see here, just a punk rock fag that your parents always feared. But I work just as hard as the monotony man and you think and you say that I’m not apart of god’s plan well, I won’t stand. I’m calling out of work.
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Fountain of Kings
02:29
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I’ve been living in a fountain of self proclaimed kings where addictions pool like the colorado springs. You are my only king. If only the ceiling was your eyes and these walls were your arms, I’d be floating with these sunny sheets and far away from far. Reality is and always will be staring right at me, I’m miles away from my loved one just sitting at my feet. I’m trying to be bold for whatever that holds, your here for me, I’m right here for you. You’re the only thing keeping me alive with our long talks on the telephone you’re freeing me from the fakes inside. You’re my only king. I know I may leave the conversation but my mind is always still thinking and wishing. Had I stayed, when coming home I’d be there and then you said, “It’s nice to know we’re in this together” Now I’m forever waiting for your letter.
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Fisher King
03:19
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I was walking over deep water, over all thats been depicted, I was in a dream and final lifted, with a romantic view so loosely skewed I look down to see, the deep blue. What have I done, you always told me to never look back, and now I’ve shown to much and my blue has turned to black. What have I done, I’m falling and never coinciding to the deep dark sea that underneath me. I can’t swim, I’ve lost all feeling without him. I can’t breath, the Fisher King if strangling me. I’ll never go back, you should know that I’m falling. I’ve grown wings, so when your friends passing song sings, I'll be right there, just as I should have been. We’ll be flying and all you have to say is when. I’m so sorry, I’ve shown to much, it’s the busy bodied people who are all in rush. When I’m with you, my hearts blossoming finally having hope for what these wings will bring.
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Winters Pace
03:10
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Watch me move my whole life just to spend one night, alone with you. As the numbers surround, how do I find common ground. Just as a leaf falls come autumn, I’m drifting all around. I realize, its not everyday that you feel this way, do you feel this way? Because I’’m not afraid to be close on the cusp of your nose. Bring me back to where the sun sets just for us, crashing into the sea when I knew you loved me. Bring me back face to face with that smile, so pure and sweet when I knew you loved me. Just watch me move, It’s al for you. Am I running from fears? No well I’m not scared, I’m a traveling man shadowing winters tears. Let me know if your coming in February, because the weather over there is cold and unfair, together we’d melt away never letting go. I’d move my whole life just to be with you and thats what I’ll do. We’re at winters pace and this idle face is not the one I know.
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Invisibly
02:26
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You’re everywhere I go and your hands around my neck, contemplative and separated. Give me the keys, I don’t wanna go upstairs. If only you could see invisibly maybe then, you’d finally see me and only to you I’d exist. Shoot me down just say the word, all will be released, I don’t want this to decease at this moment in time. I see what is your and mine and all is combine. I swear I still believe it’s destiny or maybe fate has brought me to my knees and only to you I’d exist. As much as it kills you rely on me but I rely on you too. Once you’ve moved along, I’ll no longer be see through.
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Behind a Megaphone
03:00
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Strangers are passing through what they think turns you on. Well you, it seems like you got me all wrong, thats not my favorite song. Excuse me how ostentatious, I gotta step back and ponder. This feeling is so outrageous and raw, lets make it last long. Megaphones and rules to condone half our bodies hanging out the window. Commit Crew has found you and thats all I ever knew. We are built differently, I’m not sorry as the tears are falling upstream because I defy the lines and dream. Every corner of this room is glued into a tear. We’re falling and dancing so hard, we have no fear. I say please take me by the hand lets get up and run. Will you trust in me when I’m gone, it won’t last long. The car struck hard and I lived for your friendship and the get well card, from the Cape Cod road trip when we were Commit.
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Bird of Paradise
04:53
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In the sand dune reeds, I look out but nothings seen. You’re far off in the distance, I heard a long lost dream. Well, if you’re alright with me, I’ll be flying with the V. I felt embarrassed guilty and weak, ashamed to be that man I became. I shy away from what once was and who I really am never to release those feelings of what was unsensual. Turn to a life of theater thats staged to remain staged for all eyes to see, away from you and me with sandy feet walking commercial street. For one face, I’ll look up reaching to fly with the V. Lets live in fantasy we don’t have to cater to reality. As I’m printing out resumes to consume whats left of me. It’s where we’re supposed to be flying together I really do believe, you’re on your own journey and whether its with me, return to the V. I’m inside my head trying to make some sense, Wisping across the sky a perfect beauty caught my eye. Disengaging from the flock to concern himself, and I must wonder why, oh why. I just feel the music but can’t touch it, you can tell Massachusetts that I’m not fit for anyone or anything to ever be seen, this is between you and me. When you opened up your arms into and exotic flower, one that flew, one I’d only dreamed I’d see, away from the flock to save me but where have you flown off to, I still need you. How that flower turned into a bird of paradise. You’ve taken me to new heights, you’re a flying beautiful paradise, you're on your own journey, I’d like to believe, you’ve returned to the V.
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Royvine Los Angeles, California
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