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Some Songs
03:18
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“Some Songs”
(Eric Wilms)
Was I expecting more
When I left you?
I'm still holding back the pain
Wish there was a way
Back to when I was your whole world
[Chorus]
Some songs I play over and over again
I find myself hanging every word written
I let you go cuz I was afraid
I play some songs that remind me of you
Found your voice and that was not the hurt
I lived in the daze, the haze and the ways of your world
Did your clock start ticking for something better
Some songs I play over and over again
I find myself hanging every word written
I let you go cuz I was afraid
I play some songs that remind me of you
Some songs I play over and over again
I find myself hanging every word written
I let you go cuz I was afraid
I play some songs that remind me of you
Was I expecting more
When I left you?
I'm still holding back the pain
Wish there was a way
Back to when I was your whole world
Some songs I play over and over again
I find myself hanging every word written
I held you close cuz I was afraid
I play some songs that remind me of you
Some songs I play over and over again
I find myself hanging every word written
I let you go cuz I was afraid
I play some songs that remind me of you
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Under The Rug
03:28
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You gotta wonder
You gotta be quite amazed
They'll pull you under
Do everything that they say
Yet when it's all over they'll just give it a shrug
They fuss and they mumble, who can you be to judge
It's just the collective, though they'll still hold a grudge
Sweep it under the rug.
You won't see it.
Just pretend its not there.
If they don't look for it, then they probably don't care.
I won't look for solutions
I won't seek common sense
I won't sell you the issues
I won't break down your fence.
Yet when it's all over you'll just give it a shrug
You'll fuss and you'll mumble, why should I try to judge?
You've joined the collective, do you still hold a grudge?
Sweep it under the rug.
Lyrics © 2012 and Music © 2023 Richard A. Palmer, BMI. All Rights Reserved
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My Final Day of Dying
04:18
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Morning light, yet I’m still in the darkness
I hear the life, still it feels far away
I’ve made this choice, now it’s time to face up to the pain
I’ve danced this dance, I’ve tried threading this needle
Just one more time
Yet here I lie trying not to give into insane
I‘ve made my mind, and if I don’t go thru this,
Can I expect I can ever be saved
This love affair has now turned into something depraved
I’ve fooled myself but not those around me
No, not again
I won’t pretend anymore that I’m not just your slave
It’s my final day
The last time lost
It’s my final day ( It’s my…)
My final day of dying
It’s my final day
The line has been crossed
It’s my final day (It’s my…)
My final day of dying
I’ve danced this dance, I’ve tried threading this needle
Just one more time....
It’s my final day
The last time lost
It’s my final day ( It’s my…)
My final day of dying
It’s my final day
The line has been crossed
It’s my final day (It’s my…)
Not gonna put this all behind me and pretend I’m the same
And then just turn around and do this all over again
The grip that held so tightly has been cut with a knife
Now that I’ve crossed thru all the darkness and I’ve entered the light
It’s my
Yeah I’ve entered the light
It's my final day
It’s my
I've entered the light
It's my final day
It’s my
Yeah I’ve entered the light
It’s my final day
It’s my
It’s my final day
It's my final day of dying
It’s my final day
It’s my
©2023 Alan Ellison - All Rights Reserved
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Constellations Of The Heart
Early morning I rise up,
Sun not in the sky
Morning star, she shines down
Feeling clear and high
Midnight blue so deep
Dark red in the East
Bright eyes and mind clear
Shake off the last of Sleep
Search out the constellations
As the seasons pass with age
Path of the light
Finds a way to the story
The tiny points of frozen moments
Want to tell of their plight
Passed down age to age
Do they ever reach their end?
Strong smell of coffee
It brightens up my soul
A morning child with sleepy eyes
Gives warmth to my heart
It's times like these, I believe
The soul leaves the body
All connected to the kindred soul
In the sky
Search out the constellations
As the seasons pass with age
Path of the light
Finds a way to the story
The tiny points of froze moments
Want to tell of their plight
Passed down age to age
Do they ever reach their end?
How many days?
How many moments?
Do we dare take a count
The Tick or the Tock?
Beats of the heart
Heartfelt moments
The tiny points the make a life,
It's here and now
Search out our constellations
And tell the seasons of our age
The path of the lives, find the way into our stories
Tiny points of frozen moments
We want tell of our fight
Passed down age to age, do they ever reach their end
Do we ever reach our end
Will we ever reach our end?
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© Eric Wilms, BMI All Rights Reserved
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