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Just Short Of A Decade
04:42
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There's nothing quite like crossing the country on a bus that takes from Friday to Monday
NY to Cali with high hopes in your heart, then back again with all your shattered thoughts.
But you can live on a dream, and when that dream is real it's not as hard as it seems
And soon enough that dream came true, and every night I was coming home to you.
Now flash-forward just short of a decade and all the dreams that we built up are wreckage
And I curse myself every night cause I know that I was the detonage.
But if it's anything like dying, then it's something I don't mind trying
Cause if you don't try everything once, then you'll never know when you've had enough.
Now I can't see your face anymore, the pain paints black wherever you are
Your mouth was silent when you spoke, I read your thoughts out of a book.
Now there's a river that flows between us and it separates us with distance.
I watch the water flow and think of all the places it but I will never go.
And sometimes happy hour comes too late, sometimes I just can't wait
Anyway it never brings me a smile, just a way to forget awhile.
So I woke up by the tracks, and I didn't know if I was getting out
Or never ever coming back. There was a bottle by my side,
And big surprise I had tears in my eyes, thinking of the first time we kissed
And all the things I was gonna miss, traveling alone through this lonely abyss.
I can't see your face anymore, I don't recognize who you are
I close my eyes and you’re a star that burns my mind from so far.
Now I'm a postcard with no nostalgia, I'm the junk rotting out on the lawn
A rusted out old trailer, a jukebox without any songs.
And I guess? With all the death? That it took part of my mental health
And looking back I realize I'd been dead for quite some time.
So now I'll spend the whole day dreaming, only to wake up missing that feeling
They sing: 'People who long are already gone. People who dream aren't living.'
Now the days are here and then gone, I count them like marks upon a jail cell wall
Like I'm waiting for something to begin, or maybe waiting for it all to end.
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2. |
Love Is Good
02:14
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And I remember all the good times
but it pains me so to think that she
probably just remembers all the bad
and she always looked so distant
and I guess it came from knowing
that her love for me was over
and the smiles she feigned couldn't cover
all the weight behind her eyes
But she couldn't bring herself to hurt me
hiding all her feelings deep inside
so I gave her the greatest gift I could
even though it meant loosing
the only thing left worth living that I had
And when I think back and wonder
all the reasons that I loved her
and all the reasons love is over
well I guess I'll just remember love is good
and I was bad
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How many beers equal a lifetime?
I think I've drank my worth, goodnight then.
Wait I'm back, (oh) big surprise
Eighteen pack by my side.
Blue skies and vagrant dust
Circulation mixed with lust.
It's a nightmare fantasy
An ice cold / burning sort of dream.
But we can change our point of views
And we can choose the points we view.
Change is good, change is fresh
Change is often for the best.
If there's a feeling that I miss
It's moving forward without missing the past.
I wish my life was like the wind
The things I blow through, I never look back again.
'N how the hell'd it get to this?
Society dug itself a ditch
Materialism and media prisons
The need for more is our extinction.
Now the only thing I can relate with
Is all these roaming dogs, and their wondering faces
(like) "Who's gonna kick me, Who's gonna love me"
"Should I bite you or be your buddy"
Blue skies everyday
Why won't the sun just go away?
It's like that story, the one that bores me
The one that never should've been written.
If I were white noise then I'd be the breeze
But if you listen carefully
There is thunder over yonder
On the horizon of my dreams.
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Future Dust
00:57
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The Absent Days
03:13
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The sheets on the clothesline turn into ghosts
with the easy afternoon breeze blowin' off the coast
But all this lemonade living
makes me feel like I'm not in it
The way the sunlight climbs then descends the stairs
these are the absent days my dear
And you don't know what you've been missing
when you're absentee from livin'
All your thoughts collect like dust
and your body turns to rust
The days are here, then gone
the thoughts are captured in a song
And beer after beer so you can disappear
these are the absent days my dear
People with sailboats got it made
if they don't like where they're at they just sail away
And the mind's like a sail you can fill it with dreams
and drift away on a pleasant breeze
But it's easier said than done when your mind feels like
both a dead weight and a loaded gun
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Traveling Alone
02:22
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The Future
04:49
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We could wake up where we laid our heads last night
But if we don't make it back,
that'd be alright, that'd be alright
Cause everybody needs to dream
Something to remind us that life's not quite what it seems
And everybody needs a breather
Eight hours a night we need to leave here
I used to think that when we slept
We dreamed our dreams, then we came back
Now these days I'm not so sure
Now every night I close the door
Floating out among the stars there's a kingdom there; it's not that far
Lay your head upon a pillow,
close your eyes and I'll be with you
Cause everybody needs to dream
Something to remind us that life's not quite what it seems
But when we turn off, where do we go?
Is it a place we could ever truly know?
Why do the stars mean something to us?
So much feeling for something we'll never touch
Maybe they're reflections of our sleeping minds
Maybe they're the future ghosts of our present time
Are we haunted by the past?
The things we can't forget, do they act to prevent?
Our memories are the ghosts
In the pages of the history that we wrote
Where do dreams go when they die?
Is there a graveyard somewhere for broken lives?
Instead of 'Rest In Peace' mark the stones with 'The Future'
We could all use the reminder
In my dreams I was a legend
When I awoke I wasn't anything
Maybe it's best I take my rest
R.I.P. carved on my chest
What's this light shining upon us?
I think it might be calling us
No I don't think we're going home
I think that’s it, the end, the unknown
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Vagrant Dust
01:02
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End Of A World
01:14
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It's not the end of the world
But it is the end of a world
It's not the end of the world
But it is the end of our world
And that's for sure, that's for sure
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That's Alright
05:15
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And so, so long
So long?!
Well, that's alright by me
Sayin' Goodbye
I won't cry, Muuuuuuch!
Baby, that's alright by me
Cuz even the things
Built to last
Even they must come to pass
And just like the wind
Love will die
But it will rise again
So, so long, Baby that's alright by me
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David S.M. Los Angeles, California
DAVID S.M.
Since 1982.
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