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Trompe L’oeil
03:39
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Marble in space.
Zoom in to see her face.
Young man in the game, but he doesn't swing that way.
Diamond in the rough.
Not as hard, just as tough.
Old love, now new.
You're not the lucky few.
Statue in the hall.
Little girl, twelve feet tall.
Young blood in a daze.
He'll make the country great.
One truth.
One lie.
Leave all the gray behind.
You say you'll try, but your mind's not like mine.
Go clean your bow.
You won't know, till the show.
I don't care.
Put it there.
I can share, but I won't.
Gases and flames and faith the world won’t change.
Big heart, big brain, holding in colossal pain.
Questions in the queue when the answer welcomed you.
Concede to the change, nothing else stays the same.
Pinhead, out-and-out.
Prodigy, packed with doubt.
Flashes, look away.
Inamorata comes your way.
Choices galore.
Bliss made into a chore.
Reaper come forth.
I'll show you out the door.
Go clean your bow.
You won't know, till the show.
I don't care.
Put it there.
I can share, but I won't.
Last night I took a bullet for my wife in our home and I woke up alone laying on a cliff overlooking the river Styx.
All flames yet desolate next to me.
All I hear are screams of pain and agony.
I really don’t see a way I could be in this place in this day and age, since life is eternal.
Lu approaches and I cry,
“I’ve died many times before so why have I woken up to the sight of hell?”
He snickers and replies,
“Calm yourself my friend it’s alright to be frightened and confused.
Look at all the faces in the river.
Can’t you see that they belong to you?”
Go clean your bow.
You won't know, till the show.
I don't care.
Put it there.
I can share, but I won't.
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Hermano
02:51
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Oh lord.
A mess of blue guitar chords that say the things I can’t say, and voice the thoughts I can’t weigh.
Large or light, your weights are mine.
I don’t mind if you don’t mind.
I’m afraid in my own way of what you know that I don’t show.
Hermano.
Admit you don’t know how to phrase it.
A chain that’s here in clear view.
A future that includes you.
Times and dates that I can’t trace.
One sole face I can’t displace.
I’m afraid in my own way of what you know that I don’t show.
Hermano.
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Small Frye
03:30
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Lately I sit alone and sore.
Lately I’ve thought of her some more.
Maybe I’m just a jilted pawn.
Maybe I’ll put my glasses on.
Plot to lay me out I won’t comply.
Quite a pill, I’m cavalier and sly.
I'll shake the tree and see what falls in time.
So prep your deck before I cross the line.
Lately my world surrounds the phone.
Lately I I’ve tried to let her go.
Maybe I was awry before.
Maybe I stand to bleed some more.
Plot to lay me out I won’t comply.
Quite a pill, I’m cavalier and sly.
I'll shake the tree and see what falls in time.
So prep your deck before I cross the line.
Raise her I can’t, but I tried.
Grab the gun, drop, and then slide.
Coffee and pie, oh my.
Eat your duck soup, but don’t cry .
Plot to lay me out I won’t comply.
Quite a pill, I’m cavalier and sly.
I’ll shake the tree and see what falls in time.
Prep your deck before I cross the line.
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Jan lays down and wrestles in her sleep.
Moonlight spills on comic books and superstars in magazines.
An old friend calls and tells us where to meet.
Her plane takes off from Baltimore and touches down on Bourbon Street.
We sit outside and argue all night long about a god we've never seen, but never fails to side with me.
Sunday comes and all the papers say ma Teresa's joined the mob and happy with her full time job.
Am I alive, or thoughts that drift away?
Does summer come for everyone?
Can humans do as prophets say?
And if I die before I learn to speak, can money pay for all the days I lived awake but half asleep?
A life is time, they teach you growing up.
The seconds ticking killed us all a million years before the fall.
You ride the waves and don't ask where they go.
You swim like lions through the crest and bathe yourself in zebra flesh.
I've been downhearted babe, ever since the day we met.
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