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Garden Path
04:07
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I’m reconnecting with my past
Like a long grown over path,
Deep with ivy I’d forgot,
I’d planted myself
Each time we’d talk
And I can see the edges of the path,
Well tread but found at last,
And I will walk barefoot through the places I have been
I can see it all again,
Fire, frost, and all my old friends,
At the parking lot of Tinc Road School,
Before we buried all our hatchets far from the road
And I can hear it from afar,
The thundering form of who we are,
And I will walk barefoot through the places I have been
The people I know and the people I’ve been,
Dying leaves all lost on the wind,
Along the path I’d found at last,
Lost and found in my memories, in my past
I can feel the wind at my back
Pushing me back home at last,
And I will walk barefoot through the places I have been
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Memento
04:29
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I will be the polaroid you left out in the sun
Faded into nothing long before the day is done.
I will be the drawing in the margins of your notes,
Peering from behind the words you wrote.
I will be the borrowed book with the pages all dog-eared,
The one you left upon your bedside and you’ve meant to read for years.
I’ll be a memento of the times you made it through,
But you know that I am not quite done with you.
I will be the hair caught in your sweater in the cold,
When you start to shiver but it’s not me you want to hold.
I will be the coffee mug you drink from every day,
No matter where you are now all your mornings aren’t the same.
I will be the stain upon the favorite dress you own,
From the night you couldn’t make your brand new house feel like a home.
I’ll be a memento of the pain I put you through,
But you have to know I’m not quite done with you.
I will be the memories that keep you up at night,
I’m sorry friend, I mean it, and I hope that you don’t mind.
I will be the world you left, from now on disappeared,
But I’ll be around if you need me now, I’ll always be right here.
I’ll be a memento of the times that we went through,
But you know that I’m just not quite over you.
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3. |
Before Now
04:43
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When I was a kid, I believed in ghosts,
They traveled endless hallways on their way back home.
I’d stay up all night making maps for those lost souls.
Before today, I thought we’d accomplish our goals.
I am just a spirit floating up above the world we’ve come to know,
And I’m hoping one day soon I’ll make it home.
When I was a boy, I treated love like it was a toy,
I lost more friends than a headstone would care to count.
I look down from above on all the people that I love,
And I try hard not to think about you now.
I am just a spirit floating up above the world we’ve come to know,
And I’m hoping one day soon I’ll make it home.
Before now I could believe in a world I couldn’t see,
And before now I was searching for my time.
Before now I believed in the faith you put in me,
And before now I thought that we would all be fine.
Before my best friend Kevin learned to load a gun,
Before Max took his parents’ care and decided to run,
Before Andy woke up on the hotel floor,
Before Kelly had to learn what her father was for,
Before Emma bought a house two hours away,
Before Alyssa begged Brandon for just one more day,
Before we buried Becca six feet under ground,
Now we’re way more lost and a lot less found.
Before Hillary and Donald had us all caught up,
Before we had to hold our funerals in our nightclubs
Before our children had to learn to ring the mourning bell,
Before we fired up the drones and sent the world to hell,
Before the derivatives drove us off a fiscal cliff,
Before the silence of the many turned into a fist.
My feet float off the floor because I can’t take anymore,
It’s an imaginary past that I’m looking for.
You don’t have to tell me twice,
You know I know,
But I’m a traveling spirit on my way back home.
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4. |
Red Blood Blues
04:57
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Well I’m a rat,
Boot on my back,
Hand on my throat,
screaming I’m paying off my debts.
So I got a job,
I run that wheel,
But if I stop turning,
I hear, “boy let me hear you squeal.”
I think I got the red blood blues,
How about you?
I pay my bills,
I cash my checks,
Back to the bank,
And I’m right back where I left.
I can’t get out
Of this greenback cage,
There’s a reason that they call it the rat race.
I think I got the red blood blues,
How about you?
They say the hand that feeds,
You better keep it pleased,
But I ask you friends, what’s it ever done for me?
Boots on the ground,
Face in the dirt,
Won’t you tell me which company will calculate my worth?
Freedom ain’t free,
It’s never been for me,
Not with the guns and bombs they sell on the TV.
I got the red blood blues,
How about you?
So we’re way past tired,
Well beyond mad,
My fellow rats, I say it’s time that we fought back.
I got the red blood blues,
And I know that you do too
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5. |
When the Future Starts
05:29
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When we were young, we explored the woods behind the house
We’d dress up, carry sluggers, and wander around
I don’t think much about it now
We’re all grown up, pay taxes read the paper and ignore the stars
Both then and now it seemed we were walking through the dark
So wake me up when the future starts
We used to talk before I tried to move on, but I’m still stuck right here
When I heard your voice the past became now, the world has changed me I swear
But, honestly, it’s the future I fear
Let the politicians shout and the money fallout of the pockets kept close to our hearts
Maybe the ending is near, it’s just a beginning my dear, but still time for our closing remarks
So wake me up when the future starts
I was walking home from mrs. picker’s class, we’d all been sent home
My mother met me halfway, waiting for my father to pick up the phone
He was fine, but manhattan sank like a stone
Now my mother won’t watch the news and my father won’t go to new york
I don’t blame them, I can hear it all falling apart
So wake me up when the future starts
Emily used to tell me that the future would be better, we would rest
I’m not sure if I ever believed her, unsure which way was best
I still don’t know if we made it
In my dreams we’re laying in bed, making shapes with our hands like modern art
You’d tell me nothing means anything, I’d tell you everything is shaped like my heart
So wake me up when the future starts
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Two Hearted River New Jersey
Sometimes, I make music. Most of the time, I teach. This started as a model project for my 2016 senior class.
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