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Dust The Cobwebs
01:32
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All her pictures
Come out negative
Ill-fated curse
If sometimes
They seem positive
You’re looking in reverse
Dust the cobwebs
From your eyelids
You look so absurd
All these years
Acted in kindness
We don’t deserve
Locked in the basement
Where we all burn
A cosmic rotation
Someday we’ll learn
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Too Real
03:42
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Try to pen some words so you can speak your mind
Imprisoned thoughts that never really fit the crime
You wear your imperfections proudly like a cloak
When everyone around you is just blowing smoke
You searched for answers all night on the telephone
But your reactions were all so very overblown
So you’ve shown
Every single time you look my way
The sun is up now and it’s time for us to leave
A perfect moment that is privately conceived
Hoping for one last special heart to heart
Only for everything to slowly come apart
Every single time you look my way
It’s all too real
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Counting days that lay abandoned by the coast
The rocks formed notes of a symphony nature’s composed
Why do you ask when it’s clear that you already know?
I’ll just keep wearing the smile that never grows old
Some things take years
Eternity is far from clear
Pleasantly waiting for the arrival of the meadowlarks
To carry me back to the arms of a parent star
Let it be known there are forces beyond your control
Serenity is around the corner, underexposed
Some things take years
Eternity is far from clear
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Heaps of Septembers
03:54
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I left my body
In a heap of Septembers
Events to unfold
A mangled accordion
When I woke
The sand rose too high
When I spoke
The words weren’t right
Disguised in the fields
Where mangled roots now rot
Your face appeared
Projections on the wall
The room shuddered
Rejected white light
Those nights portrayed
Times of my delusion
As memories fade
The hold then loosens
Disguised in the fields
Where mangled roots now rot
Embraced by moonlight
Until the morning comes
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After the show
Things are looking up
The bands are going home
When the song’s been sung
Feeling so alone
When I look around
All I see are ghosts
When the song’s been sung
If this is a dream
I don’t ever want to leave
Morning can come
When I’m ready for it
I don’t think I will, soon
In the evening glow
Shrouded by stars
It’s my happy place
When the song’s been sung
When the world’s asleep
I can be myself
Never more awake
When the song’s been sung
If this is a dream
I don’t ever want to leave
Morning can come
When I’m ready for it
I don’t think I will, soon
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John Samaras Queens, New York
Born in the future, John traveled back in time to show us how bad music gets in the coming years.
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