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Eli
07:06
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Thank God I'm Awake
04:17
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Woke up feeling like I was underwater,
Thank God it was just a dream.
She was sleeping quiet,
I remember listening to her breathe.
And it's moments like:
A car crash in the street,
That I thank God you remember me.
For a year I lived in the city,
But the city didn't live in me.
I wanted out every day,
I thank God you remembered me.
Soft and sweet,
Your voice comes clearly,
Projecting over my shredded guitar strings.
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All Washed out to Sea
08:01
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Ashamed, Also
06:38
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Don't be ashamed my lover,
The past doesn't warn us of what's to come.
I'll see the sun someday I'm sure,
But for now these clouds seem just right.
We'll hear the birds in the morning time,
Somehow these animals sing better than I.
I hit the wrong notes and fail no matter how hard I try,
But I'll try not to be ashamed my lover.
The past doesn't warn us of what's to come.
I pray when I go to bed,
Struggle to get all the thoughts out of my head.
Like, why did I do what I did?
God I'm such a stupid kid.
But God isn't ashamed, my love.
He knows the past and heavens above.
He tried to warn us of what was to come.
Don't be ashamed, my lover.
We're all the same all over.
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Asleep in Durango
08:01
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7. |
Words Fall Short
06:28
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Clipping verses for my prayers out of magazines,
When did I become such a faker?
I guess the truth is:
Church is just a glorified performance.
Trying to mask our shortcomings.
Who are you,
When the lights go down?
Are you who you say you want to be?
Our thoughts often don't carry meaning,
Just waking moment, knee-jerk, reactions.
I wish my gospel wasn't rehearsed,
I wish I could say I meant it all,
But I fear the worst.
Truth is:
When I saw the sun eclipse the moon,
I knew we were all some sort of doomed.
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The air is wet,
Much like our faces-
Eternally oscillating emotional reflections.
Like waves in the ocean.
Life is a mathematics equation and I am bad at math.
The people around here,
They grow like evergreens.
So many,
Blowing in the wind,
All the same,
Just like me.
All souls search,
All souls searching
Like an ant looking for its nest.
Intrusion into my privacy.
Intrusion into my soul
Intrusion into my space,
I don't know what mine is.
I accidentally looked at a map of Virginia,
thinking it was Colorado.
So lush, but so flat.
Have I forgotten my own home?
Where can I strike a balance,
Between what my soul needs and what my life requires?
When can I pray and feel like God hears me?
But my own head is an echo chamber,
Between the Tinnitus and the stress.
Daily life has me reeling.
When I was a child,
I used to go outside and watch the stars move.
If you pay close enough attention, they go fast.
Traveling through the night sky like darts towards a scoreboard of nothing.
But they never reach their destination.
If swirling bodies of beautiful sun can't find find their own place in this existence we call home, then how can I?
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Stampede to Timberline Palisade, Colorado
An electrician. I love music and so I try to make it when I can. Currently living in the deserts of Colorado.
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