Other Song Lyrics
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Stepping Away
En route to the city, I close my eyes to think… …my ride rolls on, rolls on. I remember the roar of the engine, real speed… …my ride rolls on, rolls on. I see the darkness, the long roads ahead… …my ride rolls on, rolls on. I saw the ladies, thought of liberty, she smiled…
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Alone and Lost With My Own Battles
Words Written about June/July of 2009 context lost with frustrationmy own head untimelyfrustratedinternally torturedhead fuckedinside out?awake to a sleeping liehate this but love it want her later but now my head battlesno escaping the folds of gray brain. torn ripped folds of gray mind fucked to battle fight alone with everyone on my side? hating…
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New Day
A single point of recognition pries into the mind.A small light glares as the eyes open.Another day is upon me, it is upon us all.Some may rest in peace, but not here not now. The day begins and the mind gears for the onset.Earth shifts again and we all begin to… One here, there, on…
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Ro… je ne sais quoi
To know your smile, feel your touch,hold your hand, embracing you much.To love to know to have our…Hearts beat together In spite of life and set sacrifice asideWe’ll have each other regardless of tidesTo love to know to have our…Hearts beat together
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Rolling Over Days
I’m overwhelmed as we roll away…Gliding so smoothly over rail…A tear gathers in my eye for today.It’s like a round about long tail. I was rolling along so frequently.The paths are clearly known to me.The clarity, focus, and liberty.Pedaled along among so many free.
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Stumptown Girl
I put these pieces together a while ago… not sure the exact date… It’s a busy flow, but they haven’t lined her up to be great.She’s a nice lady, Emerald is, but her soul is a little late. The gray casts upon us all, seeing the cool breeze I’m unfazed.The streets glisten with wetness, I…
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Superficial
Sitting in Seattle Coffee Works, near Pike & 1st. Watching two young people, dressed very upscale, finish their drinks and walk off to somewhere. It makes me ponder, what do they miss? Do they realize what they miss by dressing that way? Do they see their special treatment? Do they want to versus being judged…
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Ending
Occupied. We’re at a loss and stand alone.We’re lost among our own ideals.We’re alone in the crowd at home.We’re broken, unsure what to feel. Occupied…Is it ending?Where’s my home?Where’s my land?Where’s my love?Where’s my thought?Where’s my knowing?Where’s my way? Occupied…Is it ending?Step into the frayget ready for today Occupied…Is it ending?It’ll be upon many unprepared…
Vicious Shred 