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My Morbid Imagination
05:06
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Do you ever feel like we should just stop?
It’s too late to turn back now
but maybe not too late to drop it
Do you ever feel like a stranger
In a familiar land?
And all your stuff has become contraband?
You say there is still love in the air
And just because I don’t feel it
doesn’t mean that it’s not there
But as we float around the drain
Burning questions remain
Unanswered like your prayers
You say just show us a smile
You say try running a mile
You say it’s all in my head
Just imagine the best
And go manifest it
Do you remember on my birthday
I turned 18 that April then I left for good in May
But we held on while the holding was good
I lied to you that I would
Never let my faith dissipate
We stayed up until the white noise from the cars on I-75
Conspired with the sun to bury the night alive
And all the alcohol we drank
And all the drugs we could take
Wouldn’t slow the morning light
You said show me that smile
You said I should change my hairstyle
You were something to behold
Something to be held
As we both fell
I fear
My morbid imagination
Gets in the way
Of the straight and narrow
I sincerely
Hope that I’m wrong
But I’m not feeling strong
And I can’t help but long for those days
Do you ever feel like we should let go?
It’s too late to turn back now
But maybe we should just cancel the show
Do you ever feel like a fraud
Living a facade?
Where every new idea’s recycled group-thought?
You say just soak in a hot tub
You say try joining my book club
Well I saw your event
And I responded interested
But I won’t go
I fear
My morbid imagination
Gets in the way
Of the straight and narrow
I sincerely
Hope that I’m wrong
But I’m not feeling strong
And I can’t help but long for those days
I fear
My morbid imagination
Gets in the way
Every day
I sincerely
Hope that you’re right
When you say it’s a phase
And everything will be okay
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I Don't Need A Friend
04:20
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I don’t need a friend
Who tells me everything is alright
When it’s not alright
But I don’t need a friend
Who tells me everything is wrong
When every thing is wrong
You had your reasons for tightening the lid
You had your reasons for keeping that fact hid
While I cannot see the other side of your eyelids
I wonder if you remember what you did
Do you remember what you did?
Well sure, I felt a bit stupid
I admit took a cheap cheap shot
Escalated when I shoulda just walked away
But I swore I wouldn’t do it
That thing where I pretend it’s alright
When it’s not all right
I had my reasons for walking on eggshells
I didn’t wanna get into the lies we story-tell
I wanna be the author of the writing on the wall
So when you see it you will know who to call
When you see it you will know who to call
He don’t need a friend with which to play
He don’t need to medicate
He don't need to get to work by 8
He don’t need us
He don’t need us
Anyway
You had your reasons for ripping off the lid
You had your reasons for calling me on my bullshit
We cannot see the other side of our ego trip
But I remember what you did
I remember what you did
I don’t need a friend
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The Glow
02:56
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My love looks up as if to say
isn't it spectacular the way
The light just bends
And all the receivers in the world
Inside the tumble and the twirl
Cannot conceive of where it ends
And look
See how it shatters and explodes upon the brook
I don’t know why it leaves me shook
I’m simultaneously enraptured and confused
So confused
My love looks up at me and blinks
She don’t need to tell me what she thinks
The creek explains what’s in her head
So I sit in silence until night
Refract her gaze with delight
Wink to acknowledge what was said
So sweet
What starts out as panic always turns to glee
Her incandescence lights my mind
Her self-luminous design
Is all I need to see
Let’s go
Let's focus our optics on the rainbows
Let's shake off the shadows
Let's exit the penumbra for the glow
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4. |
Dance With Me
03:49
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Is she is skipping rocks on a lake in Arkansas
Is she catching a tan on the Baltic Sea
Maybe she’s hitchhiking across Antarctica
Is there a girl - a girl who will dance with me?
And when I dance
It’s like I’m walking on a trampoline
Like there are thumb tacks under my feet
I’m like a fish swimming up a stream...
I’m always dancing in the morning light
I’m always dancing in my dreams at night
But I’d stop long enough to open the door
And then I’d dance some more
Does she know her way around the city
Does she have a sense of directionality
Does she speak a language I can learn to speak
Is there a girl - a girl who will dance with me?
And when I dance
I might be moonwalking down your street
Like Michael Jackson on dramamine
Maybe not, but you know what I mean
I’ll be dancing in the morning light
I’ll be dancing in my dreams at night
But I’ll stop long enough to let her in
Then I’ll start dancing again
Is she splashing down this very street
Trying to stay dry in the pouring rain
Is she seeking shelter on my front porch
Is this the one - the girl who will dance with me?
Will we dance
Like we’re walking on a trampoline
Like we’re skipping through a movie scene
Like we’re some ancient King and Queen
We’ll be dancing in the morning light
We’ll be dancing in our dreams at night
I’m gonna stop just long enough to let her in from stormy weather
And then we’ll dance together
And then we’ll dance together
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John Brownell Missoula, Montana
Singer / songwriter / recorder in Missoula, MT.
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