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Spins
04:02
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Time spins as you sit, your mind pirouettes
Surround sound echoes down your chest
Call and response of the heart, keeping time for your lungs
Beating the drum so your brain can wander
A well-oiled machine caught up in living a dream
Cold air rattles through your frame as you get undressed
Leap from the earth to the stream, cold water wakes from your dream
Come find me swimming alone and ponder of a pipe dream metaphor lost in TV tropes
Or a character you identify with on that show you watch when you're alone
A friendly face, not a phone; disembodied voices, the picture-tone
As you lean forward to kiss their lips
You question whether or not they'll pull away
Just some small confirmation of reciprocation
Would be quite nice, then you could seize the day
Here comes that sinking feeling, here comes being all alone
Curl up inside your blanket, watch movies on your phone
Soliloquy is haunting, inhibition is gone
Come find me swimming alone and join me
Staring around your room and all that you can see
Is seconds in-between moments, between you and me
Intonation, it reveals everything, conveys what they really feel
So when you stare into my eyes, reach into my soul and steal
My deepest darkest secrets, everything that I desire
I want to sing on a stage, I want my life to set fire to everything I've ever loved
Keep me guessing down the path, I want to never know what's coming
Be it love or death or anything in between
I'll never know where I'm going until I get there
Who am I?
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Frankly to the Moon
03:56
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How could I be a sitter on the bench?
Perched upon the fence, not being at all of use
To the situation at hand, not offering a hand
Not because I have none but because
I'm scared stiff
Oh, what if it's the wrong decision?
Let me be honest, let me be frank
Would you all love me if I continued to crank
Hit after hit? Or just one hit, that's it?
It must seem like some absolute bullshit
But I'm scared stiff
Oh, what if it's the wrong decision?
You said, you said
"I wish you were more than a collection of cliche, a real person perhaps, per se
I've never seen such drivel dampen your lips, then fall to smash against the bricks"
I fall down, not enough
Reach the moon, I want more
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80s Movie
02:17
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I don't know where we're headed, I think we're running out of time
It's like we're in an eighties movie
There's seven minutes left, they haven't found an ending yet
Let's just pair them off
The camerawork is stagnant, the metaphors they bring me down
I wish they'd had a bigger budget so they could fool around
So just shut up and kiss me, we'll leave redemption to the monks
Oh I can't help but be excited
For when the credits roll, an old song there will be
And we can sing along: "Don't you forget about me"
"Don't you forget about me"
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Cameron Leigh Auckland, New Zealand
music gremlin from new zealand
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