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The day will come I don’t feel someone right behind of me
Can I stroll a bit–control all this?
Can I get a chance to breathe?
Stare but still, don’t see me standing near…
Go away, but not too late. I need you here
But don't think I’m an alien
Just take a step while I take a breath.
Can’t you see? Right beside me?
You treat me like an alien. I know,
I feel something you don’t inside of me
I need the day we feel the spirit rising through the floor
Can they see all this? Do they believe in this?
They’re not ready for what’s more.
Why can’t I bring the other side
closer to what’s really there beneath?
But don't think I’m an alien
Just take a step while I take a breath
Can’t you see? Right beside me?
You treat me like an alien. I know,
I feel something you don’t inside –
I try but my mind makes a sigh to this world
So no more can I be confined, then I’m fine
There’s more to this world to be seen.
But don't think I’m an alien
Just take a step while I take a breath.
Can’t you see? Right beside me?
You treat me like an alien. I know,
I feel something you don’t inside of me
Patterns by Liana Warren
oh the sky is full of pink clouds tonight
and I don't have much time till it starts to rain
so I slip on my boots
get to walkin'
hit the street
if I'm gonna make it after all to this place I wanna be
but the moon's a toothy grin, hangin' low
with a mole from some bright planet I don't know
and the light on the corner's blinkin' red, baby
just like a sign
and as for me, I'm turnin' in
once again
willing symbols to align
cuz there's numbers forming patterns in the dark
a message to decode a broken heart
oh there's numbers forming patterns, what's it mean
when a pattern's just a pattern breaking me
so I come back to the quiet of my cold bedroom
shiver for a while, turn the dial
maybe something will change soon
if I stare at my guitar long enough, tell me
will it start to sing?
and if I keep on looking out to the abyss,
will it look back into me?
where there's numbers forming patterns in the dark
a message to decode a broken heart
oh there's numbers forming patterns, what's it mean
when a pattern's just a pattern breaking me
cuz there's numbers forming patterns in the dark
a message to decode a broken heart
oh there's numbers forming patterns, what's it mean
when a pattern's just a pattern breaking me
when a pattern's just a pattern breaking me
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Rowan Katz - Killer B
03:40
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You can’t be a mistake
If I’ve already made you harmless
Cut off your claws
With my new knife
And there’s nothing you can do to hurt me
But I’m so scared
Of what I might be
Am I a lion in a lambskin
Or the last queen killer bee?
I’d give it all
To keep my pride
Who will protect me?
Love is another kind of learning
And love is another kind of burning
But I don’t want to burn in you
No I don’t want to burn in you
And I love to play helpless
When the lightning catches my heart
And the current pulls me towards you
But I’m not new
To any of these games
No use in trickin' myself
And I’m so scared of what you might be
Are you a pearl in a clamshell
Or the bottom of the sea?
I’d give it all
To keep my head
If you would let me
Love is another kind of learning
And love is another kind of burning
But I don’t want to burn in you
No I don’t want to burn in you
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I never notice what’s in a name
Until I say it every day
Glimmers of sunlight dance on her face
I never want to leave this place
And when I die
I’ll be right here in my mind
Bury my heart out in the grass
And dig it up every day
Take off all my clothes, turn me around
And watch me slowly walk away
And when I die
I’ll be right here in my mind
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I’m outside
Let me in for the night
Cause I’m tired
And the well’s gone dry
I just want a day to pass
Where I can sit and I can rest
Even when you think they’re through
The things undone come back to you
(To you)
Give me gardens, gloves, and soil
Fuck the emails and the toil
I would like to think it through
To siphon out what’s fake, what’s true
I’m outside
Let me in for the night
Cause I’m tired
And the well’s gone dry
I’m outside
Let me in for the night
Cause I’m tired
And the well’s bone dry
I believe in summer days
In fruit, in heat, in smoky hazes
Now, the dusty autumn dawn
The leaves are orange, the summer’s done
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The first snow fell down on the woods again
And I built a fire of oak and madrone
And I let it burn, burn in an orange glow
And I filled that glow with song
Oh it's been a hard, hard long winter
And it isn't halfway done
And I find it hard sometimes to remember
How to love myself again
Yeah it's been a hard, hard long winter
And it isn't over yet
But the first snow fell in a blaze of song
And if I treat myself well
It will make me strong
It will make
It will make me strong
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Taylor Vick - Charlotte
03:29
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Charlotte, may I have this dance?
Do you remember how it felt to take a chance?
Well I remember how it all felt then
Fifty-some years, still my best friend
Charlotte, we raised two great kids
A boy and a girl, loved them more than the world did
And the lord, as he must
Have them someday bury us
I’ll feed you, when you want it
No better love sonnet
That was written than what we wrote
I’ll carry you like you wanted
You would do the same, I don’t doubt it
No better love than ours we wrote
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Last time I felt this
I never got so close to climbing the mountain
But now I see through it
Driving down the highway
I scream hallelujah
I’m really sorry
That I was a little late to the party
No more excuses
Finally the good life
So, how does it feel
When you finally get the chance to take control
Of the wheel
Don't look back
At Last
All the colors
Are coming in to fill my dreams of another
There’s nothing like it
Seeing how dance around like a comet
Maybe there’s a chance that
Living just piece of your life will enhance mine
No more excuses
This life is such a good time
So, how does it feel
When you finally get the chance to take control
Of the wheel
Don't look back
Why the hell
Does it change?
Can I live the life I wanna live?
And all things change
Just live the life you wanna live
Just live your life
So, how does it feel
When you finally get the chance to take control
Of the wheel
Don't look back
And how does it feel
When you finally free yourself
And make it real?
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Free Key Choir Oakland, California
Free Key Choir is a secular, Oakland-based DIY choir that sings all original music created by musicians, composers, and arrangers within the choir. We share music with a finger directly on the pulse of folks who are writing songs here and now.
