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17 Years
06:45
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I have waited here for 17 long years. I’m not sure what I’ve been waiting for. Take me to the edge where I once made my pledge, to always search for my true cause. I’ll take it back.
So show me now where I went wrong. I’ll trace my footsteps back down this road. I won’t move until you’re gone. I’ll wait another 17 Years, before I go.
Head raised to the sky. Water in my eye. I’ve been staring at the sun too long. Though it hurts to try, hold your head up high. Stay for at least your whole life time, before you go.
And show me now where I went wrong. I’ll trace my footsteps back down this road. I won’t move until you’re gone. I’ll wait another 17 Years, before I go.
Fire into the air our final flare. I can’t stand being lost anymore. Lead me through the woods. Show me what I should. What I should do with what has been left for me.
‘Cause now I know where I went wrong. I’ve traced my footsteps back down this road. I still won’t move although you’re gone. I’ll wait another 17 Years, before I go.
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Good Morning Blue Sky
02:59
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Good morning sunshine, it’s alright. I’ve missed you since I closed my eyes. So take another look and hold me in your arms, I’ll see you when I say good night. Good morning’s fly by, it’s alright. I’ve got you lying by my side. Clouds of grey will always blow away, but we’ll just stay here ‘til it’s light. If you won’t make me go to bed alone, I’ll stay and sing you songs to ward off the cold and lonely night’s at home. That’s something I could try to do. Good Morning Blue Sky, it’s alright. You’re everything I need to know. So give me your hands, we don’t need any plans. Under the sheets and take it slow
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My favourite things in life are the little things it’s true, like getting enough sleep and that particular shade of blue. The sound of children swearing is like music to my ears, and the faces that their parent’s pull can bring me close to tears.
And when my little brother smiles everything’s ok, especially when it’s me who’s made him smile anyway. And after a long journey when your train comes in on time, though looking back I guess that last one’s purely hypothetical.
The things that I enjoy are all the pointless little bits, like acting morally superior when your friends act like little shits. And when you find you’ve not left space for breathing in your song, but even though you’re feeling faint you’ve got to carry on.
And when my older sister smiles everything’s ok, especially when it’s me who’s made her smile anyway. And the shower that I have when I get home will be the best. That’s if my train gets in on time, which is purely hypothetical.
The thing’s that make me happy are varied far and wide. I revel in other people’s joy and being by your side. Long and drawn out cuddles with my whiskey and my mum. ‘Cause peatiness plus motherly love is my ideal of fun.
And when any of my siblings smile everything’s ok, especially when it’s me who’s made them smile anyway. And when you find the party that you’ve voted for has won, but with my voting record and the current government, I guess that’s kinda like train timetables, it’s purely hypothetical. Yes I wish the fucking trains would run on time.
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Mildew
04:26
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When you’re not here it’s like living in another town. I feel compelled to tell the world just how I’m feeling now. Compelled. And all you’ve done hasn’t helped at all. Made these days go slower than before.
But I will find you a path through the Mildew, all the way to my front door. I hope that’s fine, I’ve saved a space beside me on the floor.
Nobody else ever made me feel the way you do. Show me your face, I’ll believe that what you said is true. All I heard was something about the rain. I didn’t think that you would ask me that again.
But I will find you a path through the Mildew, all the way to my front door. I hope that’s fine, I’ve saved a space beside me on the floor.
Another town... Like I’m living in another town... I feel compelled to see another town... Another town...
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Only Winter
03:34
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Looking for a stolen someone, the lost soldier from those unforgiven days. It was Only Winter, but he loved her.
The sky was open for a day. His wings were broken, down he came. The sky was stolen, locked away, and in his hole he carved out his name.
Looking for a stolen someone, the lost soldier from those unforgiven days. It was Only Winter, but he loved her.
Over Battlefields, endelessly, they follow their leader, hopelessly. All these brothers holding on will keep on marching, will carry on.
Looking for a stolen someone, the lost soldier from those unforgiven days. It was Only Winter, but he loved her. Looking for a stolen someone, the lost soldier from those unforgiven days. It was Only Winter, but he loved her.
The sky was open.
For a day.
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Babysitter
04:01
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See there isn’t anything I have or want to say to you, ever since you viciously tore apart my point of view. I’m not saying it was you, at least not with any certainty.
Take a break from spewing all the toxic bile that we know you for and look around you at what’s lying on the floor. All the rotting bodies left behind you that you thought you’d buried.
In good time I can show you ten or twenty more reasons why sitting down beside you was the worst mistake I ever made.
Turn around to find me standing right outside your kitchen door, I’m not here for you, no you would only make me feel bored. I’m here to watch the sadness in your lonely domesticity.
Make a plan to break yourself, then swiftly put it into action. Keep the fuck away from me, your presence aches. My soul is fractured, like a fraction of myself was caught defecting at the rapture.
Drinking wine while I watch you burning at the door. This feels fine. Sitting down beside you was the mistake I ever made.
Sitting on the side for every conversation that we ever had. Knowing if I moved away from scripted lines I’d feel the aftermath. Half of what I hear is your inventive lies, the other half’s the truth about my other half. The questions that I should’ve asked are answered by your actions, in a voice I never knew you had.
Drinking wine while I watch you, burden at the door. Found my spine.
I don’t have time to deal with your heavy, feather, middle weight. You filled my heart with hope and then you burned it all away with hate. Everything you told me was a lie, but I still took the bait. Sitting down beside you was the worst mistake I ever fucking made.
I stayed on for hours and hoped you wouldn’t notice I was there. Couldn’t help but look at you, but still just trying to ignore the fact that you were better while remains of me grew only bitter.
And to think, I used to think one day we’d need a Babysitter.
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Lost For Words
04:21
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I remember was a time I used to know you. Everything we ever did was as a team. I remember was a time I used to play you, but now it’s always you that’s playing me.
So here we sit, and you keep talking, but are you blind? Can’t you see I’m Lost For Words?
I remember was a time I used to love you. I could give you anything that you would need. But now you make me feel like I neglect you, never helping you to stay safe or stay clean.
But I’m around, only waiting. Sit yourself down. Help me see, I’m Lost For Words.
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Not A Song
05:33
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This is not a cry for help. I feel like sitting on my own. Responsibility came knocking on my door today. I said go fuck yourself and stood there ‘til it went away. Sometimes it’s easier to wait for someone else to do it. Sometimes it’s better just to suck it up and try again.
No I’m not finished yet, see I’m still cold inside and I can see how that would hurt you more. Don’t try me yet ‘cos I’m still raw. I see you sitting there. Give me time to get my head straight, this is not the right song, this is Not A Song, the words don’t work, my eyes don’t work and I don’t have the time.
Something good happened today. Does cancer have no taste all? I turned and looked the other way, I felt you slowly turn to clay, and now I know how that feels more. Someone should have showed me how to live before I went outside. Someone should have offered me advice on how to lose my mind.
No I’m not finished yet, see I’m still cold inside and I can see how that would hurt you more. Don’t try me yet ‘cos I’m still raw. I see you sitting there. Give me time to get my head straight, this is not the right song, this is Not A Song, the words don’t work, my eyes don’t work and I don’t have the time.
A muffled world is easier to hear. It makes me laugh, but I can’t hear the noise it makes today, I threw the sound away.
No I’m not finished yet, see I’m still cold inside and I can see how that would hurt you more. Don’t try me yet ‘cos I’m still raw. I see you sitting there. Give me time to get my head straight, this is not the right song, this is Not A Song, the words don’t work, my eyes don’t work, my teeth don’t work, and only half my headphones work, and I’m at home when you’re at work, and you’re at home when I’m at work, the world won’t work and I don’t have the time.
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Casey Birks Manchester, UK
Manny based muso, writing songs about my sad sad life, from a place of relative stability and happiness.
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