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Circuitous
03:55
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This is a song for no one I know
This is the day to let down and go
This is the go to for what’s wrong in the world
This is a clue to what seethes in the soul
The turn in the tables alerts everyone
The cold in the answer deafens the tone
In the time when they don’t talk back
Let me say for them the words they don’t have
I can’t hear you your mouth moves too slow
I won’t be trapped here there are places to go
Walk out of the picture and take it over again
Boundaries you drew well they’ve sure kept you in
Let’s build a rock if you can write a reservoir
Assuming only that we have all we are
Committed to the beauty of the law
The one which states we’re not coming back no more
I wanted only your breath to know my skin
To know only where it is to begin
Bodies form out of a restless unity
And take the place where once was memory
Resting in the ruins you get no sleep
A stone throw for a border is some kind of cheat
Nameless is the cause settled for ourselves
Digging up the treasure opens oh well.
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Momentary/Sing Out
03:55
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Momentary
All the people that ever meant anything to me,
I’d like to bring you all back and put you on a table
One by one
To look at you all
You gorgeous people
Because that’s the one thing I never did.
Black lines that shoulder the blame and can never be tamed.
Sing Out
Sing out, roundabout, up the spout and inside out,
Forget the chances of the day.
I went looking for new ground, let the paycheque wear me out,
I have no more rent to pay.
All joy is rent for me, Faust became my tourniquet,
Pretentious musings let me down.
It’s a pretty one don’t you know, a perfect face when wrapped in snow,
We have all this to consider.
Hit the table with a fist imagining what went before this
Knowing all it was was you conceived in another view.
Back to back and all arms down, given time they’ll work it out,
Suck on bones instead of dinner.
I have no where left to roam, a guilty feeling left at home,
At best I’m only thinner.
Bold as brass her ass at night; she has friends who think she might
Make a living on the telly.
Sing a song she doesn’t know and feel better that she don’t,
Well, I’m afraid I beg to differ.
Arms that seem to hold the size of a tin bath held upright
Seem a lot funnier than when her body was alive.
Just to think it all around I left the priesthood to be found
In a state of misdemeanour,
You were not my only friend nor the blanket that you lent,
At Christmas time I’m better.
A simple misbelieving in the trust that was once kin
Cannot excuse the shade of blue that you had to beat her into.
Sing out, roundabout, up the spout and inside out,
Forget the chances of the day.
I went looking for new ground, let the paycheque wear me out,
I have no more rent to pay.
I have no more left to say.
I have no more in the way.
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Sunday Psalms
03:04
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4. |
Pick Up Your Windows
03:28
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LJA Brown London, UK
LJA Brown is a singer/songwriter based in East London.
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