1. |
Coat Of Arms
04:18
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While we all sit back and long to place the fault
Each stream will slowly turn to salt
Those angry words that went unheard
Became a game of wait your turn
Your quiet look catches my eye
I wonder when but I don’t ask why
I heard laughter turn into sighs
From the hollow hallway ‘neath your disguise
Always she danced to her own parade
And the people could not see what she had made
So she thought to get out and not return
And she laughed with every bridge that she burned
We don’t all become what we believe
With a heart that tends to slide off from it’s sleeve
Loved in a way that could not be received
The unlined border of identity
Board these windows
Nail the doors
Set to sail for untouched shores
Long tattered friends
Speak no more
Cherished past
Now ignored
Tear down this castle
Stone by stone
Bury my heart
Powder my bones
You can’t forget what does not exist
When ‘what if’ is just as real as ‘what is’
These cement boots
This crystal lake
This coat of arms and a heart that will never break
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2. |
Capital Italics
03:17
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Up on my cloud
Fire away
Your shots cannot reach me
At least for today
So pin up your points
Your subtle attack
I ain’t gonna see them
When they’re pinned to my back
Its all good or so I’m told
In capitol italics
Underlined in bold
Even though it’s said with a positive spin
All the children feel when you’re not genuine
A winning smile
Just a tool for impact
You’ll never convert me
With an approach like that
What I offered you
It didn’t ring true
You just tended your fences
While mine I unscrewed
You can’t win true love with that salesman’s pitch
She see’s through your tactics
She won’t fall for it
I’ve got no morals to preach
I just speak what I feel
The crust of your heart is a crust like steel
Your words beg me to question that positive spin
Do we really want to fake it?
Why not be genuine?
Can’t you see what you’re doing?
Year after year
Can’t you face what you’re doing?
Building high up to ruin
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3. |
Close Your Eyes And Sing
04:16
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Let the ones who try to pull you down enjoy their restless sleep
Beneath your glowing voice they chose to not receive
There will be hearts that hear you – however vast or few
Count them as the ones who warm to the sound that you shine
Their glow beamed back on you may split apart the night
What they reflect can melt all you long to leave behind
So lean in and gather round
Gather round and lean on in
Rest your fear darling
Lean in close and close your eyes
Celebrate your differences and let your humble heart unfold
When others just talk over you they leave so much left untold
Let go of putting on a show - faking away with your phony act
What matters to the masses may not be where it’s at
Those with the strongest push
Those with the loudest voice
Don’t always fly along with a bird’s eye view
Nor leave room for another’s choice
So if you ever find yourself confronted in their ring
The sharpest jab you’ll ever throw can be found beyond their proud peak
The hardest knock you can deliver to their precious game
Comes along when you close your eyes darling
Just let yourself
Close your eyes
And sing
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4. |
Dead Radio
04:41
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There’s nothing made for my radio
Nothing fits the size of my stereo
I’d rather dream
Could anything
Give my ears a lift
Like a home-grown gift
Played on this
Dead radio?
I’m not done playing with yesterdays
People just aren’t patient in this modern age
All these old ways-
Still work for me
Don’t put it down
Just let it be
And you’ll see
A love
Pumped back into my
Dead radio
I can’t forget the girl next door
Though she’s moved on / ten years or more
Inside this dream-
She’s right next to me
Sometimes I see her
Reach out with a smile
Just as honest as a child
And all the while
She goes dancing across the dial
Of my
Dead radio
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5. |
Kungsparken
03:04
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I thought you were gone for good
I got used to starting over
Now I’m the neighbour who wears the hood
Burn the leeches off
Embers turn to frost
No matter what the cost
I will unpin the moth
And hold it to your flame
The taste in your mouth electric sheen
Full eclipse in your acid eye
The spider spins its oily web
That covers our heads in the park tonight
Take the backward path
Forget about the math
With a tension in your chest
You were cocooned in your nest
And now you bruise from things to soft
Leaf through what is left of us
Find the photo I like best
Upon the bedded moss
With a kiss to lips of gloss
Time will carry us
I thought you were gone for good
I got used to starting over
Now I’m the neighbour who wears the hood
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6. |
Still On The Lookout
03:00
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These memories
Decaying streets
Remember the days
Sour and sweet
The great yawn
The dying breed
My hearts gone numb
Technology
We’re spinning so fast
And speaking a bunch
Though you’ve turned our heads
You’re not saying much
A desperate grab
To keep the focus on you
What more can you make
With one point of view?
A space to breathe
A getting in touch
A peace in your head
Kindness in your heart
I was walking a dream
Through a backyard ravine
The smell of the earth
Pretty and green
“You live in the past”
Well I don’t care what you say
These pleasant memories
Day after day
Recalling the glow
Reminds me to be
Still on the lookout
For the truth
In my dreams
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7. |
Straws
05:08
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Caught a buzz with a close shave
You saved the day yet you missed your wave
Asleep at the wheel
The deeper you sleep
The better you feel
A hell of a lot of opinions – with very little to say
People develop, have and hold, the hardest chiseled frames
Spouting “these are the good” and “these are the bad”
And other false claims
A child’s hood
A re-wound dream
So I can get serious
So I can come clean
You know you dump on someone’s interests
When you go calling them that word
Just ‘cause they have an ear for a sound that you haven’t heard
So leave room in your equations for all the other answers too
‘Cause one plus one sometimes doesn’t only equal two
While the questions stay the same
We find the answers always change
And while the answer turns a page
All those questions still remain
As you fuss with playing fix it with peoples hard earned ill’s
You forget that your bed of roses
May be someone’s bag of nails
Now I know you’ve got conviction with your version of the truth
Let’s not grasp another straw until we’ve seen a little proof
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8. |
Sunday Painter
02:05
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I
I don’t feel the same
Now I like the rain
So keep it falling
Why?
Why can’t the past remain?
Whenever it’s explained
I put a wall up
Earphones cover your ear
You’re not really here
With your face pressed into your phone
It leaves us both alone
Dollars shower your love
Daggers fall from above
It’s the itch you cannot scratch
That tears the heart out from my back
Speak
We can’t speak a word
In case it’s overheard
And twisted all up
And I
Do remember a time
When we weren’t this blind
And boarded all up
In the vacant lot next door
Sardine sweepstakes floor by floor
Became a tower of shoebox class
Another blue sky mirrors glass
Now its dollars over sense
From this side of the fence
When a soul gets stuck in the shade
Are we convinced we’ve got it made?
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9. |
Universal
03:39
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You’ve got beliefs built from your mind
To hold above / to walk some line
Folks preach their progress as a sacred find
It’s just one more language that we alter with time
And in the universe / nothing’s excluded
No need to rehearse / our mistakes are included
All that you love or really like a lot
Maybe its real / maybe its not
Build up opinions / then shift the lot
Share common values or perhaps not
And in the universe / it’s all included
Treat it like a curse / though I know you can choose it
Now you have her / now you don’t
Love’s not to own / that’s the way it goes
Give some attention / make a little time
From the babe to the earth / all in the blink of an eye
And in the universe / nothings excluded
You can rehearse / though the moment still chooses
And in the universe / it’s all included
The more it’s rehearsed / the more you’re deluded
And in the universe / nothings excluded
No need to rehearse / our mistakes are included
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10. |
The Long While
03:39
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A late day fog retreats
Across our tired feet
Crisp autumn frost
On a long lost walk
Two soft and cozy careful voices
Fall into the long while
Your warm voice / so kind
Grateful just to catch your smile
A sweeping breeze
With a calm and present care
Respectful we both can share
This autumn county forest air
Your warm woolen locks
To not be tamed
If I stopped all the clocks
Would it languish this wishful flame?
This thought it tries to not escape-
To speak with you / as near an embrace
I cannot forget
The still and timeless beauty of your face
A late day fog retreats
Across our tired feet
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Michael Milosh Oshawa, Ontario
www.youtube.com/homemoviesarts
Canadian songwriter & independent recording artist Michael Milosh.
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