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Self-Made Man
04:09
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I take my route in the morning
While the city's still sleeping
Every person is a promise
That the world isn't keeping
There's the smell of the laundry
From a home that taunts me
I leave them a package
First light of the sabbath
The day's a beast that eats your flesh
The night a yawning emptiness
Sweet dreams leave me
Can't sleep, speeding
heart keeps beating
All these seasons
passed as I stood fast
A statue cast
And on the plaque
"A Self-Made Man"
Got a book from a website
Gonna tell me how to make it
I found a new father
On the cover of its pages
I thought it was the current
Keeping me down
But it was only myself
Who was letting me drown
The day can maybe yet be tamed
The night is where the spirit reigns
Sweet dreams leave me
Can't sleep, speeding
heart keeps beating
All these seasons
passed as I stood fast
A statue cast
And on the plaque
"A Self-Made Man"
I gave a year to dogma written in your hand
But father, chaos can't be tamed by your command
Even you were caught in its embrace
You're no sage
Sweet dreams leave me
Can't sleep, speeding
heart keeps beating
All these seasons
passed as I stood fast
A statue cast
And on the plaque
"A Self-Made Man"
Morning, ugly mirror
Holding breath so firmly
White light, pearly
Father left his brand
And here I stand
What better than
A Self-Made Man
The day illuminates the rot
The night will let you be forgot
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2. |
That Goddamn Dream
03:59
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I'm sick of this story
A narrative without taste
A main character leaves your life
With no one to take his place
And how heavy the burden
Adapting it to the stage
When there's nothing of interest
On any tedious page
It fills my heart with rage
Can't let my mind to drift
And lend its thoughts to scenes
that torture me
At last I fall asleep
And feel your hand on mine
That goddamn dream
Have your shirt in my closet
A totem I can't discard
Its smell carries a trace of you
which I can't assent to mar
And when I wake in the morning
And remember who I am
I send a curse to the author
That he made me to be this man
That his work ever began
Can't let my mind to drift
And lend its thoughts to scenes
that torture me
At last I fall asleep
And feel your hand on mine
That goddamn dream
Sunlight
Shining
Your voice still
calls me
Swords dull themselves with time
The ghosts that wield them cease to strike
Their hands find use in mine
Can't let my mind to drift
And lend its thoughts to scenes
that torture me
At last I fall asleep
And feel your hand on mine
That goddamn dream
Can't let my mind to drift
And lend its thoughts to scenes
that torture me
At last I fall asleep
And feel your hand on mine
That goddamn dream
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Nick Gerlock Berkeley, California
Nick Gerlock is a musician who has spent years improvising and only just started writing things down. He likes harmony and songwriting.
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