1. |
End of Transmission.
04:30
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Everyday is not so tough or so he has told us….
With a voice that’s grown husk & a right leg full of ulcers..
Yet still he walks tall,
Through life he soldiers
He was one his son followed suit
The Memories of war fail to fade as the tables flowers do…
He shed many a tear that day
A flag draped over his boy returns
A fallen soldier
Now he is reminiscing all of your flaws
& his own misgivings
Since he locked the door behind you
He denied you
Alone he wishes that all of your calls he had answered
Could they have knocked down all the walls
Time built between them
Sips of whisky to the full moons fall
End of transmission
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Letterbox.
02:22
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Wish I’d kept every single letter you have written me.
Wish I’d caught every glowing smile that you sent for free.
At the end of a country mile, all I can see,
Is the letterbox so empty, so empty.
Wish I’d known what your leaving would do to me.
Wish I’d shown all the love that was meant to be.
Would it have been enough, could I have made it clear?
Or are my words just a paper cut soaked in beer?
At the end of a country mile, all I can see,
Is the letterbox so empty, so empty.
Wish I’d kept every single letter you have written me.
Wish I’d caught every glowing smile that you sent for free.
Still it wouldn’t it be enough, when I just want you here.
Is all my love just a paper cut to you stained in beer.
At the end of a country mile, all I can see,
the letterbox & it’s empty, so empty.
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Sanity.
03:34
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He came to town on the wind they say,
A young man trying to find his way,
He had a head full of dreams
almost bursting at the seams
He had no plans to wed
scent of money on his nose instead
he bled for some sanity
Switch the shovel for the spade
Queen of diamonds digs his grave
He climbs atop to greet the ground
The Ace holds is the Jesters crown
He bled for some sanity
Businessmen in business coats
Filled the train ways & the boats
As they spoke on notes they wrote
He discovered the money joke
He discovered life is worth living
Without this greed he’s been feeding on
He bled for some sanity
I met this man the other day
A burdened soul with hair of grey
Told tales of truth
Told tales of lies
To naïve ears they were all lullabies
Stone cold the look in his eyes
He raised his glass & signed goodbye
No words were needed I could see with my own eyes
How he bled for some sanity.
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