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Into the Blue
04:30
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Once, I stood by a clear stream
Waded in some sunbeams
There, where the water maybe
Crawled into the land from the sea
I was too young to know
How might a river flow
Bored by a day moving slow
Skipped stones off the reflection
Of hours without detection
Now, with all the years strapped
Heavy, creaking loud on my back
I am too old to show
For the things I think I know
Lost in rivers moving slow
And I don’t know now what to do
With anything I say
Cast into the blue
And carry all away
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2. |
Feverish
02:53
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Lilac dreams wash my body
In lakes soft and mild
But I bend beneath the burden
Of tongues lashing, wild
“Atone, alone, atone,
Alone, atone, alone”
The night shrieks bloody red
Until I feel my head
Bursting with cold light
In violent waters instead
I’ll dream of the day
Flowers float my way
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3. |
When I Go Away
03:26
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Baby, I’m tired
Maybe you’re a liar
But I don’t want to go
I don’t want to go
I don’t want to go alone
We aren’t sixteen
This ain’t some silly dream
Someone’s gotta pay
Someone’s gotta pay
Someone’s gotta pay the bills
And when I go away
I’ll leave something on your shelf
And when I go away
I’ll leave something on your shelf
And when I’m all alone
I’ll be talking to myself
Talking to myself
Talking to myself again
Darlin’ don’t cry
I’m still drying my eyes
But I have got to go
I have got to go
I have got to go hit the road
And when I go away
I’ll take something off your shelf
And when I go away
I’ll take something off your shelf
And when I’m all alone
I’ll be talking to myself
Talking to myself
Talking to myself again
Again
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I wake in the afternoon
And realize I’m still lying in bed
I’m waiting for a call
To shake the sleep from my head
And though you’ve long disappeared
Into the dark of the last year
I thought I’d write you a song
Cause I know that you won’t recognize me for long
I’ll sing, “Goodbye, Sweet Lover”
“Goodbye, Sweet Lover”
I really tried to be good
But now I know there was no other way
This is my parting gift
The tune that says what I can’t say
And what have you given to me?
Except for everything I see
Except for the freedom I find
When I pick up my pen and I walk through my mind
Now say, “Goodbye, Sweet Lover”
“Goodbye Sweet Lover”
You know, I never really even learned
To stop and look in your eyes
And every time I think of you
I feel so sad and blue
But I’ll try and I’ll try and I’ll try and I’ll try to say
“Goodbye, Sweet Lover
I hope I never hear your name"
Cause when that phone starts ringing
I know I won’t be feeling the same
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5. |
After the Ceremony
02:36
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Empty road, empty face
Read the grooves of my touch
He said, “We pass over days
Our voices saying too much”
I said, “I have to go
Hang my coat by the door”
I felt the knob in my hand
But guilt kept me for more
He said, “Love is all around
But you’ve made yourself blind
See the sky, see the ground
Not the mirrors they sit behind”
So I’ve read before
In sweet Spanish verse
And the sweeter the words
The deeper the curse
He finally said
After thinking long
“You are not dead
So lift up the song
Of everything that sounds
Everything you are
Don’t heed the dark”
Now I mold melodies
‘Neath the nightingale’s call
Reflections in the dark
Don’t look like much at all
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6. |
Composition No. 5
04:00
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There are things I’d never say
To a perfect stranger
Like the last time --
Oh, never mind
Buried beneath a tree
And mingled with the dust
I keep my love
While grass-stained children play above
And I bet you thought I’d say
And I know you thought I’d say
But hold on to that thought
And these words I sing
They’re all we’ve got
For the time being
And dig with me
As the music continues
Like Orpheus stepping
Across the flowing Styx
Maybe then
Maybe then
Maybe then we will find --
Maybe then we are found
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7. |
Faceless Beauty Turning
04:00
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I think I saw you in the marketplace
Behind some vegetables, hiding your face
You glanced over as you asked for a price
The sidewalk outside was covered in ice
Or I might have seen you when it was spring
Like news headlines covering everything
“The war is over, the war just began”
I tore up the grass on a small bit of land
And I’d like to know just who you are
Faceless beauty always turning from afar
Your moves, your dress, your electric things
Your umbrella protecting your diamond rings
All turn again to meet the eye
Are these your reasons for passing me by?
Or should I see forever the positions you hold?
Your facial expressions as you fill each role?
Am I to you as you are to me?
A distant reflection of a moment to be
And I’d like to know just who you are
Faceless beauty always turning from afar
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8. |
Waking in the Bushes
05:24
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I woke up in the bushes
Remembering ways the wind pushes
When cars go whizzing past
Faces in the half-opened glass
Cause I swear I saw you
In a yellow cab, your shirt blue
You called me into the rain
And when I got there nobody came
Well, you should’ve left a note
Telling which way I should go
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"Time for another?"
Asked my brother
Yesterday
"What do you say?"
Trying to be kind,
I said, "I don't mind"
In the park
It was after dark
Dragging through the rubble
We were caught between our troubles
Blackened by the smoke
And the endless joke,
We sat on the swings,
And I began to sing
Of old mountain fables,
Kitchen tables,
And the Silk Road
It had just snowed
Dragging through the rubble
We were caught between our troubles
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10. |
Come Into My Bungalow
03:44
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Well, come into my bungalow and see what's going on
I've been cooking in the kitchen and just look who all I've drawn
My aunts and my uncles, my friends from down the street
Even the cats and the dogs have all come here to meet
But this could all go to waste
If I don't get to see your face, so please,
Won't you stop by?
I'm often reading in my bedroom with the dark curtains drawn
People tend to bother me with all their yelps and yawns
So believe me when I tell you that this ain't no normal thing
That I'd invite you in bearing all that you might bring
But I don't mean to place myself high
It's just the cookbook was an expensive buy, so please,
Come help me out
So, come into my bungalow and see what's going on
We're stealing dances in the bedroom, stealing dances on the lawn
Wearing laurels in our hair and holding roses in our teeth
Calling out the distant name of another fellow thief
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The American Buffalo Cincinnati, Ohio
The American Buffalo is a music and art project from Dayton, OH currently based out of Cincinnati, OH. Helmed by singer- songwriter Josh Edward, The American Buffalo released their debut album Reflections on November 7th, 2019, produced by Edward and Jackson Badgley. ... more
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