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February
04:28
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In my mind are judging eyes
When will I realize
That I'm believing in lies?
Maybe it's my cancer moon
Maybe I am just a fool
Maybe I just need to change what I'm listening to.
Well...
As the years go on and on
And my tears turn into song
I'm wondering where it was I went wrong
So I turn the clouds above
Searching for the meaning of
Everything that it is to love.
Well...
I have been walking in the dark
I don't know why I close my heart
But if I sing about it then we call it art.
In my broken memory
There are broken parts of me
Am I only complete as I drift to sleep?
Well...
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Ann Arbor Autumn Poem
03:31
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Art of Living
04:47
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Who looks outside dreams,
Who looks inside awakes.
And so I've found the art of living,
While you were soundly lying breathing in.
Mm..
So I light up a cigarette
Even though I know that I should quit
But I've watched you live
And I've listened to your poetry
And I've found that if you
Look into the eyes of beauty then you'll find something in your soul
The world's painted blue when I'm thinking of you
Isn't life incredible?
If you could consciously direct your love
Would you indulge in the still above
And find that you're looking to the eyes of beauty?
The eyes of beauty...
Of all my thought and emotion
I've never felt a soul like you
So I'm just sitting, thinking, writing, singing, talking, drinking, smoking wishing,
I could have had to know you more
But the best feeling I've had the privelege to experience
In the art of living this life in all its innocence was
Looking in your eyes and telling you you're...
Look into the eyes of beauty and you'll find something in your soul
The world's painted blue when I'm thinking of you
Isn't life incredible?
If you could consciously direct your love,
Would you indulge in the still above
And find that you're looking to...
Look into the eyes of beauty and you'll find something in yourself
Everyone has a part of them that's a part of something else
You contained a calming entourage
A nesting place for a soul massage
As I was looking to your eyes of beauty.
Your eyes of beauty...
Who looks outside dreams,
Who looks inside awakes.
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