Awake
Deelow
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This started out as some sort of song about I girl I knew in my younger years. I had a dream about her not so long ago. We were sitting on a bench right by a lake that we always used to go to. Like many park benches this one was scarred with different names and words carved into it. People declaring their love for one another and what not. It kinda made me wonder how many of those relationships actually last. I bet if a park bench could roll it's eyes everytime someone started carving it would. I'll probably ad more later and fix up the chorus but this works for now.
Awake
Everything is a different colour,
At least Pupils seem to adapt,
Tripping over one another,
Never accused of having tact.
She said "you should be out pounding pavement",
Far too busy lifting prints,
Three sunsets, a return engagement,
Second sunrise and I'm dropping hints
That park bench saw so much rejection,
After jack knives carved out names and dreams,
that bench went raw with good intentions,
but never could find a way to bleed,
***some kind of chorus***
Chipping away at a lead-based sacrifice,
Passed down blade is love's device,
To us, it was a moment for the ages,
For it, just another one of those pages,
and it all comes out when you're sleeping,
but never tell the world what it is you're thinking.
***********
Mother Nature's about to turn,
Camouflage your soul,
Teaching everything you'll ever earn,
is nothing that you can't control.
Walking stick helps with posture,
Striding by these plotted cracks,
Night creeps by and you know you've lost her,
It's all you can do to not look back.
Awake
Everything is a different colour,
At least Pupils seem to adapt,
Tripping over one another,
Never accused of having tact.
She said "you should be out pounding pavement",
Far too busy lifting prints,
Three sunsets, a return engagement,
Second sunrise and I'm dropping hints
That park bench saw so much rejection,
After jack knives carved out names and dreams,
that bench went raw with good intentions,
but never could find a way to bleed,
***some kind of chorus***
Chipping away at a lead-based sacrifice,
Passed down blade is love's device,
To us, it was a moment for the ages,
For it, just another one of those pages,
and it all comes out when you're sleeping,
but never tell the world what it is you're thinking.
***********
Mother Nature's about to turn,
Camouflage your soul,
Teaching everything you'll ever earn,
is nothing that you can't control.
Walking stick helps with posture,
Striding by these plotted cracks,
Night creeps by and you know you've lost her,
It's all you can do to not look back.
Fresno 2000, BSB 2003, Edmonton 2005, Calgary 2009, BSB 2010, Edmonton 2011, San Diego 2014, Calgary 2014, BSB 2014
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I like the whole thing but the chorus really got to me. Especially "and it all comes out when you're sleeping, but never tell the world what you're thinking."---Maybe because I talk in my sleep!