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Morning View

Nice To Know You

Better than watching Gellar bending silver spoons. Better than witnessing newborn nebulas in bloom. She who sees from up high smiles and surely sings. Perspective pries your once weighty eyes and it gives you wings. I haven't felt the way, I feel today, in so long it's hard for me to specify. I'm beginning to notice how much this feels like a waking limb, pins and needles, nice to know you. Goodbye, nice to know you. Goodbye, nice to know you. Goodbye, nice to know you. Goodbye, nice to know you. To know you. Deeper than the deepest Cousteau would ever go. And higher than the heights of what we often think we know. Blessed she who clearly sees the wood for the trees. To obtain a birds eye is to turn a blizzard to a breeze. I haven't felt the way I feel today in so long it's hard for me to specify. I'm beginning to notice how much this feels like a waking limb, pins and needles, nice to know you. Goodbye, nice to know you. Goodbye, nice to know you. Goodbye, nice to know you. Goodbye, nice to know you. To know you. So could it be that it has been there all along? I haven't felt the way I feel today in so long it's hard for me to specify. I'm beginning to notice how much this feels like a waking limb, pins and needles, nice to know you. Goodbye, nice to know you. Goodbye, nice to know you. Goodbye, nice to know you. Goodbye, nice to know you. To know you.


Circles

You saw me lost and treading water. I looked pathetic. I looked as helpless as a stinger without a bee. But underneath my presentation, yea. I knew the walls were coming down and the stones that fell were aiming away from me. Hey, what would it mean to you,(What would it mean to you?) to know that it'll come back around again? Hey, whatever it means to you, (Whatever it means to you.) know that everything moves in circles. I saw you standing in my headlights. (blink, blink, blink) I thought I'd run you down for the weight you left on me. Instead I pushed rewind, reversed and drove away. And seeing you disappear in my rearview brought to me the word reciprocity. Hey, what would it mean to you, (What would it mean to you?) to know that it'll come back around again? Hey, whatever it means to you, (Whatever it means to you.) know that everything moves in circles. Round and round we go. Who would've known it'd end so well? We fall on and we fall off, existential carousel. Hey, what would it mean to you,(What would it mean to you?) to know that it'll come back around again? Hey, whatever it means to you, (Whatever it means to you.) know that everything moves in circles. Yeah! Oh, everything moves in circles. Round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round!


Wish You Were Here

I dig my toes into the sand. The ocean looks like a thousand diamonds strewn across a blue blanket. I lean against the wind, pretend that I am weightless, and in this moment I am happy...happy. I wish you were here. I wish you were here. I wish you were here. I wish you were here. I lay my head onto the sand. The sky resembles a backlit canopy with holes punched in it. I'm counting UFO's; I signal them with my lighter and in this moment I am happy...happy! I wish you were here. I wish you were here. I wish you were here. Wish you were here. The world's a roller coaster and I am not strapped in. Maybe I should hold with care but my hands are busy in the air. I wish you were here. I wish you were! I wish you were here. I wish you were here. I wish you were here! Wish you were here!


Just A Phase

I am bottled, fizzy water and you are shaking me up. You are a fingernail running down the chalkboard I thought I left in third grade. Now my only consolation is that this could not last forever even though you're singing and thinking how well you've got it made. Who are you? When will you be through? Yea, it's just a phase...it will be over soon. Yea, it's just a phase...yea, it's just a....phase. Call it women's intuition, but I think I'm onto something here. Temporaryism has been the black plague and the Jesus of our age. I know I sound opinionated, maybe biased, and quite possibly jaded, but sooner than later they'll be throwing quarters at you on stage. Who are you? When will you be through? Yea, it's just a phase...it will be over soon. Yea, it's just a....phase and I'm waiting for it to be over too. Yeah, ooo, yeah, ooo, yeah, ooo, yeah, ooo, yeah, ooo, yeah, ooo, yeah.


11 AM

Seven a.m. The garbage truck beeps as it backs up and I start my day thinking about what I've thrown away. Could I push rewind? Oh the credits traverse, signifying the end but I missed the best part, could we please go back to start? Forgive my indecision. Then again, oh then again, then again, you're always first when no one's on your side. But then again, oh then again, then again, a day will come when I want off that ride. Eleven a.m. By now you would think that I would be up but my bed sheets shade the heat of choices I've made. And what did I find? I never thought I could want someone so much cause now you're not here and I'm knee deep in that old fear. Forgive my indecision. I am only a man. Then again, oh then again, then again, you're always first when no one's on your side. But then again, oh then again, again, again, then again, a day will come when I want off that ride. Twelve p.m. and my dusty telephone rings. Heavy head up from my pillow, who could it be? I hope it's you. Then again, oh then again, then again, you're always first when no one's on your side. But then again, oh then again, again, again, then again, a day has come when I want off that ride.


Blood on the Ground

I don't want to talk to you anymore. I'm afraid of what I might say. I bite my tongue every time you come around cause blood in my mouth beats, blood on the ground. Hand over my heart, I swear I've tried everything I could within all my power, two weeks and one hour, I slaved and now I've got nothing to show. Oh if only you'd grow taller than a brick wall. From now on, I'm gonna start holding my breath when you come around and you flex that fake grin cause something inside of me has said more than twice, that breathing less air beats breathing you at all! I don't want to talk to you anymore. I'm afraid of what I might say. I bite my tongue every time you come around, cause blood in my mouth beats, blood on the ground. Hand over my mouth, I'm earning the right to my silence. In quiet discerning between ego and timing. Good judgment is once again proving to me that it's still worth it's weight in gold. From now on, I'm gonna be so much more wary when you start to speak and my warm blood starts to boil. That seeing you is like pulling teeth and hearing your voice is like chewing tin foil! I don't want to talk to you anymore. I'm afraid of what I might say. I bite my tongue every time you come around, cause blood in my mouth beats, blood on the ground. High fives to a better judgment. By saying less today, I will gain more! Gain more. Low twos to you, my fickle friend. You, you, you. You brought the art of silent war! I don't want to talk to you anymore. I'm afraid of what I might say. I bite my tongue every time you come around, cause blood in my mouth beats, blood on the ground.


Mexico

You could see me reaching. So why couldn't you have met me half way? You could see me bleeding so you could not put pressure on the wound. You only think about yourself. You only think about yourself. You better bend before I go. On the next train to Mexico. You could see my breathing, but you still kept your hand over my mouth. You could feel me seething, but you just turned your nose up in the air. You only think about yourself. You only think about yourself. You better bend before I go. On the first train to Mexico. You only think about yourself. You only think about yourself. You better bend before I go. On the first train to Mexico.


Warning

Bat your eyes girl. Be otherworldly. Count your blessings. Seduce a stranger. What's so wrong with being happy? Kudos to those who see through sickness, yeah. Over and over and over and over and ooooooo. When she woke in the morning, she knew that her life had passed her by. And she called out a warning: "Don't ever let life pass you by." I suggest we learn to love ourselves before it's made illegal. When will we learn? (When will we learn?) When will we change? (When will we change?) Just in time to see it all fall down. Those left standing will make millions, writing books on the way it should have been. When she woke in the morning, she knew that her life had passed her by. And she called out a warning (warning): "Don't ever let life pass you by." Floating in this, cosmic jacuzzi. Here we are like frogs oblivious. To the water, starting to boil. No one flinches. We all flow face down. When she woke in the morning, she knew that her life had passed her by. And she called out a warning (warning): "Don't ever let life pass you by!" Pass you by!


Echo

There's something about the look in your eyes. Something I noticed when the light was just right. It reminded me twice that I was alive, and it reminded me that you're so worth the fight. My biggest fear will be the rescue of me. Strange how it turns out that way, yeah. Could you show me dear...something I've not seen? Something infinitely interesting. Could you show me dear...something I've not seen? Something infinitely interesting. There's something about the way you move. I see your mouth in slow motion when you sing. More subtle than something someone contrives. Your movements echo that I have seen the real thing. Your biggest fear will be the rescue of you. Strange how it turns out that way. Could you show me dear...something I've not seen? Something infinitely interesting. Could you show me dear...something I've not seen? Something infinitely interesting.


Have You Ever

To get up and walk away would be too easy. So stay and stand your ground, just watch your mouth with me. On the back of every right, there's a wrong looming. So here you and I should tread as soft as these razor blades for boots will let be. Have you ever tried to step in my shoes? Have you ever tried to balance on that beam? And if you ever tried to step in my shoes, they'll never be quite as soft as they seemed!(Thought)Unabashed honesty would be ideal. But a prophet did once say that honesty is a lonely word. So where do we go from here? Abandon ship now. My problem is you make me melt and I don't want to be frozen anymore. Have you ever tried to step in my shoes? Have you ever tried to balance on that beam? And if you ever tried to step in my shoes, they'll never be quite as soft as they seemed! Have you ever? Have you ever tried to? I have never. I have never tried to! Have you ever tried to step in my shoes? Have you ever tried to balance on that beam? And if you ever tried to step in my shoes, they'll never be quite as soft as they seemed!


Are You In?

It's so much better when everyone is in. Are you in? It's so much better when everyone is in. Are you in? Ooooh Oooooh. Are you in? Ooooh Oooooh. Are you in? It's so much better when everyone is in. Are you in? It's so much easier when seafoam green is in fashion. Ooooh Oooooh. Are you in? Ooooh Oooooh. Are you? Are you? Are you? Are you? Are you? Are you? Are you? Are you? Are you? (Everybody in. Every.) Are you? Are you? Are you? Are you? Are you? Are you? (Ooooooh!)Are you? Are you? Are you? Are you? Are you? Are you? Are you? Are you? Are you? Are you? Are you? Are you? Are you? Are you? Are you? Are you? Are you? Ooooh Oooooh. Are you in? Ooooh Oooooh.


Under My Umbrella

When I close my eyes, I can see for miles. There's comfort in my dark seat and chaos in the aisles. These eyes are not your eyes. And these eyes are not the color that your arid eyes might be. No, I was not around when those eyes of yours decided so, I refuse to kneel before the sights you choose to see. When I close my eyes, I remember why I smile. Under my umbrella, I'm an accomplished exile. These eyes are not your eyes. And these eyes are not the color that your arid eyes might be. No, I was not around when those eyes of yours decided so, I refuse to kneel before the sights you choose to see. If this is right, I'd rather be wrong. If this is sight, I'd rather be blind. These eyes are not your eyes. And these eyes are not the color that your arid eyes might be. No, I was not around when those eyes of yours decided so, I refuse to kneel before the sights you choose to see. If this is right, I'd rather be wrong. If this is sight, I'd rather be blind.


Aqueous Transmission

I'm floating down a river. Oars freed from their holes long ago. Lying face up on the floor of my vessel. I marvel at the stars and feel my heart overflow. Further down the river. Further down the river. Further down the river. Further down the river. Two weeks without my lover. I'm in this boat alone, floating down a river named emotion. Will I make it back to shore or drift into the unknown? Further down the river. Further down the river. Further down the river. Further down the river. I'm building an antenna. Transmissions will be sent when I am through. Maybe we'll could meet again further down the river and share what we both discovered, then revel in the view. Further down the river. Further down the river. Further down the river. Further down the river. I'm floating down a river. I'm floating down a river. I'm floating down a river. I'm floating down a river. I'm floating down a river. I'm floating down a river. I'm floating down a river. I'm floating down a river.