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Hunter In The Valley
03:37
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Like a river after time spent in the city there is quiet, peace, and calm
Oh water running, dancing, son of stars, would you call me home?
There's a pleasure and a sorrow knowing all the things that she will never know
She's a hunter in the valley, I'm but a fisherman with a knack for poems
And there are some things I just can't bring myself to do and I won't!
Woke up in the morning, went downtown to buy a book or catch a show
Secret cigarette on Sunday night and I plan to deal with all of it tomorrow
And I wonder if you ever thought to give the sin a try
I'm out bobbing on the water and she's down searching for the tiger inside
And there are some things I just can't bring myself to do and I won't!
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Maisha
03:38
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Get up and go to work each day, you need some kinda thing to pass the time away
Little one, come on up
I know you been far and wide, you can travel on but aren't you gettin tired?
Come on up inside
There's garbage blowin in the wind and the smell of rain cause it's spring again
Let's go down to the galleries
I got a message on a Friday night said you're in town and you're feelin right
You quit your job in the city
You could help me pass the time
I'm stuck wondering what's on your mind
Maisha, Maisha
No hand to fold, no single rose, no vacation home out in the Poconos
Why can't you say that you want me?
Little girl with your big black eyes, laughin at my jokes but it's no surprise-
It's just the way that you told me
You could help me pass the time
I'm stuck wondering what's on your mind
Maisha, Maisha
Maisha, Maisha
You said you should go, I told you to stay
When you asked me why, I didn't have much to say
Maisha, Maisha
Maisha, Maisha
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April 24th
04:08
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Dreams of a wildfire, of the barbed wire, of the sea
He waits at the turnstile wrapped in oak and evergreen
A breath of solitude, it's a toast to youth, something crude
Black in a coffee cup- that's good enough to fight the blues
And it feels a little colder as the sun begins to shine
Wouldn't it be nice to wake up late? Let's sleep in for a while.
She's spinning round and round, not knowing what to look for
Cash only cafe mixing drinks to make you sore
He's first in line, counting dimes, running time for the man
She's coy, playing games, chasing boys and she wonders where she stands
The party's almost started and we haven't left the house
Wouldn't it be nice to show up late? Let's stay here for a while.
All of the finest things laid out on a table bare
Clear your head my friend, you know time, it isn't fair
Twenty seven years old feels strange when said aloud
He says "go see the world" but he means "I need you now"
The morning is almost over and there's things we ought to do
But wouldn't it be nice to waste the day? Let's lie here for a while.
Wouldn't it be nice to waste the day? Let's lie here for a a while.
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Thomas John Tafejian New York, New York
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