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After a Friend Died
01:57
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Just started watching The Office,
Call me back in a week…
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Disconnected
04:42
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We’ve been together now
Going on five centuries
Maybe it’s something I said
Some weary Sunday morning
I know we’ll last forever
Or at least a little longer than this
What comes next is up for grabs
And wheels are always coming off somewhere
I’ll try to reach you before we drown
In some plastic choking ocean
I will be there before you come around
I will be there before you touch ground
Back when I was still flying upside down
Back when I was still way more lost than found
I could just lean in close enough (make) the image disappear
So how’d we get to be disconnected?
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Under the Bleachers
03:22
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I remember one time we were under the bleachers…
When I said that I would do anything for you
I’d do anything for you :)
Can we sail along the edge of each other’s summers?
Let’s waste some time and never mind the street lights.
Cuz when they come on it doesn’t mean it’s time for us to go home
We can dance and sing, or do nothing at all…
Or, we can just jump in the back of your car and get all high school
C’mon, c’mon let’s jump in the back of your car!
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Crooked River Beds
04:14
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Hard to move forward when you’re busy falling down
The worn and winding trail between the switchbacks.
Count on the water to take the easiest path,
Ever seeking lower.
I’m standing on the edge of “How do you do?”
Tippy-toed on the bottom rung of the guardrail.
Who put the sadness in you, one drop at a time,
And left you stranded with canyon walls and crooked riverbeds?
You tend to tumble into ravines
Like this one: carved out by habit.
Slack or tension, just tell me what you need
Cuz no one else here knows that we’re gone.
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5. |
Wits End
03:42
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About a mile outside Wits End
Staring at a rain-filled ashtray
I’m working to the surface like old glass from a windshield
Aware that I was dreaming just still fuzzy on the details.
Like dirty snow from when the sidewalks started coming back again
You never get to the end of a never-ending mess
But it’s looking better
Can’t look much worse!
About a city block outside of Pissed Off
You got me by the throat and in handcuffs… again
For gutter art or Xmas lights in June
Put an ear up against mine then you’d hear screaming.
Is the leaf still free when it doesn’t know the wind decides?
You just might get to the end of this never-ending mess
But it isn’t likely alone.
Look around!
What a mess!
You didn’t make it so, but what a mess!
I didn’t make it so, but what a mess!
We didn’t make it so, so, so
Say that we did, well then can we get to fixing it?
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Pete Lund Buffalo, New York
Pete Lund has been a singer/songwriter for a while now. He lives in Western New York, USA.
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