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Three Women
03:04
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I want to see you through
For whatever your story means.
Can we put aside our differences,
Repair the broken seams?
Outcasts in mothers world,
In the shadows of her broken dreams,
Her voice will sometimes linger when
We've lost what we believe.
Sometimes I wonder,
Would you be true to the end?
If we weren't bound by a mother,
Could I still call you a friend?
No room for bitterness,
I long for things to be sweet.
I'd never wish for a thing like this
To ever repeat.
I'm sure that we weren't born
To live without chance to see
What beauty lies with opened eyes;
To finally feel free.
Sometimes I wonder,
Would you be true to the end?
If we weren't bound by a mother,
Could I still call you a friend?
I want to see you through
For whatever your story means.
Can we put aside our differences
To share our thoughts and dreams?
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The Watching One
03:42
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Live alone and revel
in unwatching, girls,
save the unconscious level.
But if they watch your world,
each moment’s quiet masterpiece
very, very soon now, you shall see,
Unravels even more power
with unwatching, girls,
and then, with every hour,
as independence unfurls,
you are the watching one.
You’ll find a spirit or two is hiding there.
And that's how I learned
to stop fearing ghosts.
Their eyes that once burned
were turned when I realized
that I can watch them, too.
We build these men
that spend all their days in our minds.
I say, deconstruct them then,
See the peace you may find.
Each moment’s quiet masterpiece
very, very soon now, you shall see,
Unravels even more power
with unwatching, girls,
and then, with every hour,
as independence unfurls,
you are the watching one.
You’ll find a spirit or two is hiding there.
And that's how I learned
to stop fearing ghosts.
Their eyes that once burned
were turned when I realized
that I can watch them, too.
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I'd like to see the bad guys win some time
I'd like to see the bad guys win
They act so mean, and they try so hard
To get into the trouble they're always in
I'd like to see the bad guys have some fun
They're always getting pushed around
Wouldn't it be thrilling to see
Stories catching up with reality
I'd like to see the good guys giving in
And letting the bad guys win
Sometime
I'd like to see the bad guys win
I'd like to see the bad guy get the girl
The good guy's always such a bore
He's well-behaved, and he's so sincere
But you don't even get what he gives a horse
I'd like to see the bad guys get away
They're always getting shot or hung
Wouldn't it be thrilling to see
A happy ending ending unhappily
I'd like to tell the good guys `it's no sin'
To let the bad guys win
Sometime
I'd like to see the bad guys win
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4. |
To Know a Heart
03:53
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Maybe I was born for folly,
maybe I was made feeble.
Surround yourself with only
the most tender of people.
Blessed are the meek for they shall
inherit the earth some day.
Well, I’d bet most all of my silver
we were meant to die this way.
Knowing my own heart has proven
to be a tearful affair,
like a knife right through my chest,
like bitter blood-laden prayer.
Knowing my own heart too well
has swaddled me in ashes,
scribbled out like psalms all on the pavement;
onlookers burn books of matches.
Buried in my deeper slumbers,
painting ribbons with my voice,
in prophetic dreams, hand in hand,
with my body, I rejoice.
We lick the salt from our palms,
we polish our coins with ashes,
eyes wide like lighthouse beams,
waiting for someone to lift the latches.
Knowing my own heart has proven
to be a tearful affair,
like a knife right through my chest,
like bitter blood-laden prayer.
Knowing my own heart too well
has swaddled me in ashes,
scribbled out like psalms all on the pavement;
onlookers burn books of matches.
Maybe I was born for folly,
maybe I was made feeble.
Surround yourself with only
the most tender of people.
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5. |
You Alone
02:16
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Irises of amber pooling,
curtained by black locks of hair,
Love, who are you fooling
with that sad and solemn stare?
I see the strength
of your brilliant heart
Misunderstood at length
examined and torn apart
Can I unlock with time
The gentle movements of your mind?
Daggers like silver tongues
pierce any word that’s kind.
Do you know that you
alone can bring my joyful fate?
Come now, let me
adore you before it’s too late.
And soon your furrowed brow
will relax, your eyes in a smile
let me be your only love
Let me be blessed all the while.
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6. |
The Bride
03:29
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You came into my life on a westward wind
Opened me like a knife dipped in honey
Now it doesn’t matter where we’ve been
Matters even less where we’re going
I know that you’ll be there
and now that’s my only care
A bride married to an idea,
Abstract and all-knowing,
I was a lonely little mourning dove
Lost in a terrible longing,
I didn’t know that when it really happened
it could be even better.
Now I love you because I can see you
Love is nothing more, nothing less
You fight for justice, cutting through
A heartless world with such softness
I know that you’ll be there
and now that’s my only care
A bride married to an idea,
Abstract and all-knowing,
I was a lonely little mourning dove
Lost in a terrible longing,
I didn’t know that when it really happened
it could be even better.
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Sydney Sue South Bend, Indiana
Musician and producer based in South Bend, IN.
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