1. |
You Won't
02:26
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I have to turn on the nightlight
Cuz you won't shine on me
I have to wear a fake smile
Cuz you won't smile at me
When will you see what's true and love me
And love me?
I've cried a sea of tears
Cuz you won't leave my head
I've wasted all these years
Beating a horse that's dead
When will you see what's true and love me
And love me?
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2. |
Celery's Half Sister
01:46
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There are some things that are alike
So much so that visually they seem to intertwine
But serious differences nonetheless exist
My tastebuds can attest to that
And they can attest to this
Rhubarb, celery's half sister
I want some of your lovin, mister
I don't want it watered down
Or of any other color than
Rhubarb
Some men have got the looks
The looks that kill
Some men have got the brains
The cerebral skills
Some men have got the tongue
The smooth talk
But I want the real thing
Or I'm prepared to take a walk
I want some rhubarb
Celery's half sister
I want some of your lovin, mister
I don't want it watered down
Or of any other color than
Rhubarb
Sittin in the restaurant that is Love
I told the waitress that is Cupid what I want
I'll complain to the manager that is Aphrodite
If I don't get my
Rhubarb, celery's half sister
I want some of your lovin, mister
I don't want it watered down
Or of any other color than
Rhubarb
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3. |
Bumblebee
01:46
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4. |
Hiatus from the Burn
03:50
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Georgia left home
Cuz she felt so alone
In the city of stone
Where the only blood that flows
Is in the wires
Georgia laid down
Wearing the frown
She bought from a clown
Who was feeling down and out
And needed to smile again
She clipped the very wings
Her body grew to fly her away
She regretted all the things
That she could never bring herself to say
She poured a glass of milk
Just to watch it spill
And then she cried like a baby
The prodigal daughter returned
Eager to use what she learned
On her hiatus from the burn
Of breathing city air
Her family and friends gave her hugs
Her absence had strangthened their love
Apparently nothing could cut the family ties
I'll sink back down below
What I think I know
And make a home
In the heavy city of stone
Where skeleton bones
Are hangers in the closet
I'll forget what my eyes have seen
I'll get back to the me
That they want me to be
I'll play along
Where does the inspiration come from
When you're on the run?
Does your heart ever wonder
What it is you're running from?
How do you swallow the lies?
How do you keep the real you inside?
Don't the two lives you're leading
Ever collide?
Georgia laid down
Wearing the frown
She bought from a clown
Who was feeling down and out
And needed to smile again
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5. |
Saltwater
02:50
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I keep talking about you and I
As if we were something
But I know I was nothing to you
And you were everything to me
And I was skipping through the flowered fields
Of a dream
I think you were floating
Between your past and your future
And I rudely imposed my presence
And went along for the ride
Well, I'm sorry for the inconvenience
So I guess now I should swallow
My thorny pride
I was thirsty and I got what I thought
Was a refreshing drink
But looking back I see
It was nothing but saltwater
Saltwater
Saltwater
Saltwater
On a grander scale now
So we don't have to focus on you
I rely on the kindness of strangers
To fill the hole in my heart
And it works for a while
But then the pain is back again
And when I'm loving the one I'm with
I'm just thinking of the next
The next smile, the next embrace
The next time, the next place
It's not that I don't want that special one
I guess I'm just having so much fun
With my saltwater
Saltwater
Saltwater
Saltwater
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6. |
Rosewood Love
02:58
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7. |
Cookie Cutter Conscience
04:41
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Even the fires of Hell
Couldn't burn away that churchy smell
From my family-friendly
Cookie cutter conscience
Two years of counseling
Didn't really seem to heal a thing
It just brought me a lot of guilt and depression
My teacher sure was right
When she walked by and caught my eye
"You're carrying something heavy on your back," she said
Her words were very true
A prison cell without a view
Can leave one with a lot of weighty loneliness
There was a plethora of things I never did right
So many reasons why I had to cry at night
When no one could hear me
I never looked anyone straight in the eye
I was afraid they would see the skeleton inside
And even I couldn't handle it
The very first friend I made
At my new school in the fifth grade
Was always there for me throughout it all
But when he heard I was gay
He told me that I had to pray
And when I wouldn't turn
He had to burn our friendship away
Years of memories down the drain
The truth was an empty picture frame to him
To all of them, for that matter
The gavel smacked and cracked the cold wood
And the verdict that I was devoid of good
Came from the Mad Hatter
I don't need holy wine
I don't need to apologize
For being just exactly what I am
I've shed my former skin
And I've found that the only sin
Is denying myself the right
To live my life
Here's to a place in the golden sun
Here's to a life that's still undone
But not broken
I won't jump through any more hoops
I won't settle for secondhand truth anymore
Anymore
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8. |
Your Guitar
04:12
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I wrote this song on your guitar
Because it read my fingers' thoughts
When I was playin' it
I was fragile and hesitant to commit
But I had to make the best of it
My heart has learned to expect the worst
My pen has learned to love a sad verse
But this time I did not succeed in being blue
Because I want to be with you
I'm not gonna say it
You know exactly how I feel
All my life I was trained to fake it
But I can be just real with you
My past has begun to hit the fan
No point in running so I'll just stand
Resisting change deprives me of the grown that I crave
Thanks for your patience along the way
I'm not gonna say it
You know exactly how I feel
All my life I was trained to fake it
But I can be just real with you
I wrote this song on your guitar
I hope you know how beautiful you are
Not only to me, but intrinsically
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9. |
The Alphabet Game
03:53
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My changing perceptions
Have been taking me from A to B
And C then D
Soon E but first Z
As in I ain't been gettin any Z's
As in the stirrings inside of me
Seemed to subside
But that's not right
They only whisper now
Instead of pull me down
Into a "Wow..."
I am babbling like a brook
Over the smooth, shrinking stones of a memory
Smooth enough to skip away from me
Over the water from whence it all came
I am playing a game like Russian Roulette
I'm placing my bets and driving with the window down
In my head
But in real life I'm sweating hard instead
There's blood on my hands
The stains look like the face of one
Mr. George Wishywashington
Part of me is in California
Part of me is being on time
Part of me is choking
On the twisted path to the next line:
I am fine
The clouds are dropping freedom
Freedom wets my skin and my hair
I feel some sort of a slam dunk
Staying close to you even when you're not there
Oh I love you, yes I love you!
Each of my days sends my thoughts your way
Oh, I wish I could say
Some phrase of the day
That would whisk this heart away
And into your pillowcase
Close to your face
Oh I miss them
I wish they were here
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10. |
There Is One
04:37
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There is one
Who has been there since I was born
One who has seen
All of the things woven and torn
It's me
And I know better than anyone else
That I'm better than my mistakes
And I believe
Someone is on their way
There will come one who I can love
There will come one who I can love
And who can love me
In a room
With brightly-colored flashing lights
There is a flower
Blooming on the wall tonight
It's me
Won't someone come and pick me?
I am the shy, silent choice behind you
And I believe
There will come one who I can love
There will come one who I can love
And who can love me
In the meantime I'll be over here
Between a rock and a hard man
Look a little harder, I'm over here
And I just might give you all I have
There will come one who I can love
There will come one who I can love
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David Johnson Seattle, Washington
Acoustic pop music from Seattle.
profile photo by Watkins Photography:
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