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Time for trying to die
01:20
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Written by Kris Kristensen
Vocals: Kris Kristensen
The days of trying are over,
the time for doubt has passed;
It’s time for my mind to roll over,
to project what I want to have;
It’s time to stop worrying about failure,
say goodbye to “at least I tried”,
just go out there, make it happen,
allow the music to rise;
See the stage from which I’ll be singing,
let it out till the crowds will dance,
envision the streets in which my music,
will bring laughter, tears, romance?;
Feel the weight of that bucket that’s filling,
feel the sun sing along in the sky,
I spent a whole lot of years on trying,
now it’s time for trying to die;
Don’t give in to that nagging negativity,
saying “it’s okay to fail and run dry”,
let’s erase it all from our vocab,
for it’s time for trying to die.
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Ripples in your sea
04:10
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I’m not just your lover,
I’m a ripple in your sea,
spreading slow across your surface,
by a hand so tenderly;
I’m not just your lovers,
I’m and independent soul,
and I flirt with moons and music,
dont’t let my story go untold;
I’m not just a man, no,
there’s a playful child inside,
and traces of a woman,
I wonder, does she have your eyes?;
Walking graceful standing strong,
sometimes weak, head up high,
carry sorrow, joy and pain,
carry truth as well as lies
I’m not just a gentle face,
waiting around to be kissed,
part of me is that fickle creature,
disappearing in the mist;
And I’m not a traveler,
who lives and let live,
no I don’t believe in solitude,
I wanna share, receive and give;
And I’m not a stranger,
though we met along that way,
part of me feels I’ve known your gaze,
forever, and a day;
And despite the scars on my skin,
most are etched to the bone,
if you want, I’ll undress,
and show your;
I’m not a steady lover,
no, I’m intense in most of ways,
like rivers, like volcanos, like flies,
born and dead in May;
Thought it might not be forever,
I am here now with you,
to whisper, listen, laugh and kiss,
to dance to our tune;
I’m not just your lover,
I’m a ripple in your sea,
spreading slow across your surface,
by a hand so tenderly;
And you know what they say about ripples,
they might turn into waves,
but waves always settle,
so do hearts.
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Glitter girl
03:25
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Sitting in the cold and empty streets,
glitter flows from her wings;
She’s old enough to sit out here alone,
still, not old enough to drink;
Been smothered in your filthy words,beaten more than twice,
I think it’s fair to say, she had her share of dirt;
Now her body’s bruised, her mind is so confused,
but worst of all, her soul is crying, cause it’s hurt;
She’s old enough for hardship,
for receiving more shit than you can think;
She’s old enough to move on and forgive,
Still not old enough to drink;
And still she smiles,
and takes you in,
and still she smiles,
while glitter flows from her wings;
Left her home at 17, with enough scars for a lifetime,
but life, oh life, wasn’t done with her quite yet;
Found strength above to fight her way,
dancing long into the night,
with filthy words, grimy hands, thieves in the dark,
oh no, that shit ain’t right;
She’s old enough to make a dime,
where most would shriek and shrink;
But not old enough to drown her tears, no,
she’s not old enough to drink;
Still she smiles and forgives,
and takes the world in;
Still she smiles and forgives,
and glitter flows from her wings;
Still she smiles and forgives,
she’s not old enough to drink.
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4. |
Song for a quiet heart
03:37
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If there’s a song I could sing,
to make a quiet heart smile,
it probably wouldn’t be this tune;
Rather some kind of swing,
light as a butterfly’s wings,
about weeks that felt like years with you;
If there’s a song I could sing,
to make a quiet heart laugh,
to skip a beat and dance along with you;
Like that first time on that corner,
outside of that bar,
that made february Tuesday feel so like June;
But I got so many songs to make a dancing heart weep,
so many words to paint it blue;
And however much I long for one, however far I seek,
there just ain’t no excuse, for a careless fool;
If there’s a song I could sing,
to make a quiet heart trust,
it might have to be more profound;
Like that sparrow soaring high,
singing her poems to the sky,
with a warm, yet piercing sound.
But I got so many songs to make a trusting heart weep,
so many words to paint it blue;
And however much I long for one, however far I seek,
there just ain’t no excuse, for a careless fool;
If I had only one song,
to make a quiet heart sing,
you know, I’d play it on repeat;
I’d play it in your kitchen,
in your bed while you sleep,
I’d sing it out loud, in every single street;
But I got too many songs, to make a singing heart weep,
too many words to paint it blue;
And however much I long for one, however far I seek;
there just ain’t no excuse, for a care less fool
No, however much I long for one, however far I seek,
there just ain’t no excuse, there just ain’t no excuse,
there just ain’t no excuse, for a careless fool.
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