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Bukowski's "Women"
04:49
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Spent a weekend in Berlin and gave every day 29 hours
And my body still shakes and my heart bang-beats at 200 bpm
Calm down mother I have tried to remember I’m just not that young anymore
But sometimes I feel as light as a feather and my body only knows how to run
Blame it on the whiskey on the E on all the loud music, anything to get away
Better to be on chemicals than to wake up and realize you don’t know what you’re doing here
But I can feel her looking at me before we fall asleep and it’s all I need to wanna be me
Because on lonely nights the silence is so loud all I can hear is my own insecurity
And I’m all ears but a part of my soul
Will always wonder when things will go wrong
And a lash from the stick means more than the carrot
But I don’t want to feel like this so please, please save me
Everytime I think of Sydney I can only think of Bukowski’s ”Women”
How someone so ugly and so plain had so much good hidden in him
But oh God if only art could save me at best it’s a source of pride
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I was thinking of a photo
It doesn’t matter of what
But I’d be shooting it fast and when you asked me how it turned out
I couldn’t tell you at once
Something that takes time
It’s been 54 days now since I wrote something
All this talk of catching the moment
Makes me think of yesterday
And all the brakes we stood on then, now we’re kicking at the gas
Dreaming of nowhere
It’s about time I tried, 5 years has gone by
Since I said I give this 5 years more of my life
Before giving up
Wasn’t it you that said it:
”I’ll catch you when you fall”
And I sang sometimes you have to let somebody go and pick themselves up
Oh Caroline, no
And Caroline no I don’t mean it anymore
Oh Caroline no, I don’t mean it anymore
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Candlelight
05:14
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She worries too much about tomorrow
I can’t stop thinking about today
You’ve got me strung up like a t-shirt on a clothesline
And it’s starting to look like rain
Her tongue does her a lot of favours
And at times her words really stink of gold
But do me a favour don’t waste them on a wreck like me
I’ve done worse than you know
In the candlelight we’ll mend whatever pieces we have left
I won’t let you fall apart
And on this broken sofa lounge we’ll find the hope we need tonight we’ll wipe the slate clean you and I
Her hair is rubyred at dusk
And boy, how she smiles when we wake up
You’ve always been the one in my dreams I just didn’t meet you until now
Hold me close or let me go
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Kids, don't die bored
02:56
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Days, days fade away I can see them reflect on my televisionscreen but oh what more to say there are never enough hours to a day
It's inevitable; you grow comfortable and old but with the clock racing by you can only feel slow
Every day past twenty you spend gathering weight
Credit cards and bills keep you looked in one place
And reality? well it’s no longer a choice, this safe, warm world is the only place left for you
No more tumbling like Alice down the rabbithole, no more mornings waking up and wondering where you are
No more days just staring dumb into a wall thinking of all the crazy shit you have yet to do
So here's some words for the new generation, cocky as I am to think you'll actually listen
Hey kids! Pack up and go
Spend days wandering lost until you find your new home
And when you’re all settled in start walking again cause it’s the only way you’ll get that itch out of your feet
You’ll lose things along the way, I can promise you that
And some of those I’m sure you thought you couldn’t live without
But when you’re old, when you’re comfortable and old
You’ll thank yourself
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If tomorrow I’ve woken up with no memory of who I was
Don’t remind me, don’t
Tell me I was good, that I was nice, that I was someone you cared about
And that I didn’t talk a lot but when I did people listened
And make up some story of how we first met and leave out the part where I hit on your friends
Tell me in my newborn haze – that was some other drunks mistake
Tell me I was sweet, I gave to the poor, I laughed too much and I danced til I was sore
I let no beautiful day go unnoticed away
Tell me I was good, at all sorts of things, that I loved the ocean more than anything
But not anyone
Tell me my TV it was just for show, and not something I almost climbed into, it was just for show
Tell me my guitar, a terrific friend, a work of art and not my way to fame, I never wanted fame, tell me I never wanted fame
Tell me whenever you asked me to talk you to sleep I would have a story for and you would dream so good
And make up some shit of how I had your back, how I would never let them push you around
And if you can say with a laugh
I’ll be glad you didn’t say it with tears
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