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If I Meant a Thing
03:13
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play me soft will you play me low
sing along to the words you know
and my raspy whisper on burnt CDs
hum the chorus remember me
shed a tear in your room
if i’ve meant a thing to you
static crackle long distance calls
hang the phone back up on the wall
you grab your coat and walk the dog
sing to december deep in the fog
think of me with nothing else to do
if i’ve meant a thing to you
watch a movie we used to watch
cry when everything falls apart
but please hold out for the final scene
they both smile, wave, and then they leave
that could be our story too
if i’ve meant a thing to you
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Double Feature
04:57
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all that you thought would last will end
yeah it’s sad
it’s been the blindest luck we’ve had
loving here
there’s a chance - there’s a chance
we might could slow it down with drugs
and be glad
in stopping time, you might as well reform the land
but it’s time - always time
in a double feature
with my favorite film
double feature
and get to change the reel
all that we’re scared of will be fine
just give it time
a murky future’s nothing new
we all know - we all know
that when we talk about defeat
looking out
we blindly stare down at our feet
sipping doubt
in this world - in this world
it’s just a double feature
with your favorite film
double feature
and get to change the reel
we might not know how good it’s been
i sure don’t
you might feel like we’ve reached some end
but you won't
and i burn - we all burn
for something else that’s just as grand
in our next years
some magic like the one we’ve shared
living here
it’ll come - it’ll come
just like a
a double feature
with our favorite film
double feature
and get to change the reel
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3. |
I Don't Know Why
05:05
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Every night when we were close i don’t know why but my heart couldn’t stay
Bust through my back then through the window down 65, just had to get away
I’d wake at 4:00 with you still sleeping to feel my lungs’ sporadic breathing
Even my core was mocking certainty i thought i felt when you would kiss me
Frozen by the progress and scared of the tenderness
Cause somebody's happiness once looked a lot like me
And there's comfort in loneliness and diving deep below the mess
A love that says it yields to rest could never really be
I’d steal a car, rather explode than face you now, now that we both know
Swim in the gulf and love the undertow to sweep me out in rhythmic certain flow
I don't know why I’m compelled to cry when all these things are undeniable
Who’d help me now? Who’d ever offer? A drowning man off-coast who's just a bother
Frozen by the progress and scared of the tenderness
Cause somebody's happiness once looked a lot like me
And there's comfort in loneliness and diving deep below the mess
A love that says it yields to rest could never really be
In 20 years when you write that memoir you'll harken back to where we both are now
You'll write your side just as you saw it and I don't mind if that turns a profit
You won't be kind to those rainy sunday mornings in our bed. the blissful boringness
You'll vilify the man with all his problems well here I am. yeah I've still got them
Frozen by the progress and scared of the tenderness
Cause somebody's happiness once looked a lot like me
And there's comfort in loneliness and diving deep below the mess
A love that says it yields to rest could never really be
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Joseph Mooradian Nashville, Tennessee
Joseph writes all the time and records some of the time.
His recent collection, Hummer, is
about shootings, smiling, the plummeting bird population, laughing, and even (unfortunately/briefly) politics.
When he’s not writing/recording, he keeps busy in Nashville, TN, with domestic life: reading, walking, working on his house, cooking/eating, and watching plenty of stuff.
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