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Wren
04:02
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fell a wren into the river bed
we buried it beneath the earth’s green grass
we met on the roof of your parents' house
you thought you were god and I did too
you have no reason for jealousy at the party on Halloween
and I am dizzy, dizzy, filling the room
on the floor of my bathroom you’re on your hands and knees
this is your sacrifice, your offering
you sing, you said, when I told you the truth
you sing, you sing…
you have no reason for jealousy at the party on Halloween
and I am dizzy, dizzy, filling the room
I waited and waited in the practice room
for something blue or new or used
and you were sad, sad, in your room
only a keyboard to comfort you
I heard you followed her home one time
when the sun hung heavy and bloated in the sky
and she just laughed, laughed, amused
and I just sat on my stoop and talked to the moon
you have no reason for jealousy at the party on Halloween
and I am dizzy, dizzy, filling the room
at the bar again you are drunk, drunk
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Deep Sea Diver
02:13
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then again darling I had the strangest dream
that you had returned from the depths of your sea
in the dream in the dream
you whispered, I love you, but I could not hear you
you whispered, I love you, but I could not hear you
I put it behind me now
foolish child was I, swallowed my pride
turned on the light, let you inside
I put it behind me now
I put it behind me now
I put it behind me now
you whispered, I love you…
but I could not, I could not, I could not…
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Joseph
03:13
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Joseph crying on the floor, he didn’t know I was awake
Sunlight tapping at the door, filling the room with heartache
Love is a piano and you said you were the keys
Love is a wind sweeping through branches of autumn leaves
I am alive and I am not alone
Can you hear the echo? Can I knock on your door?
Joseph got us a room in Amsterdam, thought I’d like it there
Find your picture in my wallet, and I wish you were here
Fame has a funny way of dragging people down
When I hear your voice on the radio the static makes such an empty sound
I am alive and I am not alone
And darling you lied when you said I was the last one
All along the canal, the tulips are in bloom
I lay down by the water, count the petals they lead to you
What were they thinking the one who said, ‘time erases pain’?
‘Cause I’ve been scratching the surface for years and nothing really has changed
I am alive and I am not alone
And sometimes at night, I remember who you really were
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Leyda
03:01
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The timing was off the night you knocked on my door
It was a terrible storm, the wind nearly blew my heart out
What good is snow, if only to erase the world?
What good are you, if you are only for yourself and no one else?
So scared and tongue tied, my fair weather friend
Do I place you back on the shelf or kiss you again?
Go on, as you like, we’ll continue this dance
Go on, walk right by, pretend I don’t exist
Faithless, out of sight, I descend
Through the dark of my manic mind, Leyda’s revenge
But I can see it in your eyes, the feeling’s there
And when you wander back to me, will I even be here?
So scared and tongue tied, my fair weather friend
Do I place you back on the shelf or kiss you again?
Go on, as you like, we’ll continue this dance
Go on, walk right by, pretend I don’t exist
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Leyda Buffalo, New York
Leyda is rock group in Buffalo, NY led by Saffi Rigberg and Jose Rojas.
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