March 2021
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the Coffeehouse.
a song about not dating musicians I don’t think you know how you haunt meI don¹t think you know how you touch meeyes across a crowded roomthis is our battlegroundthere is a possibility of bloodshed hereguitars across this crowded roomthis is our battlegroundit’s your song versus mine herethe sirens are our constant counter-pointthe sirens are…
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Terms.
Stocks jumped And so did the brokers What a jolt What a ride I just found out I got skin in the game And I’ve been hitting F5 like an amateur I’m showing my age With my subjects & glances And my choices in logos & pants I just found out I got skin in…
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Swan Song.
I sit watching you you’re watching me you’re watching him he’s watching you and watching one anotherBreaking time and breaking down and breaking in to all the thoughts we thought we had for one anotherI sat watching you you’re standing me up standing me down and laying down with someone otherI hate watching you when…
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Sundress Song.
Moon man to sungirl, I’m looking at your hair and thinking things won’t be the same forever Moon man to sungirl, I’m looking at your sundress and knowing things can’t be the same forever It might seem the faces and the names of the places we’ve stayed might stay the same but I know this…
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Strain.
incomplete and left undone the chord fragmented left unsung city-born and city-bred I’ll be lucky if I end up quick city dead the rats all mutter in the gutter in the sewer and the rush as they rat race home as a beast of burden I can carry my weight maybe I try too hard…
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Storm.
Storm It¹s the years first snow on the outside, and I¹m holding you on the inside… and nice try, but between us, it¹s an hour¹s drive. You know I have trouble with distance, you grow legends.. I just grow… distant. With the bus in the shop, it¹s quite a long walk. New Year¹s Eve was…
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Steel.
there¹s a lot of hands here no finger prints to be spoken of I fear my finger tips have all been worn smooth there¹s a lot of hands here and they¹re pushing and pulling and stroking and grasping I fear my palms have been worn too smooth too much road-kill to-night the path was clogged…
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Stay Close.
I’ve been searching the mirror And every day it is a new face A little older than the old face You are not welcome here And every day I use a new tool A little sharper than the old tool Cause scratch the surface doesn’t cut it You are not welcome here You’d think the…
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Spring.
written and first recorded for FAWM 2016 – Chuck Madd Ox verse added specifically for the album version on 2017’s “cicada”and is ©2017 Chuck “the Madd Ox” Maddox. I can’t believe This is the way it’s going down Glass houses on the ground and Stones thrown all around The only way that that can play out…
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Spiral.
I know I scare you , I’m leaving stains and traces all down your side I sketch spirals in your sleep I start on the rib and work my way in At my command they may run and smudge- I’ve always left mud most everywhere that I’ve touched. I place my hand to your skin,…