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day 016 - moonlight
03:51
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yes i know i need to
but i rarely can
manifest the moonlight
in the palm of my hand
the evening
bleeds to morning without fail
and her tongue is callused
from the mantra that she yells,
"pick a lane darling, and start
pick a lane darling, and start"
is she growing tired
am i growing deaf
do i dare deny her
for my consequence
the wilting
of my body and my mind
while my muse is screaming
out my name the entire time,
"pick a lane darling, and start
pick a lane darling, and start
the blank page is carving
that hole in your heart
so pick a lane darling
this is who you are
this is who you are"
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2. |
day 036 - progress
05:24
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right or wrong
perspectives
sell your soul
for the objective
a grown adult
arguing
with a stranger’s child
guess who’s losing
don’t let today
bully yesterday
they don’t understand
progress
tomorrow will require
all our current strength
that today would love to give
and the past would love to take
so don’t pick up your phone
they’ve got nothing new to say
a question killed
the artists’ proof
“hey, what is best
for us all to do?”
i don’t claim
to have it figured out
but be afraid
of anyone who does
don’t let today
bully yesterday
they don’t understand
progress
tomorrow will require
all our current strength
that today would love to give
and the past would love to take
so don’t pick up your phone
they’ve got nothing new to say
don’t let the pain
blot out or erase
any dream you were
endowed with
progression comes in waves
while we sleep and while we pray
for our children and our wealth
learning to forgive ourselves
for a past that doesn’t change
while the present slips away
when i wake from my alarm
i will be thankful for today
i will be thankful for today
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3. |
day 170 - fifteen bucks
02:17
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fifteen bucks
from fourteen grand
thirteen times i swore i knew the dealer’s hand
falling in and out of luck
i bet it all
i lost the house
my voice is cracking telling you the real amount
falling in and out of luck
oh silent god
my final prayer
is not for wealth but simply to become aware
that the dream in fifteen bucks
is the sign that i should stop
falling in and out of love
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4. |
day 223 - little one
04:28
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i’m proud of you for waking up
i’m proud of you for holding on
the little things are good enough
little one
for walking into town today
and buying all your little food
and getting your appointments made
and follow through
may the emptiness of your soul
fill with just a single drop
a meaningless but hopeful thought
a smile as you carry on
no matter what your feelings say
there’s nothing that this world can do
to smother out or take away
the light in you
remember on the darkest days
just before you are overcome
we need the little things you make
little one
may the emptiness of your soul
fill with just a single drop
a meaningless but hopeful thought
a smile as you carry on
may the emptiness of this world
be filled with possibilities
the healing art that can’t be seen
without the light that you can bring
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5. |
day 239 - solitary mind
03:52
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complicated loving father
say a prayer for me
the one i used to sing
to calm my mind
treading out in open water
ruins solitude
the fire of my youth
is burning out
she was a day dream i never lived
picket fence for a couple kids
our amends and assurances
i’ve got to stop writing songs for her
cuz i’m not a victim of a crime
just of my fictional and solitary mind
cradled in my mother’s arms
i learned just what i need
a woman who can feed
and hold my heart
as a man, i still devour
all the love i can
the belly that she fed
is rarely full
but i try to live like i never cared
about you, or the things you said
or the smell of your sweaty head
so i’m gonna stop writing songs for you
and live out the safest story line
alone in my fictional and solitary mind
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take your time with the bright and early
the sun will rise with or without
your participatory mind
call it quits before i turn thirty
final split of the seal
hanging all my guitars up to dry
cuz i’m done being drunk on week nights
it’s impossible
to fulfill that role
friend to everyone
and prophet to the youth
so when i’m dead and gone
i pray you’d burn these songs
so the audience never gets
to choose
whether or not
i sang good enough
for you
pour some out for our fallen soldiers
having kids and moving
closer to their steady nine to fives
(oh no)
thursday morning and fifth mimosa
can’t recall her first name
or if we slept at all last night
guess i’m still getting drunk on week nights
i was twelve years old
when a man first told
me to guard against
the opulence of youth
now that he’s dead and gone
i’ll amend his song
with my fountain pen, a coda and the blues
when i tried to sing the song along
with my nephew
i messed up the lyrics and i
sang em out of tune
whenever i fail
i fail right in front of you
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7. |
day 300 - park bench
02:40
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could you hold on
util the doorman kicks us out
could you keep up
breaking bottles round this town
i could have drawn out every
goal and movement
but i’d rather fall asleep
on a dark park bench
is it normal
when it snowballs down a hill
am i grateful
for the close calls and the thrills
call me a rising athlete
if the shoe fits
but i’d rather fall asleep
on a dark park bench
would it cost me
more or less to settle down
resurrecting
all the goodness i had drowned
singing a melody
i learned in first aid
pumping my chest in time
while bystanders pray
throwing up water down
my chin and my chest
seeing my dirty hands
and all the years spent
just singing alone
on a dark park bench
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8. |
day 303 - cowboy chords
04:04
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some cowboy chords
a christian phrase
careful never to introduce myself
by my real name
my brand new shoes
but my bibles worn
let’s pretend we know what Jesus meant
by the rich and poor
with hands raised to nothing
i’ve never felt so pure
and i’ve never looked so obscure
i took a plane
across the world
to teach the africans it’s heaven sent
to play the cowboy chords
we laughed and sang
and they fed me well
and they parodied my western greed
like a show and tell
acting like neighbors
i’ve never felt so pure
and i’ve never looked so obscure
it’s halloween
and we’re in love
my mother won’t be home til the evening
after church is done
we fumble to
remove our clothes
and our hearts will sink
at the sound of the unlocking door
pretending im sorry
i’ve never felt so pure
and i’ve never looked so obscure
when jesus was in me
i never felt so sure
but i’m not looking for answers
anymore
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9. |
day 318 - sick days
02:00
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my nose is full of mucus
so i’m sorry for the sound
but i know there’s no excuses
not to write my feelings down
even though i’m sick, i might discover
that wonderful song of love
and that big break i’ve been dreaming of
that will make me thankful i did not give up
because there are no sick days when you promise
to write a song each day regardless
of how i feel or if you’ll laugh
i’ve got to write and post this crap
so if you’ve gotten what you wanted
consider leaving likes and comments
there’s nothing that i would love more
than that blue check mark for instagram whores
but who am i to criticize
modern celebrity
when i’ve barely grown my followers
and it’s day 318
(see you tomorrow)
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i never caught your sister’s name
or why she was alone
the comment on the pouring rain
was all that she spoke
the people i remember well
rarely gave advice
and never even tried to sell
that certain sweetness in their eyes
but the world is hard on
those who comfort
so we’re walking around
with chipped up shoulders
i used to think that strangers had
a peculiar disease
until you made the classroom laugh
with a joke you got from me
to think about my childhood
is to bring you back to life
i miss the way your smile would
bring out the sweetness in your eyes
but the world won’t bend for
softened soldiers
so we keep our eyes closed
while marching forward
i never start my car without
a big long heavy sigh
and thank the creatures in the clouds
that we got to say good bye
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11. |
day 365 - the garden
06:15
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i found miracles
in the garden that i love
my disease can be healed
simply by not giving up
there might be a god
in the garden who waits
for artists like us
to plant all our pain
oh i hear a voice
rising up through the dirt
saying i have a choice
between depression and work
and i’ll never know for sure
if god has children he loves
but i think that we warm the earth
when we sing as if he does
may every child of god
sing their true and deepest song
sing however that you want
sing aloud without giving up
may every child of god
sing their true and deepest song
sing however that you want
sing aloud without giving up
the songs in the soil
respond to our blood
so once in a while
kid, you’re gonna get cut
and you’re gonna heal
if you write or you don’t
but wouldn’t you rather
sing a song that you wrote
may every child of god
sing their true and deepest song
sing however that you want
sing aloud without giving up
may every child of god
sing their true and deepest song
sing however that you want
sing aloud without giving up
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Eric Davis Los Angeles, California
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