1. |
Ode to Indifference
02:27
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nobody cares about your problems
nobody notices the rash on your face, and
nobody thinks your bad at your job, and
nobody assumes you're in the wrong place
nobody cares about clothing
Nobody notes you're irrationally late, and
nobody judges your for how you eat pasta
we're all too busy with our own plate
those judging you are very few, and
we all know they're doing so 'cause
they're a mess and think it's best to
judge the rest and not address the way they judge themselves
just wish them well and you can tell them
they're okay- don't mind the way they
try and guess your little stresses
they obsesses 'cause they're repressed and need a little help
nobody cares about your problems
no one remembers those times you made mistakes, and
nobody thinks you're a stuck up snob, just
try and remember to give yourself a break.
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2. |
First Day of School
06:05
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I am posing for a photograph
standing still takes self-control
my bag is big and I am feeling rather small
it's my first day of school
I am walking on a shaded path
the sun is warm and breeze feels cool
the world is big so much I have not learned at all
years have passed and in that time I've grown
I think I'd rather have stayed home
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3. |
Endings
03:28
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I got me a man,
and he's got me a plan to show me the world,
I'm his girl
I know how this ends.
not the first of boyfriends I'm onto the next,
it's not complex
am I in love
with my could've?
am I in love with pretending?
who is to say?
am I okay?
my love affair is with endings
so I play Juliet
for a day then I get bored onto a new,
and we're through
haven't met a match yet
where I came to regret being untrue,
it's what I do
am I unfair?
is he aware?
what is the message I'm sending?
who is to say?
am I okay?
my love affair is with...
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4. |
Laundry Day
03:29
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it's laundry day
and you know what that means
It's laundry day
the washing machine it cleans
the coffee stains
the grime and dirt
the mustard from
my pants and shirt
it's laundry day
and you know what that means
I live alone in a room not a home
I drink my tea as I wait patiently
no body calls I am no one at all
so I putter around watching snow to the sound
of the washing machine
it's laundry day
time to wash my jeans
it's laundry day
and every day it seems
I'm older then
I was before
I wish there was
a little more
then laundry day
and you know what that means
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5. |
Pretty Soul
04:09
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poor soul you are burning,
you're house is on fire
old soul you are learning,
face young with desire
my arms are aching for your fragile embrace
my heart is breaking for I cannot erase,
the flames that are traces,
of people and place,
whose absence replaces,
the love they once had
tired soul you're discerning,
every house is in flames
young soul you're returning,
to a place where we once would play games
youth is lost but the wonder remains
your loving heart graces,
the bodies and spaces,
your radiance faces,
a love that is sad
honest soul you are mourning,
as the world slowly dies
pretty soul you're the morning,
the sun will set then will rise
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6. |
We're Okay
04:05
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I know you well
you've changed and I can tell
you're gonna grow
I know
I miss the old you
I'm sad that you grew
in a world with pain
what a shame
too many people
too many places
one in a million
a sea of faces
I know that you're good
you think that I should
accept all this sin
and grin
I miss the old me
a person who could see
all that was bad
and sad
just say
it's ok
we're ok
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7. |
Valters
01:00
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Valters
the things he has made
with the tools of his trade
when will he get paid?
Valters
the love he conveyed
through the porridge he made
I'm glad he has stayed
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