He’s growing roots in the soil
He’s growing roots in the air
He’s going nowhere this summer
He’s growing out his hair

He’s shaking the trees
And pounding the streets
Looking for all that is there

She’s building structures of wonder
She’s building structures of ease
She’s pulling in to the station
She’s making war, not peace

She’s damning it all
And gnashing her teeth
Down on her hands and her knees
Oh please oh please

Won’t you take us to church
Cause we’re all out of hope
That anything will ever change

We’ve placed all our bets
But the damn wheel is broke
And the truth just might be too strange

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I waited 31 days to put my mind in a haze. And here, now the circle is full. I couldn't go to the bar, though I could drive my car. Without a drink, I just didn't feel cool. And now I'm bak, I'm bak, I'm B-A-K bak, to my friends at the bar.

Sorry I went M.I.A. from the bar but I'll say, tonight I return. I'm not taking a cab. Hell, re-open my tab, I'm wantin that whisky that burns. Yea, I'm bak, I'm bak, I'm B-A-K bak, to my friends at the bar. Oh, 28 days sober. I'm glad that shits over. Going bak to the bar.

The material you are is multiplying. To save the most precious fragments, you’ll need more fragments. An elaborate design of your own, but not known by you, not now. Not now.

Your spine slowly bends. An inward retreat will be reciprocated by ghostly projections emanating from this dizzying dance we’ll call “yourself”. There’s a telos. There’s SOMETHING….

…it’ll run around inside of you, but it won’t be in any language you can recognize.

Was this the process that established your theme?
Is this agonism important only because it’s yours?
Do you need validating by universalizing it?
Obfuscation. Obfuscation.
From whence did I start? “Hardly a thing”, you’ll scoff.
I would tell you to stop, but you won’t. You want it to break.
You want to lose it. But there’s nothing else more precious.

And so you’ll fight. You’ll fight

Look man, things are never as good as you think so
Look man, things are never as bad as they seem
The hidden things are hidden for a reason
Go to sleep with hope and see what tomorrow brings

One time I gave a homeless man of a dollar
He looked at me with gratitude in his eyes
Then he stood on his own and offered me back 100
He said “I’m training all the people that kindness pays back in kind”

One time I stood with hundreds of folks at a raffle
One lucky bloke cried out when he won first prize!
All of the folks threw down their tickets and walked away
I collected them up, and I was first to win second prize!

One time I had an argument with my lover
I thought she was wrong and truly believed I was right
Turns out I didn’t know my ass from my elbow
I said i was wrong and now I lay down beside her each night.

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tatars

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Я боюсь писать плохие песни
Я боюсь выкладывать их в сеть
Каждый раз текст совсем не блещет
И в итоге у меня их нет

Хоть раз забей
И напиши плохую песню
Не сложно, просто верь
Однажды будешь ты хитмейкер
Хоть раз забей

Я хотел бы быть звездой в тиктоке
Я хотел бы собирать аншлаги
Но в тоге просто сижу дома
И боюсь что напишу не шлягер

I have a good life
Didn’t build it by myself
But I worked hard
Wouldn’t want to be nobody else

I could tell you about it
You might learn something my friend
But I can see you want to go dancing
You wouldn’t stay ‘till the end
Cause

Nobody wants to hear a love song
That takes twenty years to tell

Every song takes on that swelling of passion

But theres none about that passion spent well
Lets hear it for the grown men


Who raised kids. And still love their wife
Nothing better than that sweet satisfaction

Of knowing, you deserve your life


When love blooms. It’s a flower
The petals Cut life a knife.
long love is a wheat field
The bread you make sustains all life
Chorus
Hard times are a passing rain

You get wet, then you dry

The best gift I can give to you

is encourage you to tryyyyyyyyy

Well I'm waiting on a train back home
I don’t know when this line runs, or if a train’ll show
But I think that you’d like to know
What I’m doing, where my mind’s at and where I’m gonna go?

I’m riding through the countryside
Taking in the sights, talking with my buddies, me myself and I
I’m choking on my goddamn pride
Wondering’ if I’ll ever settle down and learn to love the ride

Well life goes by so fast
Everything’s ephemeral, Ain’t nothing built to last
And once you know the die is cast
All you can do is learn the lesson, and leave in the past

Well I’m rolling down that one way track
Fletching on the arrow of time, there ain’t no turning back
And I’m counting on a one-eyed jack,
To turn the tide of my misfortune, get me back in the black

But if I never draw that card,
I’ll make peace with just getting by, another boho bard
And when my train pulls in the yard
I’ll get to lay my burden down, and know my hand was hard

Well life goes by so fast
Everything’s ephemeral, Ain’t nothing built to last
But once you know the die is cast
All you can do is learn the lesson, and leave it in the past

Waiting on a train back home
I don’t know when this line runs, or if a train’ll show
But I think that you’d like to know
That I’m letting go of control, and going with the flow…

You don't have to put the bottle down
But maybe
Keep the cork in your pockets for awhile

You don;t have to quit smoking
But maybe
Don’t let “em ruin your smile

Moderation
Might be the key to living with yourself
Moderation
Might be the thing

You don’t have to quit lovin” but maybe
Find some love that fills you

You don’t have to diet
But maybe
Don’t eat everything every time

Break Am G
When it all comes down to livin with yourself
You gotta treat yourself like an actual person
You ain’t no goose
And you ain’t making no fua graux