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Dancing on blue grass
Anxiously, I'm on the road again
to the place I know and love to blame
I look outside and see the trees fly by
I look up on the blue blue sky
Step touch, step touch, step touch, turn
I put on my dancing shoes and my feet start to burn
I look outside and can't deny
it's a blue blue sky
I long to go
Dancing on blue blue grass
under the green green sky
watching the water burn
and the ships fly by
The grass is green, the sky is blue
My feet feel heavy, my mind is too
I ached for it, my stomach aches
I won't keep dancing just for dancing's sakes
I step out and turn, I'm on the road again
Miles, money and hope all in vain
I know again that it could not have been
just blue grass and skies of green
I long to go
Dancing on blue blue grass
under the green green sky
watching the water burn
and the ships fly by
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Cartboardbox
03:33
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Cardboard boxes
I'm carrying my cardboard box
It's heavy and unlabeled
I take it to the storage place
I know
The guy at the front door waves me through
I know my way, I try to hurry,
try not to care about carrying
I can't wait to let go
My door looks old and dusty
Spiders built their nets on it
I take the time and wipe it clean
before I go inside
It's dark and I can barely see
the boxes in the corner
I push the lighter ones away
to find my box a place to hide
Resting in a quiet place
with pictures new and old
is cardboard box on cardboard box
and stories being told
‘Cause all my boxes are unlabeled
I put the light ones on the top
and here and there I take one out
and look at what's inside
Some of them are well preserved
pictures filled with colour
On other boxes time has fed,
left giant holes and pictures white
I take one look into the cardboard box
I just brought inside
A little peak is enough for now,
let it rest on the ground
I rearrange my set of boxes
to make sure they won't fall
I close the door and go back home
with a picture I just found
Resting in a quiet place
with pictures new and old
is cardboard box on cardboard box
and stories being told
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Fishnets
Woven from people's melodies
they harmonize me
Adapted time and time again
Know songs I heard and songs to be
They tie the strings of choirs singing
Learn the tunes and beats that fit
Rhythms and words still ringing
when you think you're over it
Bringing in the fishnets
Catching current mindsets
Reproduce heard melodies
Offering you shallow peace
So every now and then
I try to sing my melody
To make it pure, unheard before
Leave my net out at sea
The stream into the net goes on
and seems to drag it away
and the choir keeps on singing out
and doesn't care which song I play
Bringing in the fishnets
Catching current mindsets
Reproduce heard melodies
Offering you shallow peace
The swarm inside my net gets bigger
The choir's song gets dark and loud
I can't lose my net for good
so I join in singing out
Bringing in the fishnets
catching current mindsets
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Framed
03:29
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Framed
I've got a window in my room
It's old and jammed for quite some time
and I don't mind
In the night, the lights are dancing
I hear birds tweeting through the day
and I'm okay
I watch people walking circles
and people walk the line
and I'm fine
Framed in wood and paint
my view seems well defined
and I don't mind
I guess I'm
framed, spots stay blind
framed, space confined
frame by frame goes by and
I don't mind
Darkened sky, the glass shivers
I guess it's cold outside
and I'm alright
someone trips into my picture
crawls to meet the end
and as he gets there, he starts dancing
out of my frame, out of my sight
and I'm alright
Framed, spots stay blind
Framed, space confined
Frame by frame goes by and
I don't mind
Framed in wood and paint
my view seems well defined
and I don't mind
I guess I'm
framed, spots stay blind
framed, space confined
frame by frame goes by and
I don't mind
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Fred
05:35
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Fred
The city heads to rush hour
overtaking Fred
He isn't trying to keep up
keeps up his own pace instead
Ant Sam and his ant friends rush by
with sticks and stones on their heads
They got strong bones that are hard to break
and won't slow down while greeting Fred
Fred stops and tastes the flowers
rising from the ground
They smell so sweet, then up above
he overhears a humming sound
"Time is precious, could be wasted."
Freddy's way will take some time
Fred seems satisfied with it
On his way he hums and sings:
"Time is precious, could be wasted."
He sees Sam, no sticks no stones
with his friends again
Fred asks, why they are running still
"Time is precious, little snail!"
He finds a small taut thread
and he picks it like a string
and as he starts to sing out
the humming joins in
"Time is precious, could be wasted."
Freddy's way will take some time
Fred seems satisfied with it
On his way he hums and sings:
"Time is precious, could be wasted."
Past hour was rush hour
and Fred meets Sam once more
Sam had four beers and threw up twice
but seems just like he was before
They talk about the same old stuff
Sam starts to gesture heavily
He talks about his hill, his friends
about the way things had to be
"We're working for the greater good
for those who live when we will die
Together we pull on one string
and won't just one day get passed by"
Fred likes to say: "That's who I am!"
Sam sighs and both call it a day
They start to hear a humming sound
and hum along on their way
"Time is precious, could be wasted."
Freddy's way will take some time
Fred seems satisfied with it
On his way he hums and sings:
"Time is precious, could be wasted."
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Grounded
04:09
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Grounded
Drifting through familiar streets
filled with people you call friends
People you remember
or just got one glimpse at
Some are trying to rise
Some trying to touch down
Some seem to walk
grounded
You've been floating your whole life
with your friends floating by
and sometimes you think you can almost
feel the street
And you wonder what it's like
to get down on the ground
You feel being grounded
is what you need
Get your feet on the ground
Finally feel gravity
'Cause walking might be
just a step from here
but yet too far for me
Slowly, the street is coming closer
and with everyday that passes
you can't stop imagining
warm pressure on your feet
Then you think you know the street is near
You start to stretch your toes
You can't wait for the moment
you finally meet the street
You see people you call friends
people you remember
or just got one glimpse at
drifting on the street
You touch the ground for one brief moment
The ground goes down and you're still floating
You're drifting
through the streets
Get your feet on the ground
Finally feel gravity
'Cause walking might be
just a step from here
but yet too far for me
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Mr. Joe
03:46
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Mr. Joe
Mr. Joe mastered craftsmanship
started working day and night
placing brick on brick on brick on brick
building homes and shelter for those who cry struggle and fight
With every layer it gets thicker
and Mr. Joe smiles
He takes everyday's bricks
and for concrete he takes denials
Slowly dismantling
the house of Mr. Joe
Mr. Joe built my home, too
In the stove the fire danced
It warmed my skin, it made it thick
with the help of bricks it enhanced
With every layer it got thicker
and in the moment it got warm
But in the long run, I felt sick and
in the long run I felt the harm
Slowly dismantling
the house of Mr. Joe
To dismantle the house of Mr. Joe
removing brick off brick off brick
leaves you homeless, skinless, cold
leaves you moving quick
Leaves you longing for a shelter
where the fire thickens your skin
in the stove within your walls
neverminding where you have been
slowly building
the house of Mr. Joe
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My book
03:53
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My book
You used to say that it's my book
It says what I have said
You used to say that without you
it might have not been read
I used to think that existing
just for me is not enough
So I will continue to take your version
Keep on writing my on stuff
I used to think that it's my book
It says what I have written
But it doesn't mean what I have meant
The things I meant seem hidden
Words that won't be read
are words that weren't written
You used to say that we're evolving
We object to war and fighting
You used to say the walls have changed
and we learned to sell the writing
You seem to care for every book
You knock on every writer's door
And with your versions of our books
you get the book that you longed for
I used to think that it's my book
It says what I have written
But it doesn't mean what I have meant
The things I meant seem hidden
Words that won't be read
are words that weren't written
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Warm soil
04:52
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Warm soil
I feel the warm soil on my feet
as I take off my shoes
I close my eyes and start to walk
and start to fall and bruise
My hands are filled with seeds
that fall out here and there
I keep them loose cause in the end
they should be everywhere
The last seeds fall off my hand
The falling sun ends the day
I leave and want to be back soon
The last harvest feels so far away
Wandering through my own field
unknown to me again
I taste and smell and listen
through sun, storm and rain
I feel the warm soil on my feet
I see my field once more
Some plants gone bad, some seem to grow
into something I hoped for
I taste, I smell, I realize
my plants need time and so do I
I try to lean back and to listen
and water them before they get dry
The time feels right to harvest
My plants bloom brightly, I feel the need
to arrange them and create their taste
and feel warm soil on my feet
Wandering through my own field
unknown to me again
I taste and smell and listen
through sun, storm and rain
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