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sadness

Thursday, September 21st, 2017

I don’t know what I’m doing
I’ve been standing still
I spend my life burning bridges
And digging holes to fill

You gotta get low-ow-ow
You gotta get low-ow-ow
To get high
You gotta get low-ow-ow
You gotta get low-ow-ow
To get high

Yeah, I can feel you with me in the darkness
Reaching out a hand to pull me through
Sadness used to think that it owned me
Now, sadness has got to share me with you

You gotta get low-ow-ow
You gotta get low-ow-ow
To get high

I don’t know how you do it
You’re the calm at sea
You find flowers in the ruins
And the good in me

You gotta get low-ow-ow
You gotta get low-ow-ow
To get high
You gotta get low-ow-ow
You gotta get low-ow-ow
To get high

Yeah, I can feel you with me in the darkness
Reaching out a hand to pull me through
Sadness used to think that it owned me
Now, sadness has got to share me with you

You gotta get low-ow-ow
You gotta get low-ow-ow
To get high
You gotta get low-ow-ow
You gotta get low-ow-ow
To get high

You gotta lost to let go
You gotta lost to let go
You gotta lost to get free for a minute
See clear for a minute
Let go
You gotta lost to let go
You gotta lost to get free for a minute
See clear for a minute

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the longest way

Wednesday, June 28th, 2017

(Then baby, I have got a plan
Let’s hit the road
C’mon let’s go
Let’s take the longest way we can)

I’d love to take my time
I’d let myself unwind
Cause sometimes it feels these wheels
Keep spinning at the speed of sound

I’d take the scenic route
Ain’t that what life’s about
I would stop and smell
Each and every single rose I found

I’m so tired of saying someday that we’ll do it
Grab the keys get in the car and let’s get to it

Let’s head north or east or west or south
Just as long as we go now
Let’s let these headlights slice the night away
Til the sun comes out
If all the fun’s in getting there
Then baby, I have got a plan
Let’s hit the road
C’mon let’s go
Let’s take the longest way we can

My heart’s restless but it’s true
When it comes to loving you
And that ain’t never gonna change
No matter where we are

This old world keeps laughing like it’s got us
Don’t know why we ever let it stop us

Let’s head north or east or west or south
North or east or west or south
Just as long as we go now
Let’s let these headlights slice the night away
Til the sun comes out
If all the fun’s in getting there
Then baby, I have got a plan
Let’s hit the road
C’mon let’s go
Let’s take the longest way we can

The longest way
Hey
The longest way
Hey
The longest way

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dear mr president

Tuesday, May 2nd, 2017

(I know this song is about George W Bush, but it’s impossible not to think/ask the same things these days.)

Dear Mr. President,
Come take a walk with me.
Let’s pretend we’re just two people and
You’re not better than me.
I’d like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly

What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
What do you feel when you look in the mirror?
Are you proud?

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why?

Dear Mr. President,
Were you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
How can you say
‘No child is left behind’?
We’re not dumb, and we’re not blind
They’re all sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell

What kind of father would take his own daughter’s rights away?
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?
I can only imagine what the First Lady has to say
You’ve come a long way from whiskey and cocaine

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye?

Let me tell you ’bout hard work:
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you ’bout hard work:
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you ’bout hard work:
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you ’bout hard work, hard work, hard work
You don’t know nothing ’bout hard work, hard work, hard work
Ooh

How do you sleep at night?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Dear Mr. President,
You’d never take a walk with me,
Would you?

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Artists M – S

sadness

the longest way

dear mr president

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