1. |
Counting Down
02:49
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The trouble with these days
Is they go by far too quick. Spending time, wasting time.
And the days I don’t waste are spent ignoring you.
These days are patterns and
we fall comfortable into letting them roll by.
It is so easy to watch them go.
Counting down the moments till the days are over.
Starting over again. It might take a little while.
The trouble I’m having
is I can’t see where these days
are going. Placing all my hope in days
to come that do not include these.
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2. |
Lines
02:04
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Carving lines that will
be washed away
Forgetting all of the paths that we traced.
When the morning comes
the sun will fall into place
Leaving us with the feeling of
disgrace.
The wilderness will be
all consuming
with us wrapped up in misunderstanding.
What hope is there for us?
We make patterns that wash away
so easily.
Drifting on a hopeless sea.
Washed away like all the lines we left behind.
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3. |
Trouble Of Spring
02:34
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Do you hear the trouble of spring?
It leaves me restless in the middle of the night.
I can’t think about sleeping.
Nothing can talk me down,
All I can do is hurt and wait for spring to ease its grip.
I do not need you sorrow
New versions of the truth would do me good.
Failing that I will wait for summer days,
When I can swim in lakes in the heat.
I will wait for spring to pass
For all the things I did not do to pass me by.
For them to be forgotten completely.
I cannot recognise myself in spring.
I will not pretend that it is not ruining my mind.
But in time the world will spin.
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4. |
If You Miss The Morning
02:20
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If you miss the morning
I will remind you of all moments you slept through.
And we could watch the day fall of the horizon at the end of the day.
Repeating it all, without realising.
Our memories do not do us any favours. We will end
Up back here watching the light over the water.
Moving through the mess we have left behind
Maybe we can figure out how we got here.
But I’m never sure when the moment comes
That this was not the starting point.
Was there time before this? Was there a day
When I did not wait for you at the waterside.
I know if I missed you we’d only start again.
Running from this place only brings me back again.
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When the night ends
the sun will be so much more
in the eyes of the sleep deprived.
I cannot understand
Where I’ve been but everything
I’ve done has led me back to this
There was not warning
when all the world shifted.
Everything I’d seen got mixed up
with different memories
There was no warning then there was not light.
But when the night ends I might make sense
Of things again.
Burning out the dreams
The light comes creeping in.
All the faces, all the visions are frozen in time
The light will show me true how it's meant to be
My memories align for a moment
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6. |
Cherry Red
01:44
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Amber light
Hot hues that coat us in gold
The day coated in rose tinted sweet
Pill to swallow.
Isn’t it easy.
Cherry red
Night that burrows down
Itching under skin
Dance the night off
Dance off the cold feet
The need to escape.
Dense black,
The end. When darkness comes
Days will go out
Colourless, see through.
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7. |
Cracks In Mirrors
02:23
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Crack glass
And let the water
Spill and flow
Translucent as thought
And as impossible to catch
Stop thoughts from sliding
Slipping into darkened cracks.
Cracks in mirrors
Distort the light
And throw your image off
Where d'you go when thoughts are wild.
Chased and thrashing behind your eyes.
Crushed like drying flowers
Powdered rosy scent
That throws thought
To where things
Had happened.
The past slips away like water
Spilling from the glass.
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8. |
Daring
02:18
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Soft rose petal cheeks
Desire to be daring
Linger behind
Brimming but not being seen.
Steel grey eyes and stern gaze
that blazes in the light.
Ready to be noticed, to be adored.
She plays the game,
Settles powder upon her skin
Dulls her down
She hums a stagnant sound
Soft petal breath
Whistles past her lips as
Her ribcage rages out
In her dance, her closed eyes…
Song plays out in her mind.
A song letting the daring free
A shaking dance
Keeps her from the fall
Dazzling she moves making waves
And the soft dance is
Heavy grey
She hums the sound
With rose petal breath
And it whistles…
Giving off an air of being daring.
Throw her arms up
Soft melodic sway.
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9. |
World Bites Down
02:03
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Did the sun stop
The air got cold
So suddenly
There was no warning
The world bites down
Blood drawn and all the small problems
Are gone.
Wind came in heavy
And the rain batters down
We do not have the answer
And the world carries on
Caring not for us
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10. |
Bring Me New
00:57
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Please deliver your words to me
By hand, bring them to my door.
Fill my world with words
Music that will burn away the dust and dirt
I linger in.
Bring me new.
Fill my life with fresh.
Something different…
Bring your words to me.
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11. |
Pictures
02:01
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Shutter clicks
And captures us still
Framing people
Ones who we’ll never be again
Forgetting who we are here
Morphing into something
new so swiftly.
The day moves on taking with it, memories
Which will fade
There is no stopping
As to dark it descends
And the images are all that we have left
Pictures of people we forget.
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12. |
Sunflowers
02:40
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Sunflowers painted
On my skin. The flower with
Scratching leaves
Feathered heart
Facing down towards the ground
Awaiting the sun
They rise, they bloom
Growing hot in the summer blaze
Rising to occasion
Bringing up their
Hearts. Fire and gold mustard glisten
Centre deepen black.
Sunflowers scatters
Beauty as they twist to see the sun
(Drawn scratchy
On the page
It does not look real
The refracted image of you.)
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13. |
All The Faces
01:48
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A way of being scared no longer
This time it might
Just last.
The night boils
Like a photograph
Left in the sun
All the faces that I knew
Blown from my mind
Torn away
Take their words, please
When they go.
A mind gone blank
Sun bleached film
Turning me away from all
I know
Lost in the fog
Being scared is where I belong.
Lay low, fearful
Breath catching in my throat
And all I see
Is the night boiling away
To nothing
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Short Story Picture Book Nottingham, UK
Feb - Nov 2019
Liam James Marsh (music) is also Kid Chameleon: kidcham.bandcamp.com
Leah Short (words) also: leahshort.wordpress.com
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