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The Simplest Thing
04:29
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Another day, Another dollar
And still I don't know whether to spit or swallow
The drive to work to earn some crust
The wants turned to needs and the needs to must
The traffic laid out before me in a stutter
We're chained along behind each other
Hands on the wheel, but the hands don't turn
My mind aches dully where it used to burn
But then the simplest thing
It breaks the wall of hardened skin
The tired eyes, they quicken to alert the soul -
Is there hope within this after all?
A few notes of a chord
A reflection, an idea, a light, a forgotten word
But the tired mind
My hired much maligned mind
Keeps on coming back to me
Keeps on coming back to me
What else could I be
Another boat in the sea
Travel the same roads each and everyday
Theres a groove in the road through repetitive play
My eyes catch on a distant plane
A passing lorry rattles the window pane
Return to the scene, the radio chatters
The newsman pretending something matters
Distant violence, pestilence, drought
While the traffic congests at the roundabout
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40.6.1.2
03:46
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The light streams in through the windows, he covers his eyes
And draws himself out from under the covers
He reviews the state of the woken world on his phone
Then sits on the bed, staring at his toes
40 years, 6 months, 1 week and 2 days
He can hear his son in his room singing songs about wrestling stars
His other son, in the other room, probably playing video games
Or making video reviews of video games
Or watching You Tube clips of other people playing video games
As he walks to the shower, his wife stirs from below the duvet
A wonderful mass of morning hair and bleary eyed beauty
She drops her head back to the pillow
Refuses to wake until she's had her first cup of tea
He urinates, flatulates, chuckles as he hears his wife stirring again
Wonders if she'll wake without the cup of tea now
Turning on the shower, the water dances onto his skull and awakens his mind
Thinking over the day ahead
And thinking over the days gone by
Recounting 101 missed opportunities
Replaying a list of top 10 of memories
But no regrets, no remorse
So there will be no great adventure today
There will be no wondrous journey
No existential crisis
No date with destiny
Not today
40 years, 6 months, 1 week, 2 days
He's walking down the stairs now and thinking about the film he watched last night
The president in the war room
The wayward, but gifted teenager
The star-crossed lovers
The grand heroic last stand of the converted criminal
He opens the fridge door in search of an inspiring breakfast
His sons walk into the kitchen
One the puppy dog bounce, the other the teenage scuffle
His wife makes her appearance - still yawning
Toast and marmalade
Cheerios and rice crispies
The light stream in through the windows, he opens his eyes
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3. |
Song 4
04:20
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the foot of the bed
the cliff edge to the shore
the cat, the foot, the claw
the soft compress of the paw
a seaside scene
a walk along the shore
have we ever been
I'm really not so sure
all of these thoughts just holding me down
the memories they beckon me
all of these thoughts just keep turning around
your memory reckons with me
but the mandolin
but the mandolin
the first
drop
falls
onto the first brick of the wall
the last
voice calls
I ready myself for the fall
how many times it comes to me, I've noticed
shattered piles of memories
that come to pass
scripts arrive, swift upon my doorstep
rewritten, bitten, fractured, torn up memories
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The Simplest Thing UK
Was in numerous bands some years back. Gave it all up. Now started writing songs again. But solo. And with a perspective
that reflects an increase in years and the inevitable onset of responsibilities.
Hoping to create something worthwhile. Hoping to have a voice which deserves to be heard.
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