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Beginning
04:03
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I’m beginning to feel that I can get used to living this way.
Wasn’t given a choice, so it doesn’t matter much what I say.
I wasn’t given a choice in my birth
and I didn’t choose to come to this earth.
But I’m here anyway. I’ll make the most of my stay.
It is funny to me that we have to work so hard to survive.
It’s like getting a car that you have to pay off before you can drive.
What is the point of getting the car?
You don’t even have to walk that far.
The highway runs through the midst
of all the things in life you missed.
We’re so afraid of the world we live in
and we’re afraid where we’ll go if we sin.
What if we’re wrong and this life is all we have, there’s nothing more?
What would you use your time for?
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Dreams We Had
04:52
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The sun returns below the trees.
The cool breath of an autumn breeze
brings the leaves down to the ground
and then tosses them around.
We part ways to dream on different beds.
The same thoughts running through our heads.
At least I’m hoping it’s meant to be,
perhaps you’re dreaming about me.
The night is over, we return to earth.
To find out what a dream is worth.
Though I don’t have the right words to say
I’m hoping that you’ll
Stay with me, away with me,
we’ll form a world of our own.
If we stay here long enough
we might just it home.
Keep hold of me, grow old with me
and don’t forget why we’re here;
the dreams we had in different beds
persisted through the years.
How are we to survive all of the heartache a life can provide?
Through our lives we are shown that we are not meant to go it alone.
Sun drawing near, here comes the dawn,
but soon it will be gone.
And I’m still hoping it’s meant to be,
you’ll want to spend the day with me.
Stay with me, away with me,
we’ll form a world of our own.
If we stay here long enough
we might just it home.
Keep hold of me, grow old with me
and don’t forget why we’re here;
the dreams we had in different beds
persisted through the years.
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Electronic mind? Experiments are being done.
Synthetic soul? Could we manufacture one?
Dr. John Scott thinks he’s found the way.
He’ll create a soul someday.
Pain, love, and hate coursing through his copper cords.
Morality, emotion in a circuit board.
Dr. Scott sets his creation free;
a living robot he named L.E.E.
A complex set of right and wrong
won’t help L.E.E. feel he belongs.
Sometimes it’s hard to explain,
but L.E.E. feels just in his disdain.
Sometimes at night L.E.E. will dream the strangest things.
A puppet in space, a pair of scissors cuts his strings…
And the empty void he travels through?
God don’t take the bolts and screws.
At least that’s what he heard them say.
But was he programmed to decay?
L.E.E. feels pain, computes no cause.
Silently machine withdraws.
L.E.E. feels a sensation trigger something deep inside.
He feels the urge to cry, but knows he couldn’t if he tried.
He heads back to the lab and he extinguishes the light.
Can’t force the will to live, despite computer program’s might.
He won’t be haunted by his dreams tonight.
In passing days Dr. Scott examines L.E.E.
Now sign of error, electric or mechanically.
Conclusion rests on an anomaly,
but in silent prayer he offers an apology.
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White Noise
03:58
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You didn’t notice the song had changed.
I understand that they sound the same,
but I can’t help feeling that I’m to blame.
Is it my ears or am I insane?
Turn it down. Everything seems so loud.
Hear it play, but do you hear what they say?
Can you feel it? Anything at all?
The vibrations coming from the walls?
I can’t feel them, but I know they’re there.
In the background they are everywhere.
Turn it down. Everything seems so loud.
Hear it play, but do you hear what they say?
I’m fighting demons on the radio
try to ignore them, they won’t let me go.
Waves that are pushed to the background for most
knock me down, pull me away from the coast.
Turn it down. Everything seems so loud.
Hear it play, but do you hear what they say?
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Drifting Away
03:16
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Jane sat silently by the shore.
Didn’t want to tell me more.
I sat by her side, absorbing all the blame,
remaining silent, just the same.
Oh, does she want me to let go?
I don’t know!
Open eyes I can’t see into.
Won’t you let me in, let me through?
Blue crystal waters have turned steely grey.
As I stand by the shore,
you are drifting away.
I see you are drowning,
but I cannot swim.
I reach out to save you.
You grab my arm and pull me in.
Oh, does she want me to let go?
I don’t know!
Open eyes I can’t see into.
Won’t you let me in, let me through?
Blue crystal waters have turned steely grey.
As I stand by the shore,
you are drifting away.
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Carousel's Song
03:20
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Thought I’d go down to the fair.
No one I know will be there
and it’s been that way for well over a decade.
I guess that nobody cares.
Maybe we outgrew the rides.
It sucks they replaced the old slide.
And now what I see’s not what I thought it’d be.
Its glory days behind.
Maybe it’s in the air (I can feel it though, I swear)
Call it all make believe (But I never want to leave)
The carousel’s song played through rose-colored headphones
It came back to me.
The roar of the coasters, the screams,
the faint smell of gasoline,
the noise that is made in the penny arcade
can be heard from the putting green.
Maybe it’s in the air (I can feel it though, I swear)
Call it all make believe (But I never want to leave)
The carousel’s song played through rose-colored headphones
It came back to me.
The go-carts zoom right by the hall of mirrors,
I look into one and I feel the years.
No longer a child, no I have grown.
Here in this world that I have to face alone.
There’s no way to go home.
Maybe it’s in the air (I can feel it though, I swear)
Call it all make believe (But I never want to leave)
The carousel’s song played through rose-colored headphones
It came back to me.
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Modus Operandi
05:27
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It’s easy to see black and white
when you’re hiding in the dark.
The predator’s attention is caught
with the faintest spark.
That spark of light ignites
and starts a fire in my mind.
The jolt of inspiration
for so long I sought to find.
Taunting police, I need to get my release.
Threat rising higher only helps to fulfill my desire.
Bewildered, at a loss
you try to find out what I am
and I hope I don’t escape you,
but I know you know I can.
Taunting police, I need to get my release.
Threat rising higher only helps to fulfill my desire.
You come hoping to find
any trace that I left behind.
You try to get inside my mind,
but I know your M.O.
and I am two steps ahead and you know
there’s never any evidence after I go.
I love to watch you searching
when you’re desperate and perplexed
and I can’t wait to see your face
when you find out you are next.
You are next!
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Shooting Stars
03:26
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I saw the clouds roll in today
I’m not sure why I felt that I would be okay.
I heard the raindrops hit the ground
I’m not sure why it was, but I didn’t mind their sound.
Could you imagine falling from the sky?
Knowing for certain that you were going to die?
Having prepared and knowing that you’ve said your last goodbyes?
But no one saw you, you burned out way too high.
A streak of light from outer space
pierces the atmosphere as I stand it one place.
A shooting star has found a home
and burning up as it did, has never felt so alone.
Could you imagine falling from the sky?
Knowing for certain that you were going to die?
Having prepared and knowing that you’ve said your last goodbyes?
But no one saw you, you burned out way too high.
All the stars in the sky cry for a fallen brother.
Those of us down below hope that we see another.
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Cherry Springs
05:35
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Try your best to remember…
I guess it doesn’t work that way.
Life isn’t a tape to be paused and replayed.
But yet we seem to remember
we used to listen to cassettes.
It seems like that would be something that we’d forget.
Going back to Cherry Springs
fills my memory with things
that I didn’t even know I could feel.
Or at least I thought that I forgot.
They say you never can forget.
Why do you look so upset?
Did you forget about it too?
Almost like you never knew.
Maybe if we go back there
we’ll remember who we were.
Sometimes we lose sight
when memories are blurred.
Are you sad because you remember?
Because you let yourself forget?
Sometimes you’re so happy
that you look upset.
Going back to Cherry Springs
fills my memory with things
that I didn’t even know I could feel.
Or at least I thought that I forgot.
They say you never can forget.
Why do you look so upset?
Did you forget about it too?
Almost like you never knew.
There’s a part of you here
like a ghost image burned into an old TV.
Some of the stars burned out long ago,
but maybe that’s how you will be
shining here with me.
And someday far in the future
when we’re gone without a trace
maybe part of us will live on in this place.
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Hiding the Storm Out
04:31
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Nothing to do on a rainy day,
but watch the clouds roll away.
As the droplets race a track made of glass
and my pick comes in last.
Yes, I know my drop did lose,
but there was no one here to witness me choose.
Yet I stand by the loss and I don’t know why.
It’d be so easy to lie.
It doesn’t matter if you ever return.
I’ve finally learned
the storm that is raging outside
is all in my mind.
Sometimes people hide away
when the sky turns to grey,
but not you, you invite the storm in.
Then you ran away with him.
It doesn’t matter if you ever return.
I’ve finally learned
the storm that is raging outside
is all in my mind.
I close the blinds, hiding ‘til the storm subsides.
Senses belied.
Ask the weatherman to confirm the storm is real,
but the sky is clear.
It doesn’t matter if you ever return.
I’ve finally learned
the storm that is raging outside
is all in my mind.
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Don't Go Away
05:22
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Sometimes you’re waiting here.
Sometime you disappear.
Sometimes I forget it’s been years since you died.
Sometimes I close my eyes.
Steeped in darkness as the walls begin to form.
Details fading in, the memory reborn.
You are standing right before me, clear as day.
It has been so long that I’m not even sure what it is I want to say.
But don’t go away. I know you can’t stay.
Nothing seems out of place
standing in this old space,
but it seems to be just an old memory
because you refuse to speak to me.
Steeped in darkness as the walls begin to form.
Details fading in, the memory reborn.
You are standing right before me, clear as day.
It has been so long that I’m not even sure what it is I want to say.
But don’t go away. I know you can’t stay.
Was it just a dream or did I really see you tonight?
Are you checking in just to see if I’m doing alright?
Maybe you don’t speak because I can’t remember your voice.
Maybe there’s nothing to say, maybe you don’t have a choice.
Steeped in darkness as the walls begin to form.
Details fading in, the memory reborn.
You are standing right before me, clear as day.
It has been so long that I’m not even sure what it is I want to say.
But don’t go away. I know you can’t stay.
Don’t go away.
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Departed Light
03:29
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Blue eyes look up and see the dark skies
look up and see the stars in the night,
departed light.
But who would know that long ago
that someone would look into the same night sky
so far away?
Who would know that there was someone else in the same dark field,
Wandering off the beaten path after so many years?
Sometimes I assume you’ve been here
and I act like you should know,
but you don’t.
Be here.
Be here now.
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Mike Brunacini Jamestown, New York
Mike Brunacini is an American songwriter hell-bent on crafting wistful melodic pop with retro sensibilities. His melancholic lyrics disarm with their quiet introspection while his lush, cinematic string and horn arrangements transport the listener to sepia toned landscapes. ... more
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