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The Way We Left Things
03:49
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The we left things is haunting,
And I take the blame.
Responsibility so daunting
It's dwarfed only by my shame.
I quarantined our feelings
With issues I never overcame.
I sealed our memories in a lockbox,
And set everything else aflame.
I left you in Paris
At the bottom of the stairs.
Lights flickered in the hallway,
Punctuating our sad state of affairs.
What I perceived to be insults
Lovers spit as they depart
Turned out to be premonitions.
You had me pegged right from the start.
I left you in Paris
At the bottom of the stairs.
When I turn myself back around,
I hope to find you still sitting there.
I left you in Paris
At the bottom of the stairs.
When I turn myself back around,
There's but your shadow sitting there.
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2. |
Easier to Stay Sober
03:37
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To love you is to be hooked on the bottle:
I can leave you, still I crave you all the time.
I brandish your memories like my shiney one year coin:
Always close at hand,
Although they sting each time they graze my fingertips.
My mind tells me that I’m better off,
But won’t relinquish those old artifacts of you.
Stashed away neatly, but still with in reach,
I’m always on the verge
Of a relapse.
Though I’ve been losing faith in those
Twelve steps with which most addicts are engrossed,
I just might
Crawl back up them again
If it would rid me of your ghost.
I’d crawl back up them again
It it would rid me of your ghost.
The evidence which stood against this drunk
Was as incriminating as the smoking gun.
Memories with the bottle aren’t so fond, after all.
I was always blacking out
And letting myself down.
So it’s easier to stay sober than believe
I’ll never make another memory with you.
In spite of all of the reasons I left,
There were still reasons to stay,
And, just maybe, we both changed.
Though I’ve been losing faith in those
Twelve steps with which most addicts are engrossed,
I just might
Crawl back up them again
If it would rid me of your ghost.
I’d crawl back up them again
It it would rid me of your ghost.
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3. |
Curse My Brain
05:05
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I had a dream you were thrilled to see me.
We were desperate for the warmth of each other’s arms.
You disappeared, leaving the taste of your lips
And the sound of my name on your voice.
And I awoke, feeling so lost and cold.
I curse my brain for always being one step ahead.
I knew this day would come, but I wasn’t ready yet.
I had a dream you were desperate to leave.
You had someone you had to go meet.
From the look on your face, he was better than me.
I swear you smiled as you walked away.
And I awoke, feeling so lost and cold.
I curse my brain for always being one step ahead.
I knew this day would come, but I wasn’t ready yet.
I had a dream you came to take care of me,
But you spoke to me like you’d never met me before.
When I asked you why, you looked me dead in the eye
and said, “Because I don’t know you anymore.”
And I awoke, feeling so Goddamn cold.
I curse my brain for always being one step ahead.
I knew this day would come, but I wasn’t ready yet.
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4. |
Turn the Page
04:07
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I’m the fool who left
His foot firmly lodged in your door
To peer through the crack
In the hope to find what I’m looking for.
The table is set,
And I swear I hear your footsteps on the floor.
So, I hold my breath
And take the first step in.
So we don’t forget all the places
That we’ve been,
I brought along that book of ours
We started all those years ago.
That final chapter’s begging for another write,
So I turn the page.
I’m the fool who let
His mind run away with what you said.
I saw you holding his hand.
I heard you laughing in his bed.
I watched you kindle a flame
With those missing chapters
We had to shred.
It illuminates the tome
We crafted for so long.
Now I resign myself
To write this epilogue.
There’s no point
In droning on and on.
I scrawl these parting words,
And I turn the page.
I’ve clung to the noose of hope
To keep from falling in the grave of letting go.
Years from now as I read through
All these short stories I wrote on my own,
I’ll smile as our tale comes to its end,
And I’ll turn the page.
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5. |
Sleeping Dogs
04:21
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Well here I am
Doubting myself again.
Living in regrets
I should have laid to rest long ago.
So here I stand
In that memory where our paths diverged evermore.
If I could let sleeping dogs lie,
I’d sleep the night,
But if I let your memory die,
What’ll haunt my dreams at night?
These fantasies
They make for pleasant company.
I should move on, but
There are endless possibilities in the past.
So who needs hope
When your mistakes call seductively for your attention?
If I could let sleeping dogs lie,
I’d sleep the night,
But if I let your memory die,
What’ll haunt my dreams at night?
If I could let sleeping dogs lie,
I’d sleep the night,
But if I let your memory die,
What’ll haunt my dreams…
What’ll haunt my dreams…
What’ll haunt my dreams tonight?
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Blake Farha Berlin, Germany
Blake Farha is a native Texan singer/songwriter who has been playing and writing music for over 17
years.
Fueled by his transience, Blake’s vocal driven tunes are reflections of wanderlust, that ever elusive search for self, and the people he meets along the way.
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