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Far now from the dark corners
Where they dream up
Some new misery for us
Offices that freeze all summer
And burn up in winter
They virtually ignore us
Sorry, I can't be a member
Of your subcommittee
It's not about the money
It's about the time surrendered
I can't get back from you
I've been giving them too much
Holding my head above rising water
Oh, I've given up too many moments
I should've spent with my daughter
One day, she will be able to say
What a messed up world we gave her
One day, she will put into words
How absurd all this is
Sorry, I'll be an empty place
At the table, and in that space
There's a paper tent with my name on it
Would it be alright if I
Just look up at the blue sky
For an hour, because
We know it will be dark
It will be dark by five
I've been giving them too much
Holding my head above rising water
Oh, I've given up too many moments
I should've spent with my father
One day, we won't be able to see
What a messed up world we shared
One day, I will find the words to explain
How much I loved it anyway
One day, she will put into words
How absurd all this is
What a messed up world it is
One day, I will find the words to explain
What a messed up world it is
Far now from the dark corners
Where they dream up
Some misery for us
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Like waking up in a haze
Buildings ablaze
Wiping the sleep from our blurry eyes
To see the whole human race
Realizing it's only a living nightmare
If we make it that way
See the sun, how it even lights up
A grey sky on our darkest days
Shed some light on our humanity today
Some people live with their eyes on the clock
Saying anything but what's really in their head
Some people finally get a moment of freedom
And they just stay in bed
For too many sunrises
I was fast asleep
Missing half my only one life
Of memories made to keep
Playa, playa, playa
One thing that never changed
Feel the rhythm
And it's keeping my heart awake
It's only a loss
For the ones who are not
In this moment
In this time away
From the same old same
Some people look up at the buildings and say
One day I will be in a corner office
On the top floor
Some people check their accounts each day
And think, no matter what I've got
I could use a little more
For too many sunsets
I was still inside
Working these bones to the last
Sweet minutes of daylight
Playa, playa, playa
One thing that never changed
Music of my spirit echoes
In every wave
The sun and the beach
And the sand at your feet
And the sound of the people
Making the most
Of the sweet minutes of daylight
For too many sunsets
I was still inside
Working these bones to the last
Sweet minutes of daylight
Playa, playa, playa
One thing that never changed
Music of my spirit echoes
In every wave
The sun and the beach
And the sand at your feet
And the sound of the people
Making the most
Of the sweet minutes of daylight
Playa, playa, playa
I will make it through this pain
Feel the rhythm
And it's keeping my heart awake
It's only a loss
For the ones who are not
In this moment
In this time away
From the same old, same old, same
We could use some time away
Making the most of the sweet
Minutes of daylight
How much of your life
Do you really want to take?
Do you really want to take?
Sweet, sweet minutes of daylight
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Annabel Lee
06:09
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It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love—
I and my Annabel Lee—
With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,
Went envying her and me—
Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we—
Of many far wiser than we—
And neither the angels in Heaven above
Nor the demons down under the sea
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea—
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
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Hope Jungle
03:43
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House is a wreck
Part hospital, part circus
But it's where I lay my head
Kitchen's a mess
A half-eaten jungle
But it's where we get fed
Remote visits
Twenty-four-hour attendance
The kind of tests
Where atheists thank God
So wipe baby's nose and hope
Whatever it is, it passes soon
Everything takes twice
As long as it should
Burning the day at both ends
I suppose this is
What Grandpa meant
When he talked of patience
Wherever you are, I hope
They're singing sweet songs
They're singing sweet songs
Twenty-four-hour service
God, I hope it's worth it
I hope my waking life
Was a good purchase
I know I'm not alone
Just isolated
We're all in the storm
Any time it's raining
So wipe Lucy's nose and hope
Whatever it is, it passes soon
Wherever you are, I hope
It gets better soon
It gets better soon
It gets better soon
Wherever you are
Wherever you are, I hope
They're singing sweet songs
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Painter Fingers Leander, Texas
Dream folk, indie pop, soft rock
The Truth Is a Hurricane arrives August
25th
Painter Fingers is the recording project of Travis Charles Hagan, a songwriter and middle school teacher from Texas.
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