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--Oh, That's Right….I'm Alive--
Yeah, so i think what happened was, i got a bit wrapped up….wrapped up in the thought of lives as whole, completed entities… their perceived worth and validation being in relation to the values and standards and burdens of others who came before…a thought not within this life's current moment, but a projection from the now, upon the extended states of being, focused on the past and future, near and distant….and the sum of all those parts. Though these factors warrant a great deal of distracting, consistent consideration, one of the more simple, vital, basic facts about this whole situation, is that you're a conscious receptor of this glorious world. Ya gotta remind yourself of it, and realize once again, while singing……
Oh, that's right…I'm Alive
When I see those sights, of which there ain't no words to describe,
I silently speak, with my own two eyes
Oh, that's right…I'm Alive
The cumulative scent of the city, sent out upon, the autumn air,
comes to my window and sweeps into my lair….
I ride on by,
Dan's ghostbike,
I flash a peace sign
I ride on by,
the WTC,
I flash a peace sign
Oh, that's right…I'm Alive
I sit in silence, eyes closed,
and become one with my body…starting from my fingertips and toes
Oh, that's right…I'm Alive
Open your eyes and wide as you can, and inhale through your nose as deep as you can,
place your warm hand on your chest and feel your heart beat….
ain't it sweet…..
I ride on by,
our old two windows,
now aglow with the light of another,
But the light we shared,
with shine on without compare,
I blow you a kiss through the shit,
I blow you a kiss through the shit,
I blow you a kiss through the shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit
As all of existence is nuzzled up beside me,
I know I've got nothing to fear,
because I'm there with it….
here
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--Windows--
Crack open the window just a bit and,
let some of that cool air come on through,
Let it mix with the atmosphere in here,
making the moment true
Here we are, what's done is done,
Ain't no telling, what's still to come,
Windows present and invite to the world,
Know life has always just begun
I awoke,
just as the earth was exposing our part of it's surface to the sun, again,
Birds, they sang,
as I stood listening with gratefulness by a window in the quiet house
So many thoughts, So many feelings, So many…situations……
So many circumstances, so very few words to give them any, justice at all
Electric light, from the hallway,
bleeds in through the cracked open door,
radiance from the twilight-infused sky,
glows, through the window
And they come, they come together,
blending on the ceiling up above,
A balance between our dirty, confining machine,
and limitless dreams
Night settles down,
and the windows, begin reflecting back in,
Living a sparse, a sparse, simple life,
in order to allow the constant consideration of many a complicated query
Well I've got intense intents, of just what to do, in the future's present tense….
but from whence, will the free-flowing certainty commence?
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--Tryin' To Get To Nirvana--
Out so late, there ain't a trick or a fiend around,
I go home and I hold something precious and alive, shadows abound
In a park, on a bench by a river,
I take note from the growing grass how to silently exist, in the midst, of so much sound
And I'm just trying to get to nirvana,
I cannot articulate, how much I wanna,
Get to nirvana……and nobody's used that word, in a song since Cobain's been a goner,
Alone, late a night, breaking my back, mopping some asshole's floor,
well sometimes you gotta compromise, some of your desires, to get by and become, the devil's-dollar's whore
Coasting down the Manhattan Bridge, on my bike, over that river,
I release the handlebars and spread my arms, and for a split second I could've sworn, I was soaring
I'm just trying' to get to nirvana,
i cannot articulate how much I wanna,
Get to nirvana…..and nobody's used that word, in a song since Cobain's been a goner
Hand-rolled cigarette smoke fills the room, each precious, passing moment, wastefully burns,
cuz I got many a memory, weighing on me heavy, and the future's always a source for concern
But I ain't no master mystic, meditator, or drug-taker, but I need to experience unity now, in an ego-free state, where the boundaries between the self and others disappear, and I can start letting people close before it's too late….
I'm just trying to get to nirvana,
I cannot articulate, how much I wanna,
Get to nirvana,
I think I may have to email the Dali Lama, or some shit
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--It Ain't No Fun--
It ain't no fun when the sun keeps beating you down, and you're trying to walk around town
Ain't it true, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Ain't it true
It ain't no fun when you're trying to find some honest work, but people perceive you as a jerk
Ain't it true….
It ain't no fun when you think true love has finally come, but now she's gone and you got no one
Ain't it true…
It ain't no fun when you gotta live in mortal fear,
cuz virgin-fiending men, brains awash in anger, plot against your city, from far and near
Ain't it true….
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--Springtime Evening--
I need, someone,
with whom I can spend, this beautiful,
beautiful, beautiful, springtime evening
And we could go, for a stroll outside,
Find ourselves a seat, and sit outside,
We could get something started…
blossoming and open-hearted, blossoming and open-hearted
And we could gather our convictions, which have now risen to the surface, of the profound,
And we could share, in the warming air,
And to the significant stints, stages and phases, of our young lives,
This would be fair, to compare
I need, someone I can touch,
Someone who just can't stop, touching me,
And we could take that, two-part key, on down, to the dusty door to ecstasy,
the dusty door to ecstasy
The sun, slowly sets through the trees,
Set on the kinetic stillness, surrounding you and me,
Our spirits resurrected now, along with the leave, due to natural, cellular electricity,
natural, cellular electricity
And we could gather our convictions, which have now risen to the surface, of the profound,
And we could share, in the warming air,
And to the significant stints, stages and phases, of our young lives,
This would be fair, to compare
Bring it down…….
But for now, I'll just have to go solo,
Now mere minutes from night, we turn on our lights,
Calming whispers of quietness rise,
Enchanting zephyrs swarm my euphoric skin,
as I struggle with how to keep this peace eternally within
Eternally within…….
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--Always, Without Fail--
Always, without fail, Always without fail
I'll make it home tonite, through the tunnels of trees with their rustling leaves,
under the ancient sky, tonite
My commandments, with be the conclusion of, my own, conscience alone,
folks keep talking, fates all being the same, desperate for answers, making crazed claims
Always, always……….without fail, always without fail
I'll look out onto the skyline of my mind, and find, those landmark women of mine,
standing tall, standing strong, standing the test of time
Recalling that night when I had to carry you,
no, you couldn't make it, it was just before they buried you,
Well I'm here for you now, just as I was there for you then,
I'll be in my body if ever you need me again
Always, always…….without fail,
I'll make it home tonite, through the tunnels of trees with their rustling leaves,
under the ancient sky, tonite
Always, without fail
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--The Closest I've Ever Been--
Dangle some string before the cat, which he playfully attacks,
Cut some vegetables, boil some brown rice…makes a meal cheap, wholesome and nice,
Make love to the city on my brother my bike…he keeps me free and he don't impose fair hikes,
Have a three-hour-coffee-and-cigarette…I got no woman or money, but you know, I don't fret
Because…this is the closest I've ever been, to everything
I gotta lotta free time, for being mindful of pure existence alone,
Attempting to forget the names of things, and the numbing sense of familiarity
Dangle some string……….
At times every inch of the immediate world, feels to be the oldest, truest of friends,
and in noticing a little piece of it's beauty I know will go overlooked……
my heart, it swells for it from love
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--Much of What--
Much of what has come to pass,
has lovingly been built to last,
though placed in the past too fast,
there's only so long, there's only so long you can fly your flag at half-mast
Strolling beneath an umbrella,
I wanna be some new girl's fella,
I don't have much to sell her,
besides my thoughts, besides my thoughts,
Oh, I've got go much to tell her
You asked me if I wanted to talk about it,
so I did, and you said, "holy shit,
lets find us a comfy place to sit,
and rest our bodes for our minds,
for we must remain brightly lit"
The priest said he was scared, too,
just too sensitive to make it through,
He said, "just follow the subtle, sacred clues,
and try to make some sense, try to make some sense,
of what life does to you"
Now I'm wondering where life has taken,
that girl of whom I am forsaken,
It was a pure love we had been makin',
and we seemed to be together, together forever,
Oh, how I was mistaken
So, much of what has come to pass,
has lovingly been built to last,
though placed in the past too fast,
there's only so long, there's only so long you can fly your flag at half-mast
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Second release from Brooklyn-based songwriter Colin Ford, under the moniker of "Drawn to Light". Enjoy!!!!! Check out the lyrics!
released September 12, 2013
