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Windows and Curtains
04:52
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I got old, my friend
and sometimes I feel like a ghost
in a rocking chair
in my living room
I can never leave
from my window I see the world
but the curtains hide
my own quiet home
if I had one more chance to walk
I would simply run
I would grab my shoes
a worn-out jacket
old rags were enough
I would move and dance like the flowers
on a country road
oh my heart needs sun, rain and fire
I got old, my friend
and sometimes I feel like a ghost
in an empty house
in a wooden coat
I can never break
any part of my heart or bone
if I'm hard enough
I can die alone
if I had one more chance to walk
I would simply run
I would grab my shoes
a worn-out jacket
old rags were enough
I would move and dance like the flowers
on a country road
oh my heart needs sun, rain and fire
but I cannot move
old age is a weight
that cannot be lifted
so I wait and sit around
chairs with legs cannot walk
and far from the door
I wish I could find
a way to get out
if I had one more chance to walk
I would simply run
I would grab my shoes
a worn-out jacket
old rags were enough
I would move and dance like the flowers
on a country road
oh my heart needs sun, rain and fire
I got old, my friend
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Driving
I am driving away from home
yes, I’m trying
I am trying to find the words
to write them down
and tell you
why I left
and lost my way
again
I know that roads are like stories
but I do not listen
and I still cannot read the end
rain keeps on falling
mud and blood are strong, you see
and I keep returning to the place
where my road begins and ends
yes, I’m driving.
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3. |
The story of a rag doll
04:07
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The Story of a rag doll
she can wear any kind of dress
she can have any name you want
and her smile
hides her fear where you can't see
all that she lost
cannot be bought
she's like a doll
without a heart
she has no dreams
she feels no shame
and walks the streets
in her small scarlet shoes
you can tell her your secret wish
she can fake any kind of love
all her life
breaks apart when you can't see
all that she sold
cannot be found
she's like a doll
without a heart
she has no dreams
she feels no shame
and walks the streets
in her small scarlet shoes
she can hide behind a wig
and behind a lie
when she's pulled and torn apart
she won't sit and cry
she can mend a hole
lipstick can hide a scar
her silence is gold
maybe next time she'll try
to hide
and run away
just run home
just run away
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The Walking Scarecrow
Will I ever walk the unfinished road
made by the stormy wind?
Will I ever feel the smell of dust
left by the falling rain?
I’m just a rotten pile of straw
my open arms and hands
won’t scare the birds away
at dawn, I like to hear them sing
they speak about the world
and never-ending fields
I know distant lands
though I never left this place
I know all the names of flowers and trees
though I share my seeds with crows
I’m just a rotten pile of straw
my open arms and hands
won’t scare the birds away
at dawn, I’ll put on my hat and leave
they’ll show me all the roads
to the never-ending fields
can they take me there?
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The Lamplight
03:50
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The lamplight
leaving back my hometown and my street
packing my old suitcase
in the house
of my youth
I won’t forget the shape
of toys and bikes and pencil lines
when all the simple things
were hard to learn and needed time
I had plans and courage
to get out
plastic trains and railroads
on the floor
of my room
I won’t forget the smell
of books and dogs and candy bars
when all the little things
were big enough to make me laugh
there’s a light in the house where I lived and a song from the past
you can find my old dreams in the room where I buried my heart
as I look behind
I know that time won’t stop
I lock the frontdoor
and leave at nine o’clock
there’s a light in the house where I lived and a song from the past
you can find my old dreams in the room where I buried my heart
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