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Two Lines at Once
02:09
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Wings change. How to explain?
Thought locked inside a rock.
Water flows right by its side,
if you strike it but don’t talk.
It’s a miracle when you hear my speak.
I do it so often I drown myself out.
Pretty mystery, that’s what you get from me,
if you can read two lines at once.
Thoughts fade, but they stay the same.
Beggar’s grave or a wealthy soul.
I wrote a song to explain.
I forgot how it goes.
It’s a miracle when you hear my speak.
I do it so often I drown myself out.
Pretty mystery, that’s what you get from me,
if you can read two lines at once.
“Love” is a word like “this” and “that.”
Hide the truth behind them,
or it’s too bright to look at.
It’s a miracle when you hear my speak.
I do it so often I drown myself out.
Pretty mystery, that’s what you get from me,
if you can read two lines at once.
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Here is Your God
03:39
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Here is your God,
the one you accidentally dreamed of last night.
There are arguments to make,
but they are only clouding up the light.
Here is your God,
the one you’ve been talking to your whole life,
every time you whispered “please” in the dark,
and it felt right.
Yes, you can smile whenever you like.
You can help somebody, right now that’s tonight.
Make a mistake, and he’s still by your side.
Hidden colors remain in your sight.
Here is your God,
the one who makes you feel so angry
when an artificial power exerts itself
over the meek.
Yes, you can smile whenever you like.
You can help somebody, right now that’s tonight.
Make a mistake, and he’s still by your side.
Hidden colors remain in your sight.
You never belonged in this world of pain anyway.
Lucky for you the whole thing doesn’t even last a day.
Here is your God,
the one you accidentally dreamed of last night.
There are arguments to make,
but they are only clouding up the light.
Yes, you can smile whenever you like.
You can help somebody, right now that’s tonight.
You can give up, but he’s still on your side.
Hidden colors remain in your sight.
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Layne
02:47
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One, two, three
One, two, do I want to cut someone?
No, that's gross, but some daggers are hungry.
You say violence will be glorified,
no, it's more like a prophecy that must come to pass.
About that, do I want to be cut myself?
No, that would hurt. That would be scary.
But I know how some daggers are hungry.
What can be done when your daggers are hungry?
I walked past the angry room, saw Layne. "How are you, man?"
He asked me for a hug, and I told him I'd hug him
just as soon I can.
One, two, three
On, two, do you want to cut someone?
No, that's gross, but some daggers are hungry.
You say violence will be glorified,
no, it's more like a prophecy that must come to pass.
About that, do you want to be cut yourself?
No, that would hurt. That would be scary.
But you know now how some daggers are hungry.
What can be done when your daggers are hungry?
I walked past the angry room, saw Layne. "How are you, man?"
He asked me for a hug, and I told him I'd hug him
just as soon I can.
The morbid know God because we're friends.
If you're peaceful. If you're happy, content.
It can be tempting, can be easy to pretend
that your life will never end.
I walked past the angry room, saw Layne. "How are you, man?"
He asked me for a hug, and I told him I'd hug him
just as soon I can.
I walked past the angry room, saw Layne. "How are you, man?"
He begged me for a hug, and I told him I'd hug him
just as soon I can,
but there's a line.
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Wild
03:10
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God, reveal my heart, please.
Let me know myself as you know me.
Wild, and I want to be.
I’m wild, the way you made my belief.
God, reveal your head to me, please.
Let me understand you. Oh, let me see.
Wild, and I want to be.
I’m wild, the way you made my belief.
I know you’ve been waiting on me a while.
Suddenly all I see are your eyes. All I see is your smile.
Wild, and I want to be.
I’m wild, the way you made my belief.
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Matthew Allred Twin Falls, Idaho
Matthew Allred is a Renaissance Artist interested primarily in novel-writing, but also visual arts, other creative writing, and of course--making music. As a musician, Allred is primarily interested in creating unique moments and emotions that mix the familiar with the unknown. ... more
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