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03/06/2003 Entry: "i can see the ocean from where i sit"
i don't take that time
for reflection that i used to
but i'm sure i'll take it
if i feel like i need to
so my silence is penetrating
thru the whole car
and i'm reminded that i look better
when i smile ear to ear
can't pretend that i don't miss
the wasted faces of yesterday
the loving embrace of everything i see
all around me
and why don't i feel it now?
why is it like a memory i should visit in my head?
i know that you're here there and everywhere
but i can't feel it like i did before
long lost friends try to send me news
keep me together so i don't get the blues
i should just pray to god to get me thru
these times of heartache that i choose
so just give me some peace and let me know
if i'm there for you if my love ever shows
sometimes i can feel it and sometimes it goes
to someone else, to someone else.
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Artist: Karate
Album: Some Boots
Title: Airport
"Today the grass is like another green,
straight from heaven's garden,
like you've never seen.
At first glance it's like this place is on fire,
but it's just time for this dew to expire.
Most of the days I'm down near the sea.
People say they're not seeing me,
I miss them as much as they miss me. I miss
them just like they miss me.
Now yesterday I think he might have called to say
Hey, or just to get us all together on a Saturday,
to take some time come down your way.
But he's over on the North Side.
He can walk.
He doesn't need a ride.
I wouldn't pick him up anyway.
It's not not my town.
I don't know the way.
I see him out my window,
on a very different street where leaves fall
up in the Spring time, and the sun sets in the East.
I'm always late whem I'm visiting.
I can't remember where the station is.
What time will you be coming in?
I wish my town had an airport.
In 15 minutes we'de be at my door.
We'd used the time for a walk and some wine,
but these days I'm trying not to think about time.
I see him out my window,
on a very different street where leaves fall up in the Spring time,
and the sun sets in the east.
We hang out in the garden, away from phone calls,
strip malls-now I don't want to leave you behind.
It's just that grayed-out horizon.
Hey, don't you think it's time?"
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