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Is It Me (or Is It You)
04:01
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Is It me (or Is It You?)
There’s a face in the corner looking inwards with unseeing eyes
It knows that I’m watching, still the moment is uncompromised
It looks just like people, but there’s something that’s missing to me
A flicker or feeling to any degree
Through the haze and the wire there’s a world that I don’t recognize
Devoid of all meaning, unbuttoned, revealing, it’s burning my eyes
The lives overheating, suffocating, unforgiving, it’s painful to see
Such passion for freedom and brutality
And was it all so very long ago?
When I could endure the merry-go-round (around, around, around)
But is it me or is it you?
What goes around turns around
There’s a face in the mirror staring outwards with all-seeing eyes
It’s streaming the future, though the past has been compromised
We pillage the living, ever seeking, kiss and telling morality
Besieging all senses with apathy
℗ & © Lee Fletcher 2012
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The Inner Voice
03:40
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The Inner Voice
If it’s all the same to you I think I’ll keep my self-respect
I know it’s out of fashion, but I’ve never been in step
And while we’re on the subject may I ask that you return
The faith I lost along the way; the innocence that burned
It’s funny what the people say; they just don’t have a clue
That is if ‘funny’ is a eulogy to servitude
Some say time heals and though it’s true there’ll always be a scar
A dulling of sensation; a wishing upon faded stars
But you did me a great favour, in a melancholic way
The lesson learned and actioned for today
Is to take heed of the inner voice, and serve that impulse well
Have courage in conviction; break the shell
I put my trust in you; I felt I really knew your kind
And kindness blossomed from the weed-patch of your troubled mind
But the pollen was infected, and the honey not so sweet
With an aftertaste of folly and conceit
The curtain fell; you took a bow and nursed your open wounds
Pain self-inflicted, dressed with camouflage and partial truths
It must take boundless energy to suffer so thus far
I wish you well in solitude, but I don’t play with broken glass
Yes you did me a great favour, in a melancholic way
The lesson learned and actioned for today
Is to take heed of the inner voice, and serve that impulse well
Have courage in conviction; break the spell
If it’s all the same to you I think I’ll keep my self-respect
The pain got lost along the way; my innocence adjourned
℗ & © Lee Fletcher 2012
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Faith in Worthless Things
Empty station, early morning
This old world is barely born
Destination yet unknown
Tickets blank and fate postponed
There’s no better plan
We’re bound by time, though here alone
Many rivers run as one
Faith in shiny worthless things
Echoes of our future sins
Steel is rolling, life prevails
As daylight dreamers fan their sails
Fuelled by crumbs that furnish nations
Unified in isolation
Children crying, mothers braying
Fathers absent once again
All at one with situation
Circumstance breeds condemnation
Of our fellow man
We’re bound by time, though here alone
Many rivers run as one
Faith in hearts and violins
Echoes of our future sins
Dreaming of the perfect future
Tall on tales, and short on truth
Oh, to ride that other train
To graze upon the green terrain
Empty station, bathed in twilight
Our weary world shrink-wrapped in hindsight
Destination still unknown
No cards to deal, no seeds are sewn
Join the caravan
We’re bound by time, though here alone
Many rivers run as one
Faith to heal the cracks within
Praying for life’s worthless things
℗ & © Lee Fletcher 2012
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A Life on Loan
05:06
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A Life on Loan
“Work your fingers to the bone
For a workless life is lived in vain”
All the busy people play the game
Proceed to hell; do not pass ‘Go’
Marching up the hill all day
Fetching pails of water for the crown
Until the playtime whistle sounds
And blows your hallowed dreams away
“Work your fingers to the bone
For a workless life is lived in vain”
All the busy people play the game
And settle for a life on loan
℗ & © Lee Fletcher 2012
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The Number
03:15
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The Number
Hello, you’ve reached the number
Of my secret voice
And though I asked you not to call
Your instinct made the choice
Silence punctuates the air
As you listen, I am speaking but not there
You dial again
Our senses harmonize
Two distant hearts collide
I knew you’d call
I knew you’d love me
Hello?
Follow where my voice leads
Stranger on the line
I’ve known you always
No distance great or small
Can break the silence
Hello, you’ve reached the number
Of my heart and soul
℗ & © Lee Fletcher | Renée Stieger-Reuter 2012
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The Answer
03:05
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Miracles on Trees
04:30
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Miracles on Trees
Cheer for the snowfall; gather-in
For the seasons are aligning
Shedding Mother Nature’s silver skin
Bringing balance to the timing
Tears, ever flowing upstream
Earth’s asunder
With miracles on trees
The spectre of our world beholding
Years turn to seconds; life begins
Chaos order is unwinding
Placing trust in Mother Nature’s yin
For the yang will seal the binding
Tears, ever flowing upstream
Earth’s asunder
With miracles on trees
The spectre of our world beholding
℗ & © Lee Fletcher 2012
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Life's a Long Time Short
04:21
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Life's a Long Time Short
I gave you life
I wrote your melody
Infused your heart with mine
Our time is fleeting
A love so true is truly painful
A hurt that’s so divine
At once the symptom and remedy
There is no end
All time descends
The trick is not to care
And as you grow
I watch in rhapsody
The miracle you are
Inside I’m screaming
A brand new day
An old discovery
Dressed down in pink or blue
Same déjà vu tomorrow
Until the end
Our time descends
Contention falls away
Within your dreams you cannot hear me
All your mistakes are mine
Times past repeating
You gave me life
I wrote your testimony
Infused my heart with yours
Compulsive love and therapy
There is an end
Make all amends
For life’s a long time short
℗ & © Lee Fletcher 2012
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10. |
Long About Now
02:41
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