1. |
Not Too Warm
02:36
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I’m not too warm
Just starting out
Or rather again
Inviting doubt
To my thanks-giving table
Please pass the pie
I’ll send it along
If you’d like a bite
If demos are diaries
And I must be a star
I guess I’m an open book
Till you know who I are
I’m not too warm
And though I’m closed up
I wonder how many blankets
Will be enough
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2. |
Anthem (Part One)
04:14
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If I write without pen and paper,
Could I stay detached?
And if I chose to leave you
Would I find a better match?
I’ve penned with my thumbs more than enough
To know that’s not the case
Why would I choose to leave you
If you were my favorite place?
Mmm, mmm.
Mmm, mmm.
It feels cryptic, far too concise
Just to jot out a phrase
To sum up our contributions
To our characters’ pages
There’s an anthem at my tongue’s tip
That I am itching to sing
In my mind, you are eloquent poetry
But I can’t get out anything
Mmm, mmm.
Mmm, mmm.
Maybe if I heard your voice,
I could be inspired
That’s how it was till month eleven,
When my voice retired.
It’s still in there, I’m still listening,
Just to hear a crack
Like a floorboard, I’ll keep stepping up
Till I’ve got my voice back.
Mmm, mmm.
Mmm, mmm.
If I write without pen and paper,
Would it still be real?
And if I chose to leave you,
How do you think I would feel?
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3. |
Blackberries
03:44
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If I were to be buried
I’d like a dark wood throne
I’d like my last night to be slept next to somebody
‘Fore I lay myself down alone
If I were to be contained
My ashes a delicate gift
Oh how lovely to see myself painted
As a surfer just floating adrift
The earth could comfort me softly
The worms could make use of whats unnecessary
And the beetles and bugs would deserve all my hugs
After planting me aside the blackberries
Would I make a bountiful harvest
For a mother and child to toil
Hundreds of years in the future
Once what’s me now is then known as soil
The earth could comfort me softly
The worms could make use of whats unnecessary
And the beetles and bugs would deserve all my hugs
After planting me aside the blackberries
Maybe I could be a savior
I doubt I’ll be in this life
But give my heart to a handsome scientist
And I’ll beat with such rhythmic delight
Who will have heard the musician,
What will they make of my voice?
Will I sing on, or will my song be long gone
What a blessing I won’t have the choice
The earth could comfort me softly
The worms could make use of whats unnecessary
And the beetles and bugs would deserve all my hugs
After planting me aside the blackberries
After planting me aside the blackberries
After planting me aside the blackberries
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4. |
Summer's Not Over Yet
04:05
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When the sun beams down
On your pale Irish skin
And it glistens off the tears
That collect on your chin
Know that it’s not long
For that “come, try again”,
But summer’s not over yet
Soon leaves will fall
And crunch at your feet
The slow steam of coffee,
A quick kiss when lovers meet
No longer a peel
Getting up from your leather seat,
But summer’s not over yet
If you’re like me, and you’d like it to be
Dedicate this one to you
If the heat makes the burn of your heart twice as
hot
Grab some ice and let it soak it’s way through
Your shirt, and your shorts,
Are delightfully soft
And the cool August breeze
Invites us to take ours off
Let’s soak up the moon,
October comes soon
But summer’s not over yet
Now the sun seems to set
A bit earlier, but still
It reflects in your eyes
And I’m hoping you will
Stay a while past
That grand ol’ flame lasts
Because summer’s not over yet
And if suddenly, you don’t want it to be,
Summer’s not over yet
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5. |
Captain
04:21
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There's a boat, and it is rocking
Greeting sounds of waves and talking
To the Captain, what's the deal
Is anything you're saying real
I sure hope that I can rest
Once I find a better nest
Are you listening, Captain dear
Or am I speaking far too near
These walls are poorly painted
The yellow lights are dull
I think my mind is tainted
My thoughts over the hull
Oh, ship, carry me
Beyond the sight of this rough sea
Is this bliss or ignorance
Self-hatred disguised as innocence
Don't get to know myself
So I thought I'd get to know you well
Or at least who I thought you'd be
I'm still hoping, we'll just wait and see
Faith is all you're asking for
And good, because I can't give you more
These walls are poorly painted
The yellow lights are dull
I think my mind is tainted
My thoughts over the hull
Oh, ship, carry me
Beyond the sight of this rough sea
These walls are poorly painted
The yellow lights are dull
I think my mind is tainted
My thoughts over the hull
Oh, ship, carry me
Beyond the sight of this rough sea
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Emma Bockrath Pennsylvania
Composer, jazz lass, indie gal, YouTube frog.
Artist photo by Ryan Anderson
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