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Save me, I’ve been waiting to see if you’re quick to be, the one to pull me out of the street before the lights have time to reach.
Voices in my head say if you weren’t there then I’d be dead and I’d love to thank you when, I pray before my bed, cause we laid you down to rest.
Save me, you saved me.
I peel the seconds apart, I take a step but I don’t get far, they electrify your heart, but it won’t start, your eyes are dark.
Save me, same me, save me, save me.
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Lucy
03:25
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You may love me but it’s only in your mind’s eye; no I can’t come over right now.
Kiss her while she’s young, but God can’t make you love her.
And I heard what you had said but it’s all in your head; don’t be rash when you open up your chest for me.
Cause your dress is all I need, you don’t want me.
Lucy oh what beautiful skin, the kind you’d like to sink your teeth in. I did not plan to stay the night but you’ve kept me here so I might die.
Don’t say this is wrong when you know it’s your fault; I told you twice that this isn’t up to me.
Cause it’s one thing to be free, but from here you just look cheap.
Lucy oh what beautiful skin, the kind you’d like to sink your teeth in. I did not plan to stay the night but you’ve kept me here so I might die.
The doctor rushes in and finds out how it ends, how we should’ve listened.
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Sleep
03:38
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Sleep my angel; God needs you to rest. Sleep my darling, cause we need you at your best.
So tell me everything about your destiny cause I’d really like to write it with you.
Sleep my friend; I think you’ve had enough. Sleep my head; the bottom is where this bottle stops.
So tell me everything about your misery cause I’d really like to feel it with you.
Sleep my father, and don’t tell me it’s okay. Sleep my mother, and I promise to hang on at least one more day.
Tell me everything about all that you see cause I don’t see like you.
Sleep.
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Some Kind of Hurry
03:47
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You sit and wait and hesitate my love.
I make your day the only way I know how.
You speak my name and it sounds the same as if we’d never made love.
So won’t you tell me how you can sit down when it’s all around you?
I blend my words and make them slur and show you what it is to hurt.
It’s half past three when you leave me like you’re in some kind of hurry.
So won’t you tell me how you can sit down?
And won’t you, turn around, cause in this town, it’s all around you?
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A Song for the Young
04:50
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I wish to write a song for the young, and tell them to listen and hold their tongue.
That there’re so many things for you to learn, before you know it you will have your turn.
I wish to write a song for the old, and tell them that their story will be told.
That there’re so many things left unsaid, and stories to put the little ones to bed.
Once you fade away you will only be the words you’ve chose and things you leave.
I wish to write a song for the earth, please take care of the children that you birth.
That there’re so many hearts that feel alone, and fathers and mothers who don’t share a home.
I wish to write a song for the One, who says that He is planning to come.
The One that will save us from all our doubt, the One in which all war is about.
Once you fade away you will only be the words you’ve chose and things you leave.
I wish to write a song for my love, and tell her she is all that I dream of.
That there’re so many reasons we should kiss, that she means much more to me than I admit.
Once I fade away I will only be the words I’ve chose and things I leave.
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Mindless Banter
05:26
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I’m not myself; I have reason to believe that I am someone else with much more on his sleeve.
And I’ll grind my teeth; I’ll protest against me because I don’t loose sleep thinking of somebody.
Some years ago I was one of the good ones, a Sunday wardrobe to hide all that I’d done.
Now it’s been so long since my last confession, so you sent someone just to get my attention, well
There just is no way, this will be okay.
Still we don’t speak, and I don’t come over because I’m just too busy trying to stay sober.
What would I greet you with? All the mindless banter; “How have you been? Because I could not be better.”
There just is no way, this will be okay.
King of this world, tell me something holy. Because I’m dying to know; what else is there for me?
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My Words
04:26
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My words are parked right outside,
But a thief broke in and now my tongue is tied.
There’s no good place to park when you’re on your own.
And everything turns dark when you’re all alone.
So I head downtown to a place where I know I can go and not see you.
But I’ll see you around, maybe soon just not right now,
And in a while I’ll be able to speak my thoughts out loud.
There’s no worry when your freezer makes a holiday,
And soon we’ll be very very very far away.
Could you lend me a hand? Would you be so kind as to
Understand that I’ve got other plans in mind?
So we head downtown to a place where we know we can go and be happy.
Be happy after sundown, so maybe soon just not right now,
And in a while we’ll be sprawled across the cold wet ground.
So bury yourself in your books and your bonds that you’ve made from all your conversations on the lawn.
And tell all those stories that you’ve never told; the boys of the new and the boys of the old.
And if you’re alone and you’re feeling sad just raise up your glass and say “yea I’ll drink to that.” Cause what’s one more night in this place? And what’s one more unfamiliar face?
Cause you can run but you can’t hide, my words are parked right outside.
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Golden
04:29
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Open eyes and nervous hands, while we stand in your room.
Weak knees and rosy cheeks, lips so sweet they’ll ruin you.
A soft kiss for a soft soul, we’ll grow old and tire soon.
You can beat the love out of me, and don’t say, “please” cause I want you to.
And I’ll call you in the morning but for now let’s not say a word,
For silence is my golden rule and talking can get you hurt.
And if either of us should bother we’d only make it worse.
Your bed is cold but your legs keep me warm, I need no more than to lie with you.
Were in deep by the words we speak, talk is cheap even if it’s true.
And I’ll call you in the morning but for now let’s not say a word,
For silence is my golden rule and talking can get you hurt.
And if either of us should bother we’d only make it worse.
I know that we should feel bad but how else are we to learn?
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Before September
02:53
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And I’ll always be here now.
You need to know that I’ll be just around what ever is in our way.
I will move whatever is keeping me from getting to you.
I’ll break down the walls that nothing gets past so that we have a fighting chance of making this last.
Our thoughts are in the basement; we have no time.
My rides awaiting I haven’t paid a dime so let me cough out this statement;
Insignificant lines like, “you know I’m yours and I know that you are mine.”
You are mine.
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The Guest Room
05:35
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No don’t get up, remain as you were.
Please carry on, don’t let me disturb the worst mistake that you could ever make.
And I know it hurts, but that’s the price that you pay.
That’s the cost for wanting more, for needing more, expect the best but prepare for the worst.
No don’t get up, remain as you were.
It’s just another race for another face to get his hand under your shirt.
You twist and turn, but it just won’t work. There will be more but this will always be first.
And the lights were dimmed, but I could see just fine.
No words were needed just the space between the lines.
And the lies that were told, awkward silence without rest,
It seemed to me to take forever to walk from one room to the next.
I wish life was a dream, and dreams were real life,
And I would tell you everyday how you were wrong and I was right.
But the sun is still up, shining down with its light,
To let us know that it’s much safer inside.
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Jon Bell Alexandria, Virginia
Jon Bell is a songwriter, composer, and teaching artist currently residing in Alexandria, VA.
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