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Little Pagan Heart
04:26
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hey kid wanna tell me now, what i wouldn't let you then
take my ear and bend it how, no one ever will again
what lit corner of this city did i miss and what's it all about
books just sitting on the shelf i memorized but couldn't read out loud...
aloud...time will take you out...time will take you out
can't you see i'm bleeding out and it's so hard to put the shit back in
lost but i still find my way around, where i'm at but not where i have been
walls get real when the day is gone...
hey kid feel what i'm putting on...time will take you on...time will take you on
taking a bath and changing
hanging all on a maybe
people i once knew are now, not so keen on coming out, i pretend this microphone’s, checking in when i’m alone, i don’t mind an empty room, filling up though meant for two, time is not a perfect plan, measured in a string of sand, die to live or live to die, what is more the point than why, keep your city keep your light, spend your days and spend your nights, roaming this your hallowed ground, hearing this your pagan sound
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Rumes
04:23
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oh, you ran into this room, you hid behind the door, and said leave it ajar, then crawled across the floor
you had to learn to walk, and forget how to talk, to get back up again, to know the space you’re in...
...leave your thoughts where your heart it should’ve been, and always begins...settle in with a chair and let these walls, lend breadth to your whims...
high, the ceiling disappeared, the things you could not hear, were drowned out in the sound, of music you had found, the faces on the walls, now changing one and all, and when those shelves fell down, the pages pages piled around...
...leave your mind where your heart it crept back in, and always has been...drill a hole in the wall to catch a breath, of nothing again...
when you opened up the door, ten years or maybe more, had passed though you pretend, a day it never ends, this room is now a home, a story etched in stone, a place where you can dream, but never get to sleep...
...fill your head with windows that do not need curtains and a view of something you invent...
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One by One
04:44
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i want to feel you standing still, if but for only just an hour i might gather up the will
i try to grow what i can’t kill, and though i tend and nourish, the harvest it just doesn’t yield my fill
one by one...we join a crowd of people standing there and staring at the sun
two by two...we try to walk it off and talk but still don’t know what we should do
i swallowed something i can’t taste, and tried to memorize the feeling of a feeling in its place
i take much more than i can take, eventually it all just piles upon itself and fades away
and that reminds me of a dream, they’re sitting side by side and eye to eye but seeing different things
day to day...we gotta think about and talk around whatever we can’t say
play by play...the setting’s prone to change but still the scene it seems to stay the same
why can I not dream while I’m awake?
(we get caught up in the lines, we keep it set to rewind)
(we let these hearts keep the time, we think it’s all in our mind)
(we save it up for the night, we think we’re wrong when we’re right)
(we keep our gods in the light, we keep our heads in the why)
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Keepers
04:18
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i want just this nothing more, a key in hand to every door
i came to life in a room i could never afford
this is the light that they gave
peace in the heart of a maze
no wilderness, desert or sea just the spaces we tamed
i’ve been alright, not sweating the why
for all that i know this is where the day ends up at night
i'm tempted to say, i like it this way
how every breath keeps the promise we otherwise break
here is the might that we may
a storm in the calm of a cave
no reasons to leave save the reasons there are not to stay
truth is that i lost the pulse, that for years led us sheep to the wolf
though to be feasted upon was a pleasure i’ll cherish the most
i’d venture out, so much i lost count
watching the moon trickle out from the sides of their mouths
got lost in the buzz, of what never was
so being alone in this bar makes me happy because...it does
watching it all go to ghost, with our toes in the water, toes in the water oh
finally hitting that note, with the music no longer, music no longer on
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To the Sea
03:35
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tell all your sorrow and wait til tomorrow to be what you’re wanting to be
sometimes a river can’t be followed, to the sea, to the sea
squander the change there’s still much to be made but don’t spend it on what should be free
sometimes a debt can be forgiven, for a fee, for a fee, for a fee...
for a fee...for a fee
oh dear, it’s charming and somewhat alarming, the way that you smile when you cry,
how is it that what i would call sadness, is just a sigh, in your mind?
island to island no bridges for miles though i guess it’s one way to learn to swim
darling i could never float, i sink in, but i can try, i can try, i will try...
i will try...i should try
flowers bloom, sun fills these rooms and swells
echoes loom, fall out of tune, pray tell
out of breath and maybe death can smell
what life is left, i take my debt and sell
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Baby Teeth
04:24
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seventeen i tried to keep...televisions in my sleep...just enough to help me stay...tuned in, lucid, far away...so much for the better, bound to not yet tethered
twenty-one the giants fell...foreign sirens cast their spell...brooklyn’s candied baby teeth...sunk in, made a, man of me...only for a moment, better left than stolen
skied though i, stayed inside, one must live, one must die...and one must learn to fly...as one must learn to die...one must learn to try
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Reasons
03:16
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tell me that something that nothing can turn into ghost...that upon one hearing that one can abandon their post...something less spoken to lighten the load that is born of too many faces that muddy the grace of a face well worn
give me a reason to die, or don’t bother asking me why, i want more time i feel there’s not enough time...give me a reason to go, or don’t bother letting me know, I’ve got to stay
thought i’d be changing the world as i age but i’m not...given to change, is it strange not to give what i’ve got...better a hill than a mountain to fill up one’s head...better yet still is a valley so one sees what’s up ahead
give me a reason to go, or don’t bother letting me know, i’ve got to stay...
give me a reason to live, a life i’m not willing to give, willing to just give away...living to live it this way...dying to keep it away...living to live it this way...dying to keep it away
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8. |
The Of
01:59
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i want to cozy up to something new and find
the strength to know that i can leave it all behind
this sense of permanence that lingers in the waves
of temporary highs, is always in the way...the weight
i touch the edges of these walls three or four times
to navigate the space in ways that ease my mind
oh dear it’s near I fear, I hear it in the buzz
of what this is instead of what this always was...the of
did it all for the love of it all...did it all for the love of the of
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Luis Betancourt New York
Luis Betancourt is a songwriter living in North Hero, VT. His songs incorporate a variety of guitars (acoustic/electric, baritone, bass), electronics/programming, and vocals to create a homegrown, intimate and sometimes experimental vibe. Elements of folk, pop, psych, & rock can be heard throughout. Besides his solo project, he also regularly performs and records with AVO and the Whiskey Spitters. ... more
Luis Betancourt recommends:
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