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Thank You
03:01
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Thank you - Oct 2018
It's a beautiful evening
Surrounded by helpers
When you are with me
I'm never alone
You give my life meaning
By being so selfless
You help me to be free
I want you to know
You are my angel
And you saved me, yeah
You are my angel
And you saved me
So I want to thank you
Cos without you I'd be in misery
I want to thank you
Cos without you there'd be nothing left for me
I want to thank you
So, thank you.
When dark clouds were looming
You shone rays of sunlight
My life became happy
I'm safe in my home
When people look through me
Your smile makes it alright
I'm charged by your energy
I want you to know
You are my angel
And you saved me, yeah
You are my angel
And you saved me
So I want to thank you
Cos without you I'd be in misery
I want to thank you
Cos without me there'd be nothing left for me
I want to thank you
So, thank you.
PRS: 332137LN, 50/50
Completion: Nov 2018
Writers: Michael Karns, Alexandra Skevington
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Exquisitely Yours
01:48
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3. |
Short and Sweet
02:18
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Short
Is a sad goodbye
A simple hug
And then you say goodnight
Sweet
Is a lover’s poem
Rhythms and rhymes
That keep the heart going
[br]
There may be a better way
To live your life every day
But I say be true to you
No matter what you do
Short
Is the time we have
Decades or years
To find your place on the map
Sweet
Is the loyal dog
By your side
Always ready to fetch the ball
Short and sweet
A way to be
A way to see
Abundantly
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4. |
Headlights On A Footpath
02:15
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5. |
It Felt Like Falling
01:48
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It felt like falling…
and the sky was an empty sea
There was no sign of stopping…
and all I could do was let it be
The stars spun around
on a merry go round
while the days were no different than years,
Losing track of the center,
in a fishbowl of winter
going numb to the wetness of tears
(Then the end of momentum)
It felt like dying…
and the endless night was the shape of me
There were no signs of feeling
and all I could do was let it be
The stars ran aground
with no lights and no sound
there was nothing but years upon years,
No sensation of center,
no end to this winter,
numbness has silenced all fears
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6. |
Roy Byrd's Groove
02:21
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7. |
I Don't Know
02:53
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I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
why I love you like I do
v1 Broken promises
lonely nights
torn apart
words rip us everyday
Bridge
After one thing or another
Nothing left for me to do
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
why I love you like I do
v2 Walk it out
Take it home
Talk it out
Hell just leave the thing alone
Bridge
Chorus
Repeat V1.
Chorus
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8. |
We Took This Day
02:40
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9. |
For
03:43
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For those times when you straightened your collar
on our way to the theater
and the warm evenings after French class
When the radio played
I Love You More Today
For the homemade ice cream
and throwing the ball
bicycling to college
and working two jobs
The plentiful snow followed by plentiful rain
and lush Spring
For the blanket of music
that carried us along
the magic of hearing
a brand new song
Holding our child
and then losing her
trying hard not to be bitter
Moving to the city
and a night life working
Feeling the separation begin
in a decade of apathy
Regaining hope with new friends
But once again losing on the edge of insanity
Moving and hoping
Listening more
For the music of spheres through our tears.
Grandly standing before the young pastor
stepping on the escalator once more
and after years of hardship and struggle
decades of contentment
You smile and say
We took our time
Thanks be
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11. |
Plain Black Wooden Frame
04:35
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An unflattering photo
In a plain black wooden frame
Never moving its location
Though nothing in it is the same
It rests upon my nightstand
I stare at it every night
Wondering how we went so wrong
Knowing we can’t make it right
All that’s left
Of me and you
Is a dusty photograph
Sits in its frame
The middle taped
I once tore it in half
That mem’ry
Of our special day
The picture torn and tattered
Sits in its frame
An image of a
Love before it shattered
I wish I’d never torn it
The way you tore us apart
The damage unrepairable
No way for a restart
There’s nothing on your nightstand
Your side empty every night
Do you regret what you did wrong
And you’ll never make it right
All that’s left
Of me and you
Is a dusty photograph
Sits in its frame
The middle taped
I once tore it in half
That mem’ry
Of our special day
The picture torn and tattered
Sits in its frame
An image of a
Love before it shattered
A memory once perfection
It will never be the same
Now heartbreak taped together
In this plain black wooden frame
All that’s left
Of me and you
Is a dusty photograph
Sits in its frame
The middle taped
I once tore it in half
That mem’ry
Of our special day
The picture torn and tattered
Sits in its frame
An image of a
Love before it shattered
An image of a
Love before it shattered
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12. |
Our Notturno
01:41
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1. Blue skies darken to black
Little flocks of swallows circle
Clouds receding out of our view
And we are in notturno
2. You come back to my thoughts
After all these advancing decades
This night is so special to me
Remembering our notturno
3. Twilight has it's own dance
And we once swerved together
Gliding there in the moonlight
In our own notturno
In our own notturno
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14. |
100
01:48
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One hundred years
One hundred coins
One hundred tears
One hundred kisses
From the dead
Gone crazy
dead gone wild
Living in your backyard
One hundred excuses
One hundred worms
One hundred conditions
One hundred concerns
From the rot
Comes shady
Rot comes life
Up pushes daisies to sky
You think you have the answer
But it’s 99 times wrong
When the one’s that you start with
Wasn’t ready meant to be the one.
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Michael Karns
is a songwriter, poet, and full-time musician living in North Texas.
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