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I went down to the park and saw a friend I knew
I said goodbye to him and wished I hadn't quit, it was a thought I had
I walked towards the skyline of the city
I felt the air go dry, thought of dying, thought of Carolyn
But no one tells ya, no one really tells ya, no one tells ya you'll feel this way
I walk knowing that I am not a poet
This summer is like glue on my freckled skin, don't I know it
My life is made of glass, and only I
Can see through it, I cannot be the tree in my own yard
But no one tells ya, no one tells ya, no really tells ya you'll feel this way
I went down to the park and saw a friend I knew
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Stars And Streams
02:58
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I've managed now to be a man
In brazened skin, by sea and sand
And fazed not the ocean stands
Before these poems I've made on land
The magic of a quiet dream
If only for one's self, it seems
I wish you felt the cold, cold rain
But you have never been that way
Stars and streams
Birds and leaves
Stars and streams
They can go anywhere
The deeds, the things we find to care
The stars above at which we stare
I know you've grown out of me so
But waters tend to pool and flow
I've climbed, I've loved this mountain tall
But here I am, not safe at all
These drunken streams I'm swum and dammed
Will there be more? I'm not the man
Stars and streams
Words and dreams
Stars and streams
They carry everything
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Neverland
03:47
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Down in neverland
I saw peter pan
There was no one there
I didn't
Wanna see
Down in Memphis Tenn-
essee my dear
I saw green grass
Spotted
With many flowers
Down in Rockaway
Next to nothing
I can see you
Walkin'
In a dreamland
Down in Malibu
By the old sea
I was lifted
Weightless
In the blue waves
Down in promiseland
I had lemonade
There were mountains
Invisible
All around
Down in Oregon
In your bedroom
We were lying
Happy
Just to be there
Down in neverland
Down in Memphis
We were smilin'
Loving
With our eyes
Down in New York town
By the water
I was thinking
Maybe
This is it, ma
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4. |
Life
02:34
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Friends of old I think of them
Now and then and when I’m sad
They were good and kind to me
I wish them well, wherev' they be
Lovers I had once before
Think of all we had in store
Dreams of lives together spent
The memories of time well spent
People I have passed in stride
Children I have seen that cried
They will never know my name
But I the same, and not to blame
Beers and wines I’ve drank my spill
Cigarettes and whiskey fill
Hear my words, oh when I say
Life is lived but day to day
Sister was a friend to me and
Father was a guide to me
Mother was a soul to me
But Luke he was a friend of mine
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Here we lay in human skin
The loving hours now far behind
Throes of hair by daylight stilled
Somebody's sigh before me fills the room
Smoke and sunlight in the dawn
I make my bed and she is gone now
And here the starkness and the room
Lurid thoughts before me strewn
Under the moon's white spoon
Under the moon's white spoon
Depths below the icy streams
Years removed from childish dreams
Inside condolences we've left
A little blueness still is kept
You want me here, there, near, but where
I need you closely like a bear
The times I've wished someone around
Are really more than I can stand
Under the moon's white spoon
Under the moon's white spoon
I haven't been here long, I know
These grisly brows bend to and fro
I've stumbled deep into the night
And my feet were dancing light
Oh, the semblance of regret
Is buried shallow in fernet
A glass for you and I tonight
Just one more cup before my flight
Under the moon's white spoon
Under the moon's white spoon
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Always, Forever
03:29
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The jaunts of our youth
And the puddles of time
Look distant and cold
In the glint of a dime
Though the music is warm
And the room is lit low
The shadows are always,
Forever, alone
The ghosts of our thoughts
And the fleeting white lies
Fall quiet like snow
On the boughs of our sighs
Here silence is old
And the Tetons stand tall
And the plains are forever
Always, at all
Always, forever
Always true
Won't be forever
Won't be just you
I have been under waters
I've swum in the skies
I've flown on the wings
Of both falcons and flies
And the wind it is heavy
It hollows and howls
And the heart it's not always
Forever a vow
The fabric of dreams
And the worries in vogue
Inside the mirage of
A body growing old
It's night softly blooming
It's holes in moonlight
The ending of something,
Forever, tonight
Always, forever
Always true
Won't be forever
Won't be just you
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In The Morning
03:18
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And the smoke climbed like evergreens
Piercing the shifting blue skyway
And un-seeming my thoughts were;
They quietly colored the rain
Under love's false horizon
I slander the stealings of sunshine
On the minds that surround themselves,
Bodies that feel like a shroud
Oh, the clouds they won't touch me
The sky it looks miles from its image
Like the past unremembered
And stories found fitting with time
And the coffee met gray eyes
Still dreamt with that softness of morning
Like a shapeless green river
Employing the wind as a sigh
In the dawn words and emptiness
Claw at the eaves of my window
And like a willow they bend to me
Staving the urge just to fly
All around famous compliments
Shower the morning with sweet lace
But the moments within them
Are met with both honey and tar
And the face of insouciance
Is flighty below the bare moon-lamp
But it gazes upon me
It refers my wings to the sky
Oh, the palms they're like lovers
Caressing the skin needing touching
And the rain it falls heavy
On sycamores, seedlings, and hives
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Goodbye
04:21
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There is no time left to sing
Failure and success, the same
Your thoughts and dreams wouldn't know
If you were a mountain or a crow
The death of liking company
The things we've been or couldn't be
And falling further down the hole
There's not a lot left to unfold
Giving time and taking love
Fearing that we may be loved
For what we perceive to not
Be the true form of ourselves
Feel the stillness of the storm
Keep that heart that you have grown
Take these hands into your home
Let me in and close the door
And your hair is growing long
It's how I like it, you seem strong
But in the fire you look old
Like a wise man growing old
So it's goodbye to the bottle
I never thought that this would end
I guess I'll always think and wonder
If I've truly lost a friend
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100 Years
02:46
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I won’t be around
100 years from now
My throat will close somehow
And I will be a cloud
Floating in the skies
I’ll never touch the ground
100 years from now
I will not be around
Drifting high above
Somebody down below
100 years before
I laid there on the shore
Oh I won’t be around
100 years from now
Yes I will be a cloud
A quiet in the loud
Oh I won’t be around
100 years from now
My throat will close somehow
And I will be a cloud
Floating in the skies
I’ll never touch the ground
100 years from now
I will not be around
Drifting high above
Somebody down below
100 years before
I laid there on the shore
Oh I won’t be around
Yes I will be a cloud
100 years from now
A quiet in the loud
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Paul Bergmann New Haven, Connecticut
In his relentless oeuvre-building, Paul has amassed an especially articulate kind of existentialism: what it means to persist, and to create, in a world which dies in the near distance. In No Masters in Paradise, the form of the songwriter’s ballad, in the hands of an expert, is turned inward for comfort, resisting the base lure of worldly approval. ... more
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