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rude
03:01
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Sometimes all you see is how well or not the pen writes on the paper.
Sometimes all you hear is the breath between sentences.
Sometimes all you see is the piece of hair in their face.
Sometimes all you see is the perfection in them.
Sometimes all you see is how rude perfection can be.
I swear it's not some rare form of what we all may call jealousy,
I swear it's not an acquired form of what we all may term as jealousy.
Sometimes all you see is how well or not the pen writes on the paper.
Sometimes all you hear is the breath between sentences.
Sometimes all you see is the piece of hair in their face.
Sometimes all you see is the perfection in them.
Sometimes all you see is how rude perfection can be.
I say she's good and you all agree
I can't believe you did that without first consoling me
I said that to get you to disagree with me
Devalidate my jealousy
Cover up my jealousy
I wanna kill her metaphorcally, you know that would validate my jealousy.
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Woke up this morning to a new sense of time, read my old words found my old mind.
Please no more changes.
Woke up this morning to so many loose ends fraying, praying for....
Please no more changes.
Run everything through your filter again, it doesn't quite taste right.
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bridges
04:11
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Which to seek? Of which to think? Where to start? We are weak.
No regrets right? So I don't... I feel like I've only gotten bigger, stronger, more self reliant... Only slightly confused, hoping that it's not as dismissable as it seems to be to you.
Never like that, never so fast. Never so random, never the freedom.
What bridges are we burning here?
And what is sleep comparatively?
What bridges are we burning here?
And what are we comparatively?
I have found now how silence can scream.
It can scream in confusion joy and utter disbelief.
What if I liked it all, what if I think I'd do it again?
What if it was different?
Never like that, never so fast. Never so random, never the freedom.
What bridges are we burning here?
And what is sleep comparatively?
What bridges are we burning here?
And what are we comparatively?
Which to seek? Of which to think? Where to start? We are weak.
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trust
03:47
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I fall all over myself and into your arms.
Clinging to a word and you look me (oh my god) in the eye.
I say trust your heart and if you fall,
Clinging to my hand and you look me (oh my god) in the eye.
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paper and language
03:49
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What if I've overlooked the answers to all I seek, written in paper and language alike, am I missing the point?
Someone keeps tapping my shoulder, I turn around to see nobody there.
Nobody stands there to whisper me secrets,
secrets they knew and that I'd never tell,
Maybe there's nothing to ask anymore
Maybe there's nothing to life.
Is something so plain, be something significant? Are these words droning on or do you comprehend?
Someone keeps tapping my shoulder, I turn around to see nobody there.
Nobody stands there to whisper me secrets,
secrets they knew and that I'd never tell,
Maybe there's nothing to ask anymore
Maybe there's nothing to life.
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6. |
in doing nothing
03:55
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Before I start I would just like to know what you think this will be about.
I won't be hindered by you. I won't live around you. You'll hear what I'm saying.
There's so much you do in doing nothing. There's so much you are not hearing. There's so much you are not feeling. Waiting on the line for you to wake up.
You should know the rules by now. I sure do hate to be the bearer of bad news...
Not having rules is a rule in itself, don't leave your conscience sitting on a shelf... Bring her in, yeah -- she'll stick up for you... Bet you think this has nothing to do with you.
Remove yourself from every situation.
Remove yourself from understanding.
You can bet this is just the start of what I wanna say.
There's so much you do in doing nothing. There's so much you are not hearing. There's so much you are not feeling. Bet you think this has nothing to do with you.
Waiting on the line for you to wake up.
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7. |
blind
04:21
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I can't move past that night.
You gave it to me then you took it away.
Are you blind to this?
Are you blind to all that we...
Blind...
You're just blind to me.
What did we share?
Did we share?
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secondhand story
04:38
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She sits at home dreaming, following the stars in her eyes.
She sits at home dreaming, never noticing the storm outside.
Let it be the straw that broke my back. Nothing more, nothing less.
Nothing more, nothing less than richness.
Don't wanna get depressed, don't wanna know.
Don't wanna get depressed, we can't have that... no.
It's only the country we live in, we give in too easily.
We live in, we give in, we lie and die in.
Let it be the straw that broke my back. Nothing more, nothing less.
Nothing more, nothing less than richness.
You'll see 87 is not such a big number
Refuse to disclose what you're doing with those prisoners
Here at home it'd be a sob story, a t.v. movie,
5-days after they got home so safely.
It's only twice what's spent national security.
It's always just a secondhand story.
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willing to share
03:37
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You've become that grace. You've had its face. You've given me what I didn't even know I was looking for.
You shared your heart... or maybe I stole it. Either way a part of it has attached to mine and you're always with me.
Now we are receiving exactly what we set out to give and I'll return a thousand times what you're willing to share.
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grace
04:49
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Please allow some grace to see me through this darkness;
Some faceless memory within my consciousness.
Hoping for a light of my own.
Hoping for something tangible.
I am locked in, my head is screaming again, untangle this vision so I can let you in.
Brightened slowly by some stolen light; fondling the walls to switch off of this dark black night.
Hoping for a light of my own.
Hoping for something tangible.
I am locked in, my head is screaming again, untangle this vision so I can let you in.
And I FEED this to others
And I FEED on it myself.
I am locked in, my head is screaming again, in this tangled precision, so I can let you in.
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11. |
where i don't sleep
04:58
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It's easter, I know.
Some strange timing
Please help me find passion for something
I need you
To meet me somewhere
Anywhere now
I will meet you half way
I was afraid to knock
I was afraid
It's late and you're the only one I know
After all, you know where I don't sleep
They haven't heard a laugh at dinner in years
After all you know what I mean when I say after all.
Did you know
You get a louder echo
Walking barefoot across the overpass
Please don't tell anyone I came here
I imagine I must look crazy
Maybe I will go home
I can speak to you on the phone
Curled up in the back seat
Of my dad's car
Someday you'll look back on this night.
After all, you know where I don't sleep
They haven't heard a laugh at dinner in years
After all you know what I mean when I say after all.
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Jenna Kole Richmond, Virginia
I am a songwriter from Locust Grove, VA.
I finally recorded a full-length solo album released in
April of 2019!
I have been busy with a few bands over the years. I have decided to also include the remaining recordings of those projects in this collection mostly so I can remind myself I have actually been doing stuff all this time.
Consider it my musical scrapbook.
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