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Papa
03:17
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Oh papa, my Lord
what can really be said?
From the moment I see the sun
until I go to bed,
my mind is like a VCR
It can’t really be fixed.
A chump on the street
up to his same old tricks.
Oh papa, my Lord
Papa, my Lord.
Oh papa, my Lord
Papa, my Lord.
Oh papa my Lord
what can really be done?
Squeezing the life out of flesh
is how we have our fun.
And crawling up to the bin
with the urge to feast.
Warming up to the urge to win,
we become your beast.
Oh papa, my Lord
Papa, my Lord.
Oh papa, my Lord
Papa, my Lord.
Oh papa, my Lord,
I’m a boring block.
Joy falls away
as I begin to talk.
And seagulls fly
into the other sky
when they see this
ugly stranger walking by.
Oh papa, my Lord,
I don’t even know why.
Oh papa, my Lord,
I don’t even know why.
Oh papa, my Lord
Papa, my Lord.
Oh papa, my Lord
Papa, my Lord.
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I said I really love that song
I’m gonna have to write it naked.
To face virtue and sin
in twilight dim,
just to please my friend, the persecutor within.
She said are you just wasting time
in the room above the garage
on my mission to turn
some phrase to form my
ecumenical conception
I saw myself in the way
of the message then
found that I really couldn’t answer the question when
She said are you just wasting time
in the room above the garage.
Am I fortunate to be here?
Fortunate to be in your
ten by ten?
I think about it
less and somewhat less
than to you it may appear.
Is it all about the lesson?
all about how I won’t be tricked by fear.
Yeah I won’t leave until I’ve found it: sound
and how I need the need to hear,
And I’ve got my ear to the sky,
like the clouds depended on it,
writing your glories on a
tablet handed down from the apple store,
I’ll say the spirit broke when I slammed the door after
She said are you just wasting time
in the room above the garage.
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Seems like safety
Seems like success
How things seem
just won’t take you
where you got to get
In order to start
the day that’s next in line
you may well have to leave behind
your system of safety and success.
May have to throw away
cleverness today,
Let go of solid gold things
that seemed to be the best.
May have to let go of strangling thoughts
to feel any relief or rest.
In order to start
the day that’s next in line
you may well have to leave behind
your system of safety and success.
What seems like safety
Seems like success
How things seem
just won’t take you
where you got to get
A whole lot of busy creatures
are on the run, they wanna
re-produce themselves
they better get it done.
In order to start
the day that’s next in line
they may well have to leave behind
these gifts of safety and success
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4. |
Right Here With Me
02:34
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When I think of how it would be
to have Covid 19 and not to breathe
It’s like I forgot to breathe.
I see a futuristic dream
Anderson Cooper’s on tv
and you’re all right here with me.
you’re all right here with me.
What can be done?
We’re just glazed and scared or stunned
there’s no analogy.
I’m out enjoying the sun
six feet away the people run
and won’t say hi to me.
But that’s normal and ok,
I like to hide myself away,
but you’re all right here with me. .
you’re all right here with me.
I like the way the silence feels
It’s always there and always heals
if you’re into it.
I love the people in my life
I find that missing them is nice
and innocent.
But I’m not addicted to the life
I thought this spring was supposed to be
and you’re all right here with me.
you’re all right here with me.
I want to say one more thing
if I came down with this I’d bring
your spirits all right here with me.
all right here with me.
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5. |
Moving Water
03:29
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We're moving water here to there
We're moving water there to here
We're moving water here to there
We're moving moving moving moving
moving water
All I know
I learned from
my licensed pro-
fessional intern cater-
er, she could
swear like a sailor
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Carpet of Coal
03:35
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My imagination may be driving a silver car in moonlight.
How could I know?
My reputation’s probably traveling west toward a mountain range
(and then looking down at you)
Restaurant winds have captured all my senses
And now natural law has gripped me to the ground.
In a minute you’ll be singing the song of my life.
And i’m writing it for the bees in the hive.
I’m writing it for the winter-timing mantra
Ringin’ the bell and then finding me alive.
Yeah I’m pretending to hike and know my destination.
Pretending to get lost and then failing to hide.
A road leading to present conversation
or a hikers path both see me hit my stride.
A tone deaf singer in the lap of his frustration
holds the glimmer of success so firm in mind
The only chance of reaching his elation
is to open up the meaningless in-side.
In a minute you’ll be... daring enough to recognize the man
in a lifetime, you’ll tear him down to seize his soul.
And sit with him in a crown of music glory,
walk with him down a red carpet of coal.
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Pickup
03:36
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A truck with blacked out windows, your version of love.
A relationship is piling up, you can haul it away in your pickup truck.
We’re making a transaction in the street,
two masked villains convene in the Jersey heat.
One flat tire and a facile hand for hire,
one false move and you’re calling me a liar.
What is it I’m supposed to say?
This could happened any time, any day.
Why is it you expect to pay,
for what I’d really like to give away?
A truck with blacked out windows, your version of love.
A relationship is piling up, you can haul it away in your pickup truck.
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8. |
Who Is In That
03:27
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Who is in that fortress?
And who is in that head?
Is it a big boy, just like mama said?
And who is in that body?
What does that body do?
How is that thought about to poison you?
You love will now surround me.
Your agent is a mood.
All I need to know to get myself renewed.
The greatest kind of shakeup,
I thought I'd never feel.
And I may not know why,
but the relief is real.
Who is in that feeling?
Can you feel it too?
Can't tell if it's inside of me
or inside of you
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9. |
Smash the Music Down
02:40
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Lashed to this pole we’re wound around
You say we’re taking lashes from the pole we’re wound around
You don’t like the sound.
Deep in your abstract noun
you’re smashing the music down.
you’re smashing the music down.
Here I come again
There you go
You may not be led
where you wanna go
It should not be said
how you act on will power.
To the ear of raw frustration
the tone is sour.
Lashed to this pole we’re wound around
You say we’re taking lashes from the pole we’re wound around
You don’t like the sound.
Deep in your abstract noun
you’re smashing the music down.
you’re smashing the music down.
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Julian Cartwright New Jersey
Julian Cartwright is a songwriter, instrumentalist, composer and arranger based in the Philadelphia area. Instagram @julian.cartwright.songs
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