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Been Here Too Long
04:51
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The world goes round blue likes green
like it’s always been
The rich man thrives and the poor man dies
The watchman of justice is bleeding from the eyes
We subscribe to hope but they send us doubt
As meaning now goes walking on by
Truth sleeps around grace loses ground
the voice of love leaves you without a sound
we burn the water to pour the fire
yeah but the loss leaks down to yr soul
Looking out at this lost place
I think we been here a little long
Yeah looking out at this lost place
I think we been here a little long
I know that you wanted it to be
A little better this time
I know I know that you wanted to see
a little different this time
but it’s not and I,
I can’t change, I can’t change that
I can't change that
We claim the part, we lose the whole
Yeah but you feel it right down in your soul
We burn the water and we pour the fire
Yeah but the loss leaks down into yr soul
Looking out at this lost place
I think we been here a little long
Yeah looking out at this lost place
I think we been here a little long
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Born for the reason that
reason leaves behind
searching for the truth
at the far east of the mind
soon I'll see forever I've been
temporarily blinded by the
sad logic of my long hurt kind
I want to always love you touch your
green things and blue
you among the wise
you among the few
transcendent spirit one day
up and flew
Chorus:
What is the use of this love, if not healing?
Is there no rest from the facts we've been feeling?
Worn from my wounds in the
heartbroken cities
all crowded with people divorced
from the mysteries
I looked many miles into
the eyes of the child
she stared right back w the
light of the wild
burning with a wisdom
so alarming I trembled
being from a world
yet to be assembled
I stopped to recall
how good it felt
observing the wealth of the
boy I knew who owned nothing at all
like that woman who loved you
held a living flower
to yr near dying hour
transcendent spirit one day
up and flew
Chorus
So sit back take stock unlock non-attack
Your dreams no means
fall down stand up one more locked door
push through pull through full of stars
bliss rise up cast yr ey-eyes
human being being human
Chorus
These sad schemata’s of the soul grown old
and all yr outworn modes of the self won’t hold
and I can’t be fine-tuned stray free same name
for the old pain that game blame and shame
but I've seen your need heard you plead
for a truth you disbelieve peace you don’t receive
till you come with yr mind wide eye
unconfined god coughed caught off guard
live soft she said but love hard
we all anarchy find the key feel the free
feel the free feel free feel free
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she is the wind he is the tree
she’s the swimmer he is the sea
she is the heart he is the break
she’s the morning plan inside the man
he is the the seed she is the shoot
she’s the roof he’s the root
she’s the fallen and the flown
she’s the union and the gap
she’s his own terrain he’s her only map
chorus
there’s more to the eye than meets the surface
these fears of the deep that really hurt us
she is the part he is the whole
she’s the sex inside the soul
she’s the sun and the flowers
he’s the space inside the hours
she’s the unborn stones
he’s the burning stars
he’s the noise late night in bars
he’s the flame she’s the faith
he’s the i am to blame
she’s the sign he’s the line
he’s the hunger she’s the thirst
he’s the damn everything must burst
chorus
she is the heart he is the break
she’s the morning plan inside the man
he’s her beyond right and wrong
she’s his yes if you dare
she’s his come won’t be long
the evening prayer in his poetic song
chorus
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Concrete Rain
03:41
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Clouds over congested cities
spread of human things
little wonderment in this slice of the soul
and the look in his eye
lately, it feels like its all in vain
everything falling on me
breaking round me,
dry ground drown me
like a concrete rain
love of the gamble now
guessing all the way
the ritual rhythm of the tide of hope
and the various games for love we play
lately, it feels like its all in vain
everything falling on me
breaking round me,
dry ground drown me
like a concrete rain
wow oh, concrete rain
like a concrete rain
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Sarah O Gorman Berlin, Germany
sarahogorman.co
Sarah O Gorman is a Irish singer-songwriter of soulful R&B.
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