Autumn Break Patience

When you hear me knocking on the door,
you stay in bed and wait for me to come.
I slip inside the sheets — Don't say a word.
I'd give up anything to live again.
The morning's burning off — I'm burning down.
Will you miss me? Will you write it all down?
You are getting older, all the time — 
the city at my window speeding by.
Here and now I am, and here I'll be.
I got to get back into town again. 

miss me

Tuesday Morning (Ken's Demo)

Once considered at the center of sequential intent
We'd sever thoughts and heads of those engines of change
Who'd explain the game in paragraphs 
But oh how we'd twist and tangle
Another celebration, another severance, another calibration, to the recent level of a minimum expectation 
Here now we'd levy there's a certain level of a natural inclination
That's to be expected
to dilute is the next step, or to run in terror

Music in Phases

have you made up your mind

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Autumn Break Patience

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