The Wanderers

Trying to decide whether this one should have instruments or something. Here's the raw version.

Lyrics:
I've got that feeling again.
It tastes like cotton and it looks like rain
Static sounds as I sink through a dream
I don't have the power to turn off the screen

I can't sleep; all I've got is sleep
I don't know what to do
I'll just keep, I'll just keep on
Trying to

I've had this feeling for years
It affects my vision and produces tears
Thoughts too loud, play another sad song
Things are much less lonely with the radio on

I can't dream about anything
I don't think I'm okay
I'll just sing about all of the
Things that I don't say

Things That I Don't Say

An old one

Lyrics:
I wish I could write a love song strong enough to make the strongest men shiver weak in their beds
And I wish I could sing that love song loud enough to bring the doubted men back from the dead
I could, I could, but I stay at home instead

I wish I could paint a picture bold enough to make the oldest men shake in their strife
And I want that picture to offend enough so people wanna end my artistic life
I could, I could, but instead I paint with a knife

Oh, do you ever get that feeling?
Like you just can't do anything right?
Oh, do you feel your scars stop healing
And you wanna reach to the stars and turn out their lights?

I wish that my voice would sound so beautifully that all the world might see and want to hear
And I wish that the notes I'd sing would bend and ring and that the songs would be crystal clear
They could be, they could be, but I close my mouth out of fear

I wish that the words I'd say would be so kind that they would touch your mind and your heart would change
And I wish that you'd think about the words I said until you bled them out to this world sad and strange
You would, you would, but you're something I cannot tame

Oh, do you ever get that feeling?
Like everything you know is out of your control?
Oh, do you feel your heart stop healing
And you're scared that it will never be whole?

I wish that I could be someone strong enough.

Strong Enough

Lyrics:
Hey kid, what's your favorite song? The on you listen to when you're bummed out.
And when it plays, do you sing a long, or do you just stare out at the walls?
Hey man, how's your ma and pa? You know, you never tell me about them
Or would you rather just ignore it all? Would you rather just forget?

Cause you know everything there is to know about me except the things I conveniently leave out
But you are a tidal wave, a distant memory, you're a ghost living in my town

You know, I've never seen you cry. Do the tears just not come or do you cage them?
Sometimes I think that you're a blank page guy. Sometimes I think that you just keep it in
It might be best to just forget the past; I know the future's all you're pining after
But I can see inside your wandering eyes that I will not become a part of it

Cause I know enough about the way you are to figure out how this story will end
An uncomfortable silence, a long car ride, a whispered tale about a distant friend

I know that I don't matter to you; I'm just the background of your favorite picture
The smiling stranger that you're driving past while going on ahead to better things
And I don't think that I was meant to know. I'm asking questions you will never answer
But one day I hope that somebody will. One day I hope you're not still haunting me

Cause you're the flickering shadows around candlelight. You're someone I was never destined to hold
And if I never get closer, well that's all right. I've got other tales that need to be told

Haunting Me

First time splicing together different sound-bits; forgive me for any mistakes, I'm still learning

Lyrics:
Small little dust specks 
hitting my car windshield leaving no trace
I am a cricket 
throwing my song to the night; it just comes back as space
We are so tiny. 
Blink once, you’ll miss it; once more we all disappear
What a waste of these stories. 
Why won’t anyone listen to us?

No one will hear this. No one will speak my name
In the years that I’m gone. When I’m gone, when I’m gone.

Out there is an artist 
breaking their back breathing beauty into the air
And you can try your hardest; 
paint with your blood, make a melody no one will hear.
Is it a waste to keep on trying? 
One soul, just please hear my voice before it is gone.
Why am I crying? 
Am I afraid of being, being forgot?

You, will you hear this? Will I leave the world unchanged?
In the years that I’m gone. When I’m gone, when I’m gone.

I may be small; insignificant, 
but even the stars look like pinpricks from where we are laid
And out there is a forgotten 
artist, but her violin played in one heart before one morning came
So maybe this world recalls nothing,
 but our present tense hearts can hold onto an ocean of song
And maybe my words will be forgotten. 
But if they reach you, well, that’s more than enough.

I hope you hear this. If even one heart can change
Then I won’t stay silent. I’ll give what I have today;
Just this song, just a song, til I’m gone, til I’m gone
Let me leave you just one song

Forgotten Artist

Guitar is hard but here's a cover of Honey Jars by Bryan John Appleby

Honey Jars Cover

Another cover of a Bryan John Appleby song

Sprout Cover

Schizophrenia Cover

a cover of Rebecca Sugar's song "Love Like You" from Steven Universe

Love Like You Cover

Can we be friends? Must we be lovers?
This is a landscape I will not remember.
Must we be halves? Meant for each other?
I never wanted this.
I hoped that I would be a spinster
Instead of losing you first
Or have you lose me to my winter.
So let's part quietly; so let us part.
Please be a monster. Please make this easy.
I know you're capable of terrible things.
Please make me hate you, or you can hate me.
My God, I wanna be alone.
Make me a spinster.
Let me be a spinster.
I'd rather die alone than ever lose you.

Let Me Be a Spinster

Singer-songwriter that cries to acoustic guitar

Cam Torrente