computerwife - leave me be

the smiths - heaven knows i’m miserable now (sped up)

just one more tear to cry
one teardrop from my eye
you better save it for
the middle of the night
when things aren't black and white
enter, troubadour
remember 24?
and when i'm back in chicago, i feel it
another version of me, i was in it
i wave goodbye to the end of beginning
this song has started now
and you're just finding out
now isn't that a laugh?
a major sacrifice
but clueless at the time
enter, caroline
just trust me, you'll be fine
and when i'm back in chicago, i feel it
another version of me, i was in it
i wave goodbye to the end of beginning
(goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye)
you take the man out of the city, not the city out the man
you take the man out of the city, not the city out the man
you take the man out of the city, not the city out the man
you take the man out of the
and when i'm back in chicago, i feel it
another version of me, i was in it
oh, i wave goodbye to the end of beginning
(goodbye, goodbye)

djo - end of beginning (slowed + reverb)

The moors are bare

Recorded, performed, and written by Patrick Burke, 2025

"I Live in Dream"
The moors are bare
I live in dream, 
The moors are bare
I live in dream, 
The moors are bare
I live in dream, 
The moors are bare
I live in dream, 

where shadows sigh,

Beneath a cold,

 and mourning sky;

The moors are bare, the winds are low,

And none but phantoms,

 come and go.

The stars have eyes that do not see,
They burn in vain for one like me—
A soul unclaimed by hearth or kin,
With midnight’s whisper deep within.

No morning,
 breaks this twilight mind,

No earthly voice, 

no touch, no kind;

Only her face, pale as the tomb,
Appears to light my spirit’s gloom.

She speaks in hush, in haunted rhyme,
A relic lost to death and time;
And though I reach, I cannot keep
What only walks when mortals sleep.

I live in dream—

alone, unseen—

Where love is ghost, 

and hope is keen.

And should I wake, I fear the day
Would steal her shade and drift away.

I live in dream, 
The moors are bare
I live in dream, 
The moors are bare
I live in dream, 
The moors are bare
I live in dream, 

The stars have eyes that do not see,
They burn in vain for one like me—
A soul unclaimed by hearth or kin,
With midnight’s whisper deep within

I live in dream, 
The moors are bare
I live in dream, 
The moors are bare
I live in dream, 


The moors are bare

The moors are bare
PB2025

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