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Sixty Charisma Scented Blackbirds

ALICE

renegade baby jane
escaping on a runway train
no one fault and none to blame
but the rain

seething virus pirates eyes
The pleasured shock of your surprise
a future you could not surmise
no matter how hard you try


A twisted torso  and a tangled tongue
remember when the rock was young 
you used to dream but not you’re
done like you’re 
in a cocoon 

A slip of the wrist 
a turn of fate
a load stone on the levee breaks
how much longer can you levitate
when the ceiling come crashing down

I seen you burning out
underneath the things to do today
well I thought
open the door to your heart

defined by what you left behind
while sorry senses leave you blind
groping for your tasteless minnd
While it fades away again

Eternity upon your lips
Haunted by her anguished kiss
and the memories of her tenderness
And her insecurities

Cocoon

you want to tell me what to do
but you don't even know yourself
you only want to sit around
count the dreams upon your shelf
even though you once said before
how groovy it would be
all you know is all you've ever known
and you learned if from TV
beat me down cut up my face
take me to a better place
find me out and rip me up
on me don't give me up
and you boast of useless knowledge
no one needs to know
and your talking to yourself
yeah your converse just for show
even though you once said before
how clearly you can see
all you see is what they want you to see
and you learned it from TV
beat me down cut up my face
take me to a better place
find me out and rip me up
on me don't give me up
they showed me how to make love and make war
they told me be satisfied don't ask for more
they hold me in contempt for fighting for
ideals what is right right at the core
your just waiting for your turn
listen up and then you'll learn
you just want to sit around
until the day your in the ground... ground... ground

Arrested Development

All the clever things to say they're just nice sounding lies Things I've heard along the way to make me sound like I've got it figured out I can't fake it just to try and fit in anymore People gather and they stare and say man what are you doing here I say I just like to saying I don't mind whether it's here or there I can't fake it just to try and fit in anymore Don't you think I feel the way you feel and my not a person just like you Seems like empathy's going out of style but I know the times will turn around I can't fake it just to try and fit in anymore

Fake it

Open up my eyes see the night fade to day straight ahead the path is strange falling stars fade away what goes around comes around honestly i want escape from the typical things man will do pointlessly i walk away to try in vain for something new what goes around comes around

Your Freeway Emerges

I’m sure it’s cold up north so I sent your coat by mail you’re gonna need it on your wandering when theres snow out on the trail the sweet side of a bitter truth is that we refused to quit yeah we gave it our best shot baby and tried to make things fit its easy in hindsight to see where things went wrong we’ll have to learn how to get by when our hearts stop holding on when our hearts stop holding on I could have been better for you if I had tried to see but the writing on the wall was ignored i just wanted to believe in you and me belgian waffles, bacon, eggs and flowers in a vase we could have had the world on a string it could have been ours it could have been ours its easy in hindsight to see where things went wrong we’ll have to learn how to get by when our hearts stop holding on when our hearts stop holding on

Hindsight

My love do you want me The way you profess Or am I just the cause Of your burdens and your sorrow My love will you smile Even though you're depressed Cause won't you still need me tomorrow? Look at the tears How they swell in your eyes Like rolling seas of pain And the grimace of sadness Etched on your face Watch those tears fall like rain My love my desire Is pure and true Though the thought might be hard to swallow Don't give me that look I'm all Bout you Won't you still need me tomorrow After all these years And how they flied Like leaves from the path of a train And the pain and the gladness Soaking this place I still love you all the same
My love what's eating you Making you stressed Is there affection you could lend I can borrow When you're done with your imood Your tantrums and tests Won't you need me tomorrow

Wont you still need me tomorrow?

Gabriel Mayers got his start playing in the subways of New York City. In 2012 he recorded several videos for Brett Paine Murphy's Youtube video series Buskrs, in which he was pictured playing underground. In 2014 he was asked to fly to Hollywood by Grammy Award Nominated Record Producer Linda Perry, to star in a reality series about songwriters on VH1 called Make or Break: The Linda Perry Project. In 2016 he was featured in Oscar Nominee Josh Fox’s documentary, How to let go of the world (and love all the things climate can’t change), soon after traveling the country, playing shows alongside the films premiere. That same year Gabriel’s original song, Sixty Charisma Scented Blackbirds’would be placed on the 2017 Academy Awards shortlist for Best Original Song.